Chapter 687：

Chapter 687

Uncle Jiang was stunned, his eyes dodged from the eyes of Qiao Yi who didn't dare to look directly at Qiao Yi, "Master Qiao, what kind of claustrophobia, Master, Master, he is just afraid of the dark, he is afraid of being a child."

"Oh? Really?" Qiao Yi answered lazily. Uncle Jiang was guilty, turned his back to Qiao Yi, and the frequency of sweeping the floor was much faster.

Seeing that he refused to say, Qiao Yi stopped trying to force him, leaning against the door, a little curious, and a little mysterious, and asked: "Uncle Jiang, did he have someone he liked before?"

Xu Yi Qiao changed the topic a bit too quickly. Uncle Jiang was startled and smiled: “If only there is, I don’t need to worry about him every day!”

From his perspective, Master Qiao is an excellent friend of the Master. Regarding the behavior of the two of them kissing and kissing, Uncle Jiang forgets after going through his brain. What to say.

Qiao Yi is very satisfied with this answer. She thought for a while, and then asked, "What about people who like her brother? How many? His brother is so good and handsome. There must be many girls chasing after him and shouting to marry him?"

Uncle Jiang has served the He family since he was young. He was a person who watched He Yunting's birth and growth. He almost regarded He Yunting as half a son.

Some people praise their sons for being excellent, and there is nothing unhappy about being a father.

Excited and proudly said: "You are really right! You don't know how crazy the rich daughters were to see him when the young master just returned home. Excuse to visit.

At that time, the threshold of the old house had to be broken by people.

The young master couldn't bear the disturbance, so he circled a piece of land, built the star bay, and moved out. "

When Joe raised her eyebrows, it was a bit more exaggerated than she thought.

She touched her chin and asked thoughtfully:

"Since my brother is so popular, why is the rumor that he is so unbearable that he is a murderous, cold-blooded living Hades?"

As soon as Uncle Jiang heard this, the smile on his face instantly solidified. He quickly swiped the broom twice and shoveled the pile of debris into the pile of skips. "Master Qiao, the kitchen is cleaned up. You can use it. I, I Pour some water for the young master."

While talking, I just wanted to leave after dropping the broom and picket.

Joe made a big stride, blocking him and not letting him go:

"Uncle Jiang, He Rong is the one who spreads the rumors and slanders his brother. He even harmed his brother with claustrophobia, right?"

Uncle Jiang shook his whole body, and met her eyes incredibly, "You all know?"

She really guessed right.

"So, the bottle of medicine for treating traumatic injuries that is always available at home is for him to hurt himself after he gets sick, right?"

Uncle Jiang didn't expect that such tiny details would let Joe see it, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

"Uncle Jiang, I am serious about He Yunting, and he is also true to me. Otherwise, I would not know the existence of He Rong.

Zhao should also tell you that He Yunting’s illness can only be cured by me and he will not fall ill if I am there.

The reason why I didn’t ask him was because I didn’t want to expose his scars, make him sad, and make him suffer.

But I want to help him.

I can’t bear to watch him hurt myself again and again.

So, can you tell me the truth? What is going on with his illness? "

Qiao had a serious expression, and the earnestness in his pupils gave Uncle Jiang an inexplicable sense of trust.

For a while, he sighed like a fate, walked around Joe and slowly closed the sliding door of the kitchen.

(End of this chapter)