Chapter 42： uncle

Chapter 42 Uncle

"I'm looking for Qiao Yi." He Yunting's voice was low, like a glass of mellow whiskey, and like a double bass played in the open mountains and forests.

I have to admit that this is the best voice that Joe has heard for two lives in a row. But at this moment, the voice seemed to fill her ears like a magic sound, shocking her heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were all messed up, and her heart was about to jump out of her throat.

Fuck, it’s a Tibetan mastiff, why did he come?

Mamma Mia, this lingering dead star, this is the rhythm that is about to bite her. It was the first time since she ran out of the Prosperous Palace last night, she was so close to this big demon. With a wall apart, she felt that the peculiar smell of the big devil's body was all with the air, like a hook, He kept drilling into her nose.

He, he, he, how did he know that her name is Qiao Yi? Is it possible that the blood donation thing was worn last night?

I thought of the resentful eyes that the Demon once looked at her.

No more, her legs are soft!

The conversation inside came intermittently,

"No way, no way, it was my brother who saved your son, but not me. It is not appropriate for you to save me. If you let my brother know, my brother will scold me."

"Xiao Qiao Er, don't you rush to refuse. We are not here to wait for your brother to come back. By the way, where did your brother go?" asked in a cheerful voice completely different from He Yunting.

"I, I don't know. After the examination in the afternoon, I fell asleep so sleepy. When I woke up, my brother was gone."

"Then, otherwise, would you call your brother and ask him?" the man said again.

"what?"

"Oh, that's OK, my brother is very busy at work, I don't know if I can get through, let me try."

Sure enough, it was a blood donation. As soon as Joe heard his brother say that he was going to call himself, his hair stood up after a rub, he turned and ran, and rushed into the stairwell in one breath.

The phone shook in his trouser pocket tirelessly, and Joe flicked his hand to get the phone out, tapped it for a long time, and connected.

"Hey, brother, it's me."

Qiao gasped for breath, "Say, what's the matter."

"Brother, you are breathing so fiercely, what are you doing?"

"I, I'm at work. I have a lot of work today. The boss called me over in advance. Are you hungry? Brother may not be able to go back today. There is a lot of work. I have to go all night. I may not be able to finish it tomorrow. The day after tomorrow, I am also hanging. Anyway, I’m not good for the past few days. Didn’t you transfer to the intensive care unit? If you have something, you will ring the bell. There will be a nurse sister to take care of you. You must listen to them."

In the ward, Qiao Er’s small blue screen mobile phone has no sound insulation function. What Qiao said, not a word, was heard clearly by the three people present.

He Yuncheng raised his eyebrows.

He Yunting frowned.

Zhao also did not respond.

Qiao Er looked tremblingly at the man sitting on the opposite sofa. Qiao Er didn't know what his name was, or what his job was, but Qiao Er could be sure that this man must be a big man.

Because he just simply sat there, it seemed like a natural leader with a strong aura. Although he has been calm and peaceful since he entered the door, Qiao Er can still feel the extremely strong emanating from him. Sense of oppression.

He kept sweating out while holding the phone, "Um, brother, brother, there is something, let me tell you."

"Oh, what's the matter, you hurry up, I have to go to work." Qiao heard it and guessed what Qiao Er was going to say, and deliberately urged.

"Brother, I, an uncle came to my ward."

uncle……

Today, big aunt, I really can’t code it anymore, it only comes out three shifts~ Little cuties, forgive me, let me slow down, okay, make up tomorrow~

(End of this chapter)