Chapter 687

Uncle Jiang was stunned for a moment, his eyes dodged and he didn't dare to look directly into Qiao Yi's eyes, "Master Qiao, what claustrophobia, master, master, he is just afraid of the dark, since he was a child."

"Oh? Really?" Qiao Yi answered lazily, Uncle Jiang felt guilty, turned his back to Qiao Yi, and swept the floor much faster.

Seeing that he refused to say anything, Qiao Yi didn't press anymore, leaning against the door, a little curious, but also a little mysterious and asked: "Uncle Jiang, did brother have anyone he liked before?"

Maybe Qiao Yi changed the topic a little too quickly, Uncle Jiang was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "It would be great if there is, and there is no need for me, an old man, to worry about him every day!"

From his point of view, Master Qiao is an excellent friend of the Young Master. Uncle Jiang forgot about their mouth-to-mouth kissing and kissing, and he didn't distract himself at all. Naturally, he returned heartlessly. What to say.

Qiao Yi was very satisfied with this answer. She thought for a while, and then asked: "Where are people who like my brother? Are there many? My brother is so good and handsome. There must be many girls chasing after him to marry him, right?"

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

If someone praises his son for his excellence, no father would be unhappy.

Excited and proud, he said: "You're really right! You don't know how crazy those wealthy daughters were when the young master just returned to China, squatting outside the old house every day in order to see him, or looking for various Excuse me for a door-to-door visit.

During that time, the threshold of the old house was almost broken.

The young master couldn't bear the disturbance, so he enclosed a piece of land, built this Xinghai Bay, and moved out to live there. "

Qiao Yi raised her eyebrows, but it was more exaggerated than she thought.

She touched her chin thoughtfully and asked:

"Since my brother is so popular, why do people still rumor him so unbearably, saying that he is a murderous, cold-blooded and ruthless living king of hell?"

When Uncle Jiang heard this, the smile on his face froze instantly. He quickly swiped the broom twice, and shoveled the piles of debris into the dustpan, "Master Qiao, the kitchen is cleaned up, and you can use it. I, I Pour some water for the young master."

Saying that, he threw down the broom and dustpan and wanted to leave.

Joe took a big stride and stood in front of him, preventing him from going:

"Uncle Jiang, He Rong is the one who spread rumors and slandered my brother. Even claustrophobia was caused by him, right?"

Uncle Jiang was shocked, and met her gaze inconceivably, "You know everything?"

She guessed right.

"So, the bottle of trauma medicine that is always kept at home is basically prepared for him to hurt himself after he gets sick, right?"

Uncle Jiang didn't expect that such a small detail would make Qiao look at it, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

"Uncle Jiang, I am serious about He Yunting, and he is serious about me. Otherwise, I would not know about He Rong's existence.

Zhao Yi should have told you that only I can cure He Yunting's illness, and he will not get sick when I am around.

The reason 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 himself again and again.

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

Qiao Yi's expression was serious, and the seriousness in his pupils gave Uncle Jiang an inexplicable sense of trust.

After a while, he sighed resignedly, walked around Qiao Yi and slowly closed the sliding door of the kitchen.