At two o'clock in the night, the plane from San Francisco to Beijing took off.

Josnian's brows were furrowed, his jawline was tense, and his elegant and delicate face was filled with a cold and terrifying chill.

He held an envelope between his slender fingers.

The envelope has been opened, and inside are all photos that have just been developed.

Many pictures.

Josnian opened the pages one by one, his face ashen and extremely gloomy.

It's like the sky before a storm, gloomy and ugly.

Meng Chen stood aside with his hands down, not daring to say anything.

The protagonists of the photo are none other than Ye Jiaqi and Huo Jingyi.

The two drank and sang in the private room; Huo Jingyi set off fireworks for Ye Jiaqi; Huo Jingyi sent Ye Jiaqi home...

The two people in the photo are very intimate.

Especially the way Ye Jiaqi looked at Huo Jingyi was gentle and mixed with affection and admiration.

A thick stack of photos, about twenty or so.

Josnian's eyes were bloodshot.

After reading them all, he tore up all the photos and threw them to Meng Chen.

Josnian didn't speak, and Meng Chen didn't dare to speak.

The air is extremely silent and quiet.

Josnian closed his eyes slightly, frowned, and looked unhappy, as if he was thinking about something.

After a long time, he glanced at Meng Chen, his tone cold and resolute.

"Meng Chen, how should I treat a disloyal and dishonest brother like Huo Jingyi?"

Meng Chen's heart skipped a beat.

"Sir, I'm afraid Mr. Huo doesn't know that Miss Ye is yours."

The corners of Josnian's lips curved up slightly in a mocking arc.

The air fell into silence again, and there seemed to be a bit more of a strong smell of gunpowder.

"You go down first." Josnian ordered.

"Yes, Master Qiao."

Meng Chen packed up the things on the table and quietly left.

Fourteen hours later, the plane landed at Beijing International Airport.

It's four o'clock in the middle of the night in Beijing, and the night is hazy.

It was pitch dark everywhere.

In early winter, the temperature drops sharply, and the wind blows, giving it a chilly chill.

As soon as he got off the plane, Meng Chen prepared a coat for Josnian.

Josnian reached out to take it, put it on, and walked to the Rolls-Royce outside the airport.

Winter in the capital comes early and the trees are withered.

In this deep cold night, the darkness was like a huge thing, pressing over the capital.

The Rolls-Royce moved forward quickly in the open space, the car body friction with the air, making a "whooshing" sound, and the surrounding trees retreated at an extremely fast speed.

The whole night was extremely cold.

It was dark inside the car. Josnian's sharp eyes narrowed slightly and his jawline tightened.

He took out a lighter from his pocket and lit a cigarette.

Smoke billows and night falls.

After smoking half a pack of cigarettes, the Rolls-Royce stopped at the door of Qiao's house.

Qiao's house was quiet and quiet, not a single sound could be heard.

Butler Sun received Meng Chen's call in advance and was waiting at the door with several servants early.

The car stopped.

There was mist floating in the air, hazy.

It was foggy and the street lights were dimmed a bit.

The bodyguard stood beside the car, and Meng Chen opened the door for Josnian.

Josnian, who was wearing a long black windbreaker, had an independent figure, and the night had lengthened his shadow a bit.

"Master Qiao." Butler Sun stood respectfully.

Josnian raised his head and glanced at the third floor.

It was pitch dark upstairs.

A cold light flashed in his sharp eyes.

"Where is Ye Jiaqi?" He said in a deep voice.

There was a bit of a dusty hoarseness in his voice.

"Miss Ye is not here." Butler Sun lowered his head.

As soon as he said this, Josnian's face darkened a little.
Chapter completed!