He felt a little guilty as he spoke. This reason was too lame to be established.

He saw that Josnian's face had completely changed. One hand was holding an umbrella, the other was clenched into a fist, and his eyes were bottomless and bloodthirsty red.

"Meng Chen, if something really happens to her, the Chicago company and Chengfan will be entrusted to you." Josnian said, his eyes falling where he couldn't see.

"Master Qiao..." Meng Chen shouted sadly, "Don't think of the worst, nothing will happen. I'll call again..."

Meng Chen's voice was also a little trembling.

Josnian's words made him feel heartbroken.

Meng Chen immediately made a few more calls and went out, almost hoarse in the rain.

He and Josnian were like brothers, and he knew Josnian very well. If something happened to Ye Jiaqi, Josnian might not even be able to take care of Qiao Chengfan anymore.

No matter how mature and rational a person is, they cannot avoid the word "love".

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, Josnian's forehead and hair were wet, and most of his clothes were also wet.

It was obviously very cold, but he couldn't feel the coldness. The blood all over his body was boiling and burning, as if his breathing would stop in the next second.

In the rain, there were many people standing in front and behind, and the atmosphere was solemn.

The night of Qingming Festival is always cold to the core.

The wind blew on my face, as sharp as a knife.

Meng Chen had been standing in the rain making phone calls, while Josnian stood silently, his figure elongated by the light, lonely and depressed.

Not far away, Qiao Zhai's rice ball was still screaming, and it kept screaming, and the sound was particularly sad.

Time goes by little by little.

From around seven o'clock in the evening to twelve o'clock in the evening, Josnian and Meng Chen kept looking for someone, but found nothing.

The night got deeper and deeper, and there was no news of Ye Jiaqi anywhere.

"It's twelve o'clock..." Josnian rubbed his forehead painfully, "It's so late at night, it's raining, and she's afraid of the dark, and she's still wearing slippers..."

Meng Chen's heart was broken when he heard this.

He knew how much pressure and pain Josnian was feeling at this moment. It might be like a knife stabbing his heart over and over again.

As Josnian said, who else could take someone away under his nose?

Ye Jiaqi didn't have that much ability to stay away for so long.

The situation is far more serious than imagined.

"Master Qiao, I think Miss Ye is still in the hands of Mr. Qin." Meng Chen suppressed his emotions, "Maybe Mr. Qin knows something."

As people get older, they will miss their departed people more and more during the Qingming Festival.

Qin Shien is a man with white hair who is sending a man with black hair.

The hatred in my heart will never be eliminated until death, unless it is carried into a coffin.

"However, Mr. Qiao, the people he brings to the capital are always elusive and will not be found easily by us." Meng Chen tried his best to analyze to Josnian in a calm tone.

But what's the use of analyzing.

If Qin Shien wants to hide it, he must be able to hide it.

The group of dead soldiers in Qin Shien's hands were definitely not vegetarians, and they all dared to shoot Josnian.

Meng Chen felt a chill go down his spine. He could shoot Josnian mercilessly, but he could shoot Ye Jiaqi...

Don't dare to think about it.

A person who hates him to the extreme can definitely do things that no one would dare to think of. Even being shot dead may be a gift.

Meng Chen's whole body was filled with chills.

"Look, keep looking." Josnian closed his eyes weakly, his eyes filled with extreme exhaustion.

There was a "slight" pain in my heart, as if someone had taken everything away, and I was still gasping for air.
Chapter completed!