Josnian didn't like to see her like this, so the movements of his hands became much more intense, and his face looked ugly.

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

This time, I'm afraid Josnian has no intention of letting her go.

But, just when his hand touched her clothes, the landline phone in the living room rang.

The sound was 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 floor, put on his clothes, and sat up from the carpet.

At this time, she was like a wounded kitten, with tears on her face.

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

He lacked someone to sleep with, so why did he have to find her?

Is it just to get back at her? She has already paid a dear price, so 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 a woman has ever experienced.

So, he still refuses to let her go? Is he willing to play her to death?

Ye Jiaqi bit his lips, tears streaming down his face, and his eyes were wandering and dazed.

Jos walked over with long legs and grabbed the phone, his voice was low and filled with suppressed anger.

"Hello."

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

It was a call across the ocean, from London.

The other party is none other than Fang Cheng.

Josnian was silent for a long time, then his tone softened: "What now?"

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

"Didn't things go well some time ago?"

"Master Qiao, you know that my sister's health has been very poor in the past few years." Fang Cheng said calmly, "It's just that this time, you are not around, and she has been crying."

"Why are you crying?"

"She feels sad. She is afraid that one day..."

As he said this, Fang Cheng stopped talking and his voice dropped.

The lines on Josnian's face were tense, and his eyes were as deep as ancient well water.

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

After a long time, Josnian responded.

Fang Cheng did not dare to disturb him and said no more.

Josnian hung up the phone and turned around.

I happened to see Ye Jiaqi wiping his tears and standing up holding on to the wall.

The carpet was messy, her hair was messy, and her snow-white neck was covered with countless marks left by him.

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

She stood up holding on to the wall, 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 personally wiped her face and hands.

Ye Jiaqi refused and tried his best to hide behind him.

"Don't move."

Josnian pulled her and softened his tone.

The towels are warm and smell of lavender.

He wiped her face quietly and carefully.

The same scene, the same place, for a moment, Ye Jiaqi remembered the past.

When she was a child, she was very playful. She often came home dirty from playing.

Anyway, Qiaosnian came back late, and the people in Qiao Zhai didn't care about her, so she acted unscrupulously.

One time, she got too excited and fell into a puddle, splashing mud all over her body!

All the pink shirts she changed into in the morning turned black, and her face was covered with mud and water.

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

After all, in Qiao's house, only Qiao Snian would take care of her.
Chapter completed!