Young Master Chu's sweetheart wife

Song Qianxi's shoulder injury didn't heal, her face turned pale from the pain, and she said with difficulty, "Let go, let go..."

Ji Moyang wanted to know the answer too much, ignored her pain, and asked: "Tell me! Tell me quickly!"

Suddenly, a gnarled and powerful hand grabbed his arm, pulled it hard, and fell over his shoulder.

"what--"

Ji Moyang was thrown to the ground with a pained expression.

Yin Ze stepped forward and grabbed him by the collar, and swung his fist. Just as the fist was about to fall, a hoarse voice stopped him, "Yin Ze, don't do it!"

She was afraid that Yin Ze would not be able to hear her softly, so she almost yelled, her throat was sore.

Damn Chu Xiao, next time I will pinch you until your vocal cords are injured, so that you can experience the pain of even speaking.

Yin Ze reluctantly let go, and pushed hard with the hand holding his collar.

Ji Moyang was pushed back again and again and fell to the ground, clutching his aching heart, it took him a while to recover.

He looked at Song Qianxi and asked persistently, "Tell me..."

Song Qianxi pressed her throat and said with difficulty, "You shouldn't ask me, you should ask Song Mianmian."

She glanced at Yin Ze.

Yin Ze was very discerning, and he drove Ji Moyang out with understanding.

After closing the door, Yin Ze asked with concern: "Miss Song, do I need to take you to the hospital?"

She waved her hand, and said as thin as a fly: "I'll take a look at the soup when I finish cooking it and send it to Mu Han."

Yin Ze nodded, and Song Qianxi said as he walked, "If you want to, I won't greet you."

Yin Ze is a bodyguard, and in the eyes of upper-class people, he is a servant and inferior.

No one had ever been so polite to him before, and he was a little flattered, "Miss Song is polite."

She smiled and went into the kitchen to prepare the ingredients.

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On the other side, facing the closed door, Ji Moyang knew that Song Qianxi was determined not to tell him, so he didn't continue to entangle, turned around and walked into the corridor in defeat.

On the first floor, he walked for 5 minutes in a daze, and stood at the door of the house, with some resistance and did not want to go home.

After standing there for an unknown amount of time, the door suddenly opened.

Song Mianmian dressed up and went out, looked at Ji Moyang standing outside the door in surprise, and asked, "Brother Moyang, where did you go so early in the morning? Why is your face so ugly? Are you feeling unwell?"

Ji Moyang shook his head, and replied simply: "Go downstairs for a stroll."

He glanced at Song Mianmian's attire, and asked casually, "Going to work?"

"Well, the company has been a little busy releasing new comics recently."

Hearing this, Ji Moyang remembered the conversation Song Mianmian had with his assistant Xiao An in the room last time.

At that moment, he realized that all of Song Mianmian's cartoons were drawn by hot sellers.

He entered the room with a cold face, and the usual warmth disappeared.

"Hey, brother Moyang..." Song Mianmian saw Ji Moyang's abnormality, and followed in with concern. When she reached the door, the door suddenly slammed shut. She stopped unexpectedly and almost bumped into it.

"Brother Moyang is acting abnormal today."

In the room, Ji Moyang was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Due to childhood illness and overprotective parents, Ji Moyang has a withdrawn personality. He has few close friends. His heart is sensitive and emotional. Once he gives, he will pour out his heart and soul, so he can't bear betrayal.

After getting along with Song Mianmian for a long time, the more I feel that she has many secrets to hide from me.

Ji Moyang's thoughts were complicated, he sat up, picked up his mobile phone and called his friend who was far away in Yancheng.