Aunt Zhen stepped forward and said, "Sir, what do you think I found on Jun He?" ”

After speaking, he lifted the hem of Xiao Junhe's T-shirt, and there were a few small needle holes on his waist: "Look at what this is?" ”

Wen Qiao turned his head to look at her: "Is it the eye of a needle?" ”

"That's right, it's the eye of the needle, this Aunt Qin has ill intentions and the child with a needle, Mr. Xiao, you ...... Who kind of person are you invited, she treats the little master like this, can the little master not be afraid? ”

Wen Qiao hugged Xiao Junhe's shoulders: "You tell my sister, is it really Aunt Qin who pierced you?" ”

Xiao Junhe's whole person was a little frightened, his body trembled slightly, and then nodded: "Yes...... It's Aunt Jean. ”

Aunt Zhen was triumphant, if this kid dared not follow her words, the uncle would be beaten even more severely, after so many years, he was used to it, and he didn't dare not listen to her.

Wen Qiao raised his hand: "Aunt Qin, you take Jun He upstairs first." ”

Aunt Zhen frowned: "This child is afraid of that woman, you still let that woman take him upstairs, Miss Wen, what kind of heart do you have?" ”

Wen Qiao: "Aunt Qin, take him upstairs first." ”

Xiao Junhe did not resist Aunt Qin, so he followed Aunt Qin upstairs.

Wen Qiao sat on the sofa with his long legs folded: "You said that the needle eye was pierced by Aunt Qin, is there any evidence?" ”

Aunt Zhen snorted disappreciatively: "Aunt Qin takes care of the little young master closely, if it's not her, who else can it be?" ”

"Aunt Qin went to the supermarket to buy something yesterday, and she went out for three hours, why can't it be that Aunt Zhen pierced you?"

In fact, Xiao Liangyan didn't care too much, isn't it just a little needle's eye, whatever, Aunt Zhen, Aunt Qin, it doesn't matter who takes care of him.

"Me? How could I do this to Jun He? I have taken care of him for so many years and have always treated him as my own. ”

Wen Qiao raised his eyebrows: "You really dare to speak out." ”

As he spoke, he took out a mobile phone: "Mr. Xiao, I'll show you a piece of evidence." ”

Aunt Zhen suddenly panicked, what evidence? How can there be evidence? When she pricked Xiao Junhe with a needle, she deliberately locked the door, even if the kid was beaten by her, he didn't dare to cry and scream, and no one outside could know.

Wen Qiao turned on his mobile phone and used the projection, the lights in the room dimmed, and the mobile phone screen was projected on the white wall, and he saw Aunt Zhen grabbing Xiao Junhe's hair.

Even though Wen Qiao had already seen it, he still felt suffocated when he saw that the child didn't dare to shout and accepted it, he had been living such a miserable life for more than ten years.

His parents let him fend for himself, and handed him over to the devil with their own hands, and it was possible for his condition to get better, but how could he not go crazy after living in the hands of such a pervert for dozens of days?

Immediately afterwards, he saw Aunt Zhen stabbing 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 him on the head several times, and the child did not dare to resist, and lay on the ground, holding his head in both hands.

Even if Xiao Liangyan no longer has feelings for him, after all, this is his own son, and he will still be angry when he is so unscrupulously punched and kicked by a servant: "You dare to beat him? ”

Aunt Zhen panicked now, how could there be a video of this?

Wen Qiao snorted lightly, she was just setting up a game, from the time she went to Edinburgh to find that Xiao Junhe had a slap mark on his face and a bruise on his stomach, she suspected that someone was using violence for a long time.

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