Chapter 1590

Chu Wen Huo's white face was red immediately, and his legs were pedaling in the air.

He also grasped Master Chu's hand with both hands and said with difficulty: " Uncle.

Young master Chu's eyes were black and sinister: "say no?"

"Uncle I'm sorry Chu Wenhuo's face has changed from red to black and purple.

Chen CE looked aside and reminded him in time, "young master, he's almost out of breath."

Master Chu closed his eyes and let go of his hands.

Chu Wenhuo falls to the ground, he lies on the ground, bows up, hard gasps.

"Go away!"

Chu Wenhuo got up from the floor and stumbled away.

Master Chu rubbed his forehead with one hand, and his headache almost exploded.

"Young master, Chu Wenhuo shouldn't dare to give it to Chu Yixiu. Anyway, we already know that Chu Yixiu did it. It's better to start from other aspects."

"For example?"

"His position."

Master Chu put down his hand and said, "well."

Chu Yue asked to be transferred back to Kyoto. It was no accident. During this period, Chu Zhong's body was getting worse and worse, which was not as good as before.

It's not always possible for people to refuse. Even if Chu Zhong is nostalgic for the presidency, he has to admit that he is old.

My heart is more than my strength.

It is at a critical juncture that Chu yuechu and Shaohua, the three of them, are unlikely to make any mistakes in their political achievements.

Especially now, Chu Zhi has no intention of governing, and Chu Qian has no nostalgia for power.

There are only two rooms left.

Their aim is to succeed.

Once the position of President falls to Chuyue, we can imagine how to retaliate against him in the future.

For nothing else, even for self-protection, Master Chu has to stop them.

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Chu Wenhuo stumbled down the stairs. Finally, he stepped on the two stairs and rolled down.

Let sit on the sofa to drink tea Qi Fenghe saw, heartache.

"How are you, vinho?" Qi Fenghe got up and walked towards Chu Wenhuo.

The servant had helped Chu Wenhuo up from the ground first. Fortunately, the two steps were not high, and he just hit his knee and elbow.

His eyes were red and he shook his head. "Granny, I'm ok."

"Let me see. Is it really OK?" Qi Fenghe looked him up and down.

The sight finally settled on his neck.

There was a red mark on the delicate skin.

It's obvious that it's not what I just fell. It's impossible to hold my neck when I fall down.

So

"Who is it?" Qi Fenghe's voice suddenly condensed.

How could it be!

You can be so tough on a three-year-old!

Chu Wen Huo raised his hand and blocked his neck. He shook his head silently.

Qi Fenghe has looked up. Looking at the direction upstairs, only Chu Huaijin

"Is it your uncle?" Qi Fenghe's going to decide for him.

When Chu Wenhuo heard this, he was even more flustered. He quickly denied: "too grandma, no, not uncle. Wenhuo did it by himself. "

"Well, then tell me, why didn't you do it yourself?"

Chu Wenhuo hesitated for a long time, but he couldn't make up a perfect lie.

Qi Fenghe touched his head: "don't be afraid, tell Grandma, why does uncle pinch you?"

"Granny, it's really not uncle, it's Wenhuo who made it by himself."

"Nonsense!" Qi Fenghe knows Chu Wenhuo. He is not a naughty boy.