Chapter 689

When Qiao returned upstairs, He Yunting was standing by the window with his mobile phone in his hand, humming from time to time, as if he was arranging something.

The room was brightly lit, casting his shadow very long.

Qiao Yi put the dinner plate in his hand on the coffee table, walked behind He Yunting, and wrapped his arms around the man's waist.

He Yunting recovered from his official duties, and looked back in surprise.

Joe didn't look at him, and buried his head low on his back.

"that's it."

He Yunting hung up the phone neatly, turned around and hugged Qiao Yi into his arms.

He loved Qiao Yi so much that he took the initiative to get close, and lowered his head to kiss the top of her head.

Qiao Yi never raised her head, she didn't know how to face He Yunting. It was okay when he was downstairs, but now he saw the real person, felt his embrace, and fell into his warmth, Joe immediately died.

The eye sockets are warm and hot, and it keeps spilling out, and it can't be stopped.

"What's the matter, baby?"

He Yunting thought she was tired from doing things, so she didn't look up at him.

But as he hugged and hugged, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

His clothes are wet.

The right side of the chest was wet a lot, and it was cold against his body.

He Yunting panicked, "What's the matter, why are you still crying?"

Lifting Qiao Yi's head to look, a pair of beautiful almond eyes have long been swollen into walnuts.

Qiao Yi covered his eyes and stepped back, "Don't, don't, don't look at me, I'm so ugly."

How could He Yunting let her go? He grabbed her wrist with one hand and pulled the single sofa on the other side with the other.

After sitting down, he couldn't help but press Qiao Yi on his lap.

"Don't stop, show me."

He Yunting touched Qiao Yi's face with his slightly callused thumb, and then went to look at her hand to make sure there was no wound, so he asked in confusion, "It's not burnt, why are you crying?"

This crying face was really too ugly, and Qiao Yi burrowed into his neck, not wanting him to see it.

"I'll be fine if I cry, and it'll be fine in a while."

Her crying voice made He Yunting worry: "How did it happen? Did something happen? Is it your brother or your aunt?"

As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone to make a call.

Qiao Yi quickly pressed it down and shouted, "Why am I crying? Isn't it because you didn't take care of yourself? Well, how did you get your hand? When I'm not around, I don't know how you torment yourself?

What does it mean that the medicine will not leave a scar? How many times have you applied it? How many scars do you have on your body that have been hurt before, but were fooled by this medicine that will not leave scars?

You bastard Zhao Yi, why did you give you this kind of medicine, you will always forget the pain at that time without scars, and you will still get hurt next time.

You don't hurt, but I feel bad, you are mine, and I don't allow you to hurt yourself like this. "

Qiao Yi didn't want to say it at first, she wanted to silently digest everything she heard just now, but she couldn't help it anymore, seeing He Yunting kissing her, smiling at her, and talking to her softly, she couldn't help it Thinking back then, thinking of how the 4-year-old He Yunting experienced the pain of losing his mother, and how he lived in a family in dire straits, no one cared about his life, surrounded by wolves, he did not hesitate to carry a knife to protect himself, but was caught His biological father was arrested and sent to a mental hospital for two years on the grounds of mental illness! ! !

He should have lived in the sun, but was pushed into the darkness step by step.

And she, as a bystander, can only learn about this period of He Yunting's past from other people's mouths, and she is helpless.

This feeling of powerlessness almost instantly made Qiao Yi Linger. How much she wanted to turn back the time. She really wanted to go back to the past and protect her lover.