Chapter 689：

Chapter 689

When Qiao came back upstairs, He Yunting was standing by the window holding his mobile phone, humming from time to time, as if he was arranging something.

The room is very bright, taking his shadow very long.

Qiao put the dinner plate in his hand on the coffee table, walked behind He Yunting, and stretched out his hand to ring the man's waist.

He Yunting recovered from the official business and looked back in surprise.

As soon as Joe didn't look at him, his head was buried in his back.

"that's all."

He Yunting neatly hung up the phone and turned and hugged Joe into his arms.

He loved him so much, Joe took the initiative to get close, lowered his head and kissed the top of her head.

Qiao Yi never looked up, she didn't know how to face He Yunting. It was okay when I was downstairs. At this moment, I saw the real person, felt his embrace, fell into the temperature that belonged to him, and Qiao immediately died.

The eye sockets are warm and hot, and they are constantly overflowing, and they can't stop it.

"What's wrong, baby?"

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

But when he hugged him, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

His clothes are wet.

The place on the right chest was so wet, and it was attached to him in a chilly manner.

He Yunting panicked, "What's wrong with this? Why are you crying?"

Lifted up Qiao Yi’s head and took a look, his beautiful apricot eyes had long been swollen into walnuts.

Joe covered his eyes and stepped back, "Don’t don’t, don’t look, I'm so ugly."

Where did He Yunting let her go, holding her wrist with one hand, and pulling one side of the solo sofa with the other.

After sat down, he couldn't help but press Joe on his lap.

"Don't block, show me."

He Yunting touched Qiao’s face with a thinly callused thumb little by little, and then went to look at her hand again, confirming that there was no wound, and then asked puzzledly, “It’s not hot, why are you crying?”

This crying face is really too ugly, and Joe drilled into his neck and didn't want him to look at it.

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

She heard He Yunting's heart in a crying voice: "How did that happen? Did something happen? Is it your brother or aunt?"

Speaking, he has to take out his mobile phone to make a call.

Qiao quickly held it down and shouted, "Why am I crying? Isn't it because you didn't take care of yourself? Okay, how did you draw your hand? When I was away, I didn't know how you toss yourself?

What does it mean that no scars will be left after applying the medicine? How many times have you applied? How many scars are there on your body that you have hurt before, but have been fooled by this medicine that does not leave scars?

The **** Zhao Yi, why should I give you this medicine? If there is no scar, you will always forget the pain at that time, and you will still be 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, she wanted to digest everything she heard just now, but she couldn't help it anymore. Seeing He Yunting kiss her, smile at her, and talk to her gently and tenderly, she couldn't help it. I think of how the 4-year-old He Yunting experienced the pain of bereavement and how he lived in a dire home. No one cares about his life and death. The wolves around him are surrounded by wolves. His biological father was arrested for two years in a mental hospital for mental illness! ! !

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

And she can only act as a bystander, knowing this passage of He Yunting’s past from others, and she is powerless.

This kind of powerlessness almost instantly slowed Qiao Yi, how she wanted time to turn back, she really wanted to go back to the past and protect her lover.

(End of this chapter)