Chapter 685

He lost his mother at the age of 4, killed his brother in the same year, and was arrested as mentally ill.

After finally leaving the place where people cannibalized, he was exiled abroad again.

He must have had a hard time.

He Yunting's drooping eyelashes trembled slightly, then he lowered his head and kissed the eyes looking at him.

His movements were extremely gentle, as if he might break her with a kiss, one after another light touch, from the eyes to the tip of the nose.

Qiao Yi went forward recklessly, wanting to use one kiss, no, many kisses to soothe all the hardships he had come along the way.

She wants to tell him how much she loves him, how much she loves him, that he doesn't have to carry everything, that he can tell her everything, and he doesn't have to hide in the dark darkness all the time.

Bound by the past, imprisoned by memories.

He is not alone, he still has her.

No matter what happens in the future, she will never leave him.

"Master, master, where are you? Are you okay? Master!"

There was a bang sound from the direction of the living room, followed by Uncle Jiang's anxious shout.

Footsteps gradually came towards the direction of the kitchen.

Qiao Yi suddenly turned around, caught off guard by a blinding white light, and closed his eyes instantly.

Uncle Jiang was taken aback by the scene in front of him.

I saw the young master sitting on the ground, and young master Qiao straddling the young master in disheveled clothes. The two embraced each other, their lips flushed.

What happened here just now is clear at a glance.

Uncle Jiang's heart twitched violently, and he heard He Yunting remind in a low voice, "Uncle Jiang, the flashlight is too bright."

He came back to his senses in disbelief, and set the flashlight on the ledge aside, the bright white light hit the ceiling directly, and the light that spread down illuminated the dark kitchen.

"Master, are you awake? How do you feel?"

Uncle Jiang hurriedly took two steps towards He Yunting's direction, Qiao Yi had already got off his body, and reached out his hand to turn off the fire on the stove.

He Yunting thought she was going to leave, so he held her tightly.

"Master, do you feel uncomfortable? You, do you want to smash something..."

As soon as Uncle Jiang finished speaking, he heard a click under his feet.

Looking down, he stepped on a pile of broken china.

"Master, are you sick? You..." He looked up suddenly, and saw that He Yunting was holding Qiao Yi's arm tightly, and there were bloodstains on the ground. His expression instantly became extremely tense, and he tried to calm his breathing, and said to Qiao Yi, "Master Qiao, you, are you injured anywhere? Be patient, I will call Dr. Zhao immediately. Dr. Zhao is here, and the young master will be fine. Don't be afraid. "

Qiao Yi frowned, what do you mean the young master will be fine when Dr. Zhao is here?

Obviously it is because she is here that the young master will be fine.

"Uncle Jiang, did you misunderstand something?"

After finishing speaking, she looked at He Yunting questioningly, and the man rubbed his brows helplessly, "Uncle Jiang, I'm fine, I'm not sick."

Uncle Jiang paused when he was about to dial.

"Those, I didn't smash them, they were accidents."

He Yunting's body was still a little weak, he put his arms around Qiao Yi's waist and wanted to stand up, Uncle Jiang hurried forward to help.

It wasn't until He Yunting stood in front of him that Uncle Jiang really believed that the young master was really good.

He is strong, his eyes are not red, his speech is logical, and he has no violent tendencies.