Chapter 1385-seeking death

"Sir, guess what I found on Junhe's body?" aunt Zhen stepped forward.

After he finished speaking, he lifted the hem of Xiao Junhe's t-shirt, revealing a few tiny needle holes on his waist. "Take a look at what this is."

what? " Wen Qiao tilted her head and looked at her. is it a needle prick? "

that's right, it's a needle hole. This aunt Qin has ulterior motives. She used a needle to stab the child. Mr. Xiao, Qianqian, who exactly did you hire? how can the young master not be afraid when she treats him like this? "

Wen Qiao put her arm around Xiao Junhe's shoulder. tell big sister. Did aunt Qin really stab you? " she asked.

Xiao Junhe was a little scared, and his body trembled slightly. Then he nodded and said, " "It's Yingluo, it's aunt Qin."

Aunt Zhen was proud of herself. If this kid didn't listen to her, her uncle would be beaten up even more severely. After so many years, he was used to it and didn't dare to disobey her.

"Aunt Qin, take Junhe upstairs first." Wen Qiao raised her hand.

Aunt Zhen frowned. this child is afraid of that woman. Why did you ask her to take him upstairs? miss Wen, what are you up to? "

"Aunt Qin, bring him upstairs first," said Wen Qiao.

Xiao Junhe did not resist aunt Qin and followed her upstairs.

Wen Qiao sat on the sofa, her long legs crossed. "You said that the needle hole was made by aunt Qin, but do you have any evidence?"

Aunt Zhen didn't take it seriously and snorted, aunt Qin took care of the young master personally. If it wasn't her, who else could it be? "

yesterday, aunt Qin went to the supermarket to buy something and went out for three hours. How could it not be you, aunt Zhen? "

In fact, Xiao liangyan didn't really care about it. It was just a small needle in his eye. It didn't matter who took care of him, whether it was aunt Zhen or aunt Qin.

"Me? How could I treat Junhe like this? I've been taking care of him for so many years, and I've always treated him like my own."

"You sure have the guts to talk big," Wen Qiao raised her brows.

"Mr. Xiao, let me show you some evidence," he said as he took out his phone.

Aunt Zhen suddenly panicked. What evidence? How could there be evidence? When she stabbed Xiao Junhe with the needle, she had deliberately locked the door. Even if the kid was hit by her, he would not dare to cry or scream, so no one outside would know.

Wen Qiao turned on her phone and used the projector. The lights in the room dimmed, and the screen of the phone was projected on the white wall. She saw aunt Zhen grabbing Xiao Junhe's hair.

Even though Wen Qiao had already seen it, she still felt her heart clench when she saw that the child didn't dare to make a sound and was submissively accepting his fate. For the past ten years, he had been living such a miserable life.

His parents left him to his own devices and handed him over to the devil. His condition could have improved, but he had to live in the hands of such a pervert for decades. How could he not go crazy?

Then, he saw aunt Zhen tie his waist a few times, and Xiao Junhe couldn't help but beg for mercy. "Aunt Zhen, I was wrong, I was wrong."

Aunt Zhen hit his head a few more times. The child didn't dare to resist at all. He lay on the ground, holding his head with both hands.

Even if Xiao liangyan did not have any feelings for him, he was still his son. He would still be angry if a servant punched and kicked him so unscrupulously, " "You actually dared to hit him?"

Aunt Zhen panicked. How could there be a video?

Wen Qiao let out a soft chuckle. She had merely set up a trap. Ever since she went to Edinburgh and discovered that Xiao Junhe had a handprint on his face and a bruise on his stomach, she had suspected that someone was using violence for a long period of time.