Chapter 685：

Chapter 685

Lost his mother at the age of 4, murdered his brother in the same year, and was arrested as a mental illness.

Finally left the cannibalistic place and was exiled abroad.

He must have had a hard time.

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

His movements were very gentle, as if he was afraid that the kiss would break her, and he touched it again and again, from the eyes to the tip of the nose.

Qiao greeted him with a little carelessness, and wanted to use one kiss, no, many kisses to ease all the hardships he came along.

She wanted to tell him how much she loves him, how much she loves him, he doesn’t have to take everything, he can confide everything to her, and he doesn’t have to hide in the dark darkness all the time.

Be bound by the past and 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? How are you? Master!"

There was a bang in the direction of the living room, followed by Uncle Jiang’s anxious cry.

The sound of footsteps gradually rushed towards the direction of the kitchen.

Joe turned his head fiercely, caught off guard against a dazzling white light, and instantly closed his eyes.

The scene in front of him stunned Uncle Jiang.

I saw the young master sitting on the ground, and Young Master Qiao straddled the young master in disheveled clothes. The two of them hugged each other, and his lips were flushed.

What happened here just now, it's clear at a glance.

Uncle Jiang twitched, and he heard He Yunting's low voice reminder, "Uncle Jiang, the flashlight is too bright."

He regained his senses in an incredible way, and stood a flashlight on the side guide. The bright white light directly hit the ceiling, and the sprinkled light illuminates the dark kitchen.

"Master, are you awake? What do you think?"

Uncle Jiang hurriedly took two steps in the direction of He Yunting. Qiao Yi had gotten off his body and reached out 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 things..."

Uncle Jiang just finished speaking, he heard a click under his feet.

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

"Master, are you sick? You..." He looked up suddenly and saw He Yunting holding Qiao Yi's arm, there were blood stains on the ground, his expression instantly became extremely nervous, and he tried to calm his breathing and said to Qiao Yi. "Master Qiao, do you have any injuries? You can bear with me. I will call Dr. Zhao right now. Dr. Zhao is here. Master is fine. Don't be afraid."

Qiao frowned. What is it that Dr. Zhao is here, and the young master is fine?

Obviously because she is here, the young master will be good.

"Uncle Jiang, have you misunderstood something?"

After finishing, she looked at He Yunting inquiringly, and the man rubbed his eyebrows helplessly, "Uncle Jiang, I am fine, and I am not sick."

Uncle Jiang's hand was about to dial.

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

He Yunting's body is still a bit soft, he wraps around Qiao Yi's waist and wants to stand up, Uncle Jiang hurries forward to help.

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

Have strength, eyes are not red, speak logically, and have no tendency to violence.

(End of this chapter)