Chapter 384

Sheng xinruo, after all, is an elder. When he is looked at directly by a younger generation, he feels uncomfortable.

But because he was Chu Zhi's eldest son, the next eldest grandson of the president's cabinet, she could only hide her hair.

She stood there with a slight surprise on her face. It seemed that she didn't expect him to come back suddenly. After a short surprise, she smiled, "ah Jin, are you back?"

Her initiative to show her kindness did not win Chu Huaijin even a little response, cold eyes, still cold eyes.

Now, when he came back, he didn't even want to make fun of it and maintain the seemingly peaceful face of the presidential palace.

If Sheng Xin is someone, he knows the most.

Just because she wants to act doesn't mean he has to cooperate.

Taking back his eyes, he fell on the face of a short section of Qingjun youth. His eyes were heavy. "Who's your mother?" he said

Chu Yumeng was a little confused. After all, his anger still fell on his head. He was innocent. He looked back at his heart, and suddenly his shoulders sank.

Chu Huaijin's hand, clasped his shoulder, made a dark effort. Chu Yumeng turned around and frowned, "brother, I am in pain."

Sheng xinruo's face crossed a trace of worry, stepped over, with a soothing tone, and pressed his arm with one hand, "ah Jin, Meng Meng is still young, don't scare him."

"Let go." Chu Huaijin's cold eyes are heavy, with a trace of solemnity, so straight sweep past.

If the heart is full, the child's eyes make her a little timid

He nodded lightly, took back his hand, and said heartily, "Meng Meng is your brother in the end. As a brother, you rarely come back once, so don't bully him."

"When I talk to my brother, can I have your outsider clean his mouth?" Young master Chu's voice, like the ice and snow in the cold winter, is full of cold meaning.

People shiver in the cold.

"A Jin..."

If Sheng xinruo wants to say anything, Chu Huaijin has already taken back her eyes in disgust and looked at Chu Yumeng, "who's your mother?"

His whole body was gloomy, just like the devil's hand stretched out from hell. He tightly grasped Chu Yumeng's throat. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "brother, listen to me..."

"Less nonsense, point!"

"Mom, she's tomorrow..."

Chu Yumeng explained, just said a few words, clasped his shoulder's hand, instead of pinching his neck, and forcefully tightened that moment, he was hard to breathe.

He stared at Chu Huaijin in a rage with unbelievable eyes Brother, brother...... "

"Ah Jin, you are crazy! He's your brother! " If you can't see it, you'll lose your manners, your sense of propriety, and you'll break it if you hold his hand.

The manicured fingernails fell into his flesh and skin. Chu Huaijin's eyes narrowed and shook her off with a wave of his hand: "go away!"

Sheng xinruo, who was thrown to the ground, was stunned for a moment. The servant came to help her with fear and asked, "are you OK, madam?"

Holding Chu Yumeng's hand, he tightened three points, "Chu Yumeng, I think you are living more and more back. Your mother is buried in the cemetery. Whose mother are you, eh? "

"Cough..." Chu Yumeng wanted to talk, but the feeling of suffocation made him involuntarily start to breathe hard.

The housekeeper Mo sang came to stop him but dared not touch him. He could only persuade him anxiously: "young master, young master is dying! If you do it again, you will strangle him! "