Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 233
Josnian didn't want to see her like this very much, the movements of his hands became more intense, and his face was ugly.

Ye Jiaqi stopped struggling or shouting, tears streaming down his face.

This time, I'm afraid Josnian didn't intend to let her go.

However, just as his hand touched her clothes, the landline in the living room rang.

It was very loud and extremely harsh.

Josnian stopped what he was doing, glanced at Ye Jiaqi angrily, and stood up from her.

Ye Jiaqi picked up the coat on the ground, got dressed, and sat up from the carpet.

At this moment, she was like a wounded kitten, her face covered with tears.

He doesn't like to see her, and she hates him.

He needs to sleep with him, why does he have to find her?
Just to get revenge on her?She has already paid a high price, why should she hold on tightly.

For a woman, there is nothing more painful than losing a child.

Thanks to him, she has endured the greatest pain of a woman.

So, he still refuses to let her go?Are you willing to play with her to death?
Ye Jiaqi clenched his lips, tears streaming down his face, his eyes were in a trance and dazed.

Josnian walked over with long legs, grabbed the phone, and his voice was low and depressed.

"Hey."

"Master Qiao, my sister fainted suddenly and just had a minor operation."

It was a phone call across the ocean, from London.

The other party is none other than Fang Cheng.

Josnian was silent for a while, and his tone softened: "What about now?"

"I'm very weak now, and I really want to see you."

"Didn't it be fine some time ago?"

"Master Qiao, you know that my sister's health has been very bad these past few years." Fang Cheng said calmly, "It's just that this time, she's been crying since you're not around."

"What are you crying for?"

"I feel sad, she is afraid that one day..."

After speaking, Fang Cheng stopped talking, and his voice fell.

The lines of Josnian's face were tense, and his eyes were a little more deep than water in an ancient well.

"Master Qiao, can you come to London?" Fang Cheng's attitude was very sincere.

After a long time, Josnian responded.

Fang Cheng didn't dare to disturb him, so he didn't say any more.

Josnian hung up the phone and turned around.

Just in time to see Ye Jiaqi wiping his tears and standing up while leaning on the wall.

The carpet was messy, her hair was also messy, and there were countless marks left by him on her snow-white neck.

Ye Jiaqi didn't hear who he was calling, and she wasn't interested in knowing.

She leaned against the wall and stood up, her eyes dazed.

There are still crystal drops of water hanging on the long eyelashes, trembling.

Josnian strode to the bathroom and soaked the towel with water.

When she came out, he wiped her face and hands himself.

Ye Jiaqi refused and tried to hide back.

"do not move."

Josnian pulled her, his tone relaxed.

The towels are warm and smell of lavender.

He wiped her face quietly, very carefully.

The same scene, the same place, for an instant, Ye Jiaqi remembered the past.

When she was a child, she was at the age of being playful, and she often came home dirty from playing.

Anyway, Josnian came back late, and the people in Qiao's house didn't bother to care about her, so she was unscrupulous.

Once, she played too much and fell into a puddle, splashing mud all over her body!

The little pink shirts she had changed in the morning had all turned black, and her face was also covered in mud.

It was getting late, so she wanted to take a sneaky shower before Josnian came back.

After all, in Qiao residence, only Josnian would take care of her.

But, unexpectedly, as soon as she opened the door of the living room, she saw Josnian sitting on the sofa.

(End of this chapter)