Madam Became a National Male God After Wearing the Book

As soon as Qiao heard this, he became even angrier, and pushed him lightly, but did not dare to use force.

The tone was fierce: "Did you listen to me, what are you hugging?"

Qiao Er was immediately yelled at by Qiao Yi, his eyes widened, his mouth slightly opened, and he did not approach Qiao Yi again, but his expression, no matter how pitiful he looked, was a bit like a frightened rabbit.

Qiao Yiben had no immunity to creatures like puppies, but Qiao Er's heart softened instantly.

He reached out and took the man into his arms.

"Just hug me, if you don't care about your body next time, just break your leg and sit in a wheelchair for the rest of your life."

Seeing that his brother was willing to hug him, Qiao Er was very happy. He put his hands on his brother's neck, and suddenly his shoulders sank, and he was pulled into another embrace.

"Your brother can't help you, let me do it."

Qiao Er heard the sound and looked back, stunned, "Uncle, why is it you?"

In the next second, Qiao felt that the temperature in the rehabilitation room dropped by at least 10 degrees. The cold wind blows suddenly.

He looked at Qiao Er, held back for a long time, and said, "Actually, I'm not much older than you."

Qiao Er had the heart of a child, and said as he said, "I just passed my 17th birthday, how old are you, uncle?"

A sharp sword stabbed at his chest, He Yunting felt that he should not speak today.

Qiao Yi burst into tears from laughing at the side, but he still didn't dare to speak out. He was 12 years old, he was a whole round older than Qiao Er, and people called him uncle, so there was really no problem at all.

Why is it so funny, why is it so funny, hahahaha, hahahaha...

He Yunting's face was black all the time, but he didn't allow Qiao Yi to get too close to her brother.

Zou Shuang explained the purpose of coming, and wanted to take Qiao Er to a quiet place to record the statement alone.

With the big boss He Yunting present, the dean accompanied him all the way, and gave up his office.

When Qiao Er recorded his statement, Qiao Yi couldn't go in, so he waited outside with He Yunting, and told He Yunting the clues Zou Shuang found.

"You mean, you suspect that your aunt was bought by your cousin to kill her?"

Qiao shook her head, "It's not that I doubt it, it's that the evidence shows it. But I don't think it's that simple, some things don't make sense, why is my mother hindering her, she doesn't need it.

Killing ah, people will not disappear out of thin air after death, there will always be evidence left behind, why did she kill my mother so well?

Back then, Qiao's ancestral home was taken away by her father, so my mother had no conflict of interest for her. "

Having said that, Qiao Yi fell into deep thought for a long time.

He Yunting didn't bother her, his eyes were dark and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Until, after Qiao Er's confession was recorded in the room, Zou Shuang asked Qiao Yi to go in, and he wanted to ask the two brothers at the same time.

After He Yunting watched her enter the office, he turned and walked outside the nursing home.

After Qiao Yi and Qiao Er finished recording their statements together, He Yunting had long since disappeared.

Song Bai said that He Yunting had something to deal with temporarily, so he left first. Make him responsible for bringing Joe home.

Qiao Yi didn't take it to heart, since He Yunting was not around, she naturally wanted to accompany her younger brother, and waited until his younger brother fell asleep before rushing back to Xinghai Bay in the dark.

Surprisingly, He Yunting has not come back yet.

Only then did Qiao Yi wonder what He Yunting was doing in the afternoon.

For such a long time, he didn't contact her even on the phone.

After taking a shower, the mobile phone she threw on the bed suddenly rang like a reminder.

Qiao Yi happily went to pick it up, thinking it was He Yunting who called her, but it was Zou Shuang.

"Da Qiao, can you come to the police station now, something happened."

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