He was on fire at the apex of Yan Ye's heart

Ji Xiaozhen was bored, her face was red and dry, and her anger was directed at the assistant.

"What are you doing in a daze? Why don't you catch the third young master?"

The assistant reached out to grab Yuehuai, but before he could reach it, someone pinched his wrist.

The hand that was holding him was like a bamboo carved from jade, thin and white, with distinct joints.

It's bewitchingly beautiful.

The owner of the hand glanced at Ji Xiaozhen, laughed lightly, and said in a casual tone, "Is Madam Yue shameless in public?"

Ji Xiaozhen frowned, "You know me? Who are you?"

She didn't remember seeing this beautiful man. If she had, she would never forget such a brilliant appearance.

Yan Chen squeezed and pushed, watched the assistant fall to the ground due to inertia, took out a disinfectant tissue, and wiped his fingers slowly.

"It's hard not to remember what Madam Yue has done."

Adopting a child from the countryside, and then using the child as a blood bag, this kind of thing can only be done by such a self-proclaimed noble family.

He was not sure about Yue Huai's identity before, but now that he heard Ji Xiaozhen call Yue Huai, he immediately understood what happened to Yue Huai's wrist injury.

Yan Chen's tone was slightly mocking.

It was as if Ji Xiaozhen had been slapped in the face, blood pouring from his body to his face.

"When will it be your turn to talk about our Yue family?"

Yan Chen glanced lightly, obviously those charming peach blossom eyes were still stained with a smile, but it made people feel cold all over.

"Mrs. Yue, don't overdo some things, or you will be backlashed one day. Be hungry, go eat."

The latter sentence was for Yuehuai.

With drooping eyelids, Yue Huai put one hand in his pocket and walked out unsteadily, "I've always been going to eat."

Yan Chen curled her lips, smiled, stepped up, and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

Looking at the backs of the two leaving, Ji Xiaozhen was full of anger, but he couldn't do anything to hold him back, so he turned his anger on the assistant.

"What are you still doing sitting here? Hurry up and take me to Miss Qingxue's ward."

The old lady just called and said that Qingxue was injured, anyway, she could see Yuehuai when she went home at night, and it would not be too late to punish him then.

The assistant held his wrists, sweating profusely, "Husband...Madam, my hand...my hand seems to be broken."

Ji Xiaozhen glanced at the assistant's limp hand, his pupils trembled.

Who is that monster-looking man?Such a pinch actually directly broke her assistant's hand.

When did Yuehuai meet such a character?

&&

Yue Huai and Yan Chen came to the hospital gate slowly.

As soon as he stood still, Zhou Yang rushed over, "Boss, I found it. That child's name is Yue... What the hell, boss, why did you find someone one step ahead of me?"

Yue Huai glanced at Yan Chen lightly.

So this man is investigating his identity?

The smile on Yan Chen's lips remained undiminished, and his voice was low and seductive, "I found the jade pendant you bought for Grandpa Bai, so it's not too much to investigate."

Yue Huai tutted lightly, "It's quite a coincidence."

Zhou Yang was speechless.

Boss, is it really okay for you to say it so harshly?

Yan Chen's car was parked on the side of the road, and the three got into the car together.

Zhou Yang is the driver.

Yue Huai and Yan Chen sat side by side in the back row.

Yan Chen dug out a bag of snacks, tore open the package, and gave Yuehuai, "Madding."

Yue Huai leaned on the backrest and yawned, her innocent eyes drooping like a puppy.

He took the snacks and ate them slowly, holding a pillow in his arms, the pillow was black, and his hand rested on it.

The wrist is thin and white, against the black, it seems to be shining.

With such good skin, I am willing to cut myself, really willing.

Yan Chen thought casually, but there was a hint of coldness in her sparkling peach blossom eyes.

Yuejia?

But it was a little too bullying.

10 minutes later, the place to eat arrived.

Yue Huai got off the car and looked up at the door plaque.

Star Pavilion?

The words are a bit familiar.

It seems to be his handwriting back then.

Could it be that those monks who entered the Tao with food still passed it on?

Zhou Yang saw that Yuehuai was not moving, so he asked him, "Little friend, why don't you go in?"

Yuehuai swayed and walked in, "Suddenly remembered an old friend."

Zhou Yang snorted, "Little friend, how old are you, and you still have old friends? It can't be a kid as old as you, right?"

"No." Yuehuai said slowly, "If he's still alive, he's probably five or six hundred years old."

Or seven or eight hundred years old?

It's been so long that he doesn't remember.

Zhou Yang: "..."

Kids these days, don't they even make drafts when they tell jokes?