After Qian Qinghui came out, her feet suddenly became weak, and her whole body felt as if all the strength had been drained out of her, making her weak and limp.
If the maid hadn't hugged her in time, Qian Qinghui would have fallen to the ground.
"lady……"
"I'm fine." Qian Qinghui's legs were twitching wildly. They could no longer support Qian Qinghui, so that she could not stand on her own.
Is she okay? Who would believe it?
The maid shed a tear, and a woman in her forties felt sad for the master she had been with for half her life: "Madam, you are suffering so much."
A bitter smile appeared on Qian Qinghui's pale face: "Is it bitter? Probably. I feel really bad when I hear my child say this."
"Everyone in the world says that Madam, you are cold-blooded and moody. But only I know that Madam, you are truly the one with the most sincere will and will always do what you think is right. Even though..."
"Is he cold-blooded? Cheng Ge is right. I just hate him. I hate that his face looks more and more like that bastard born to that woman."
"There's nothing we can do about it. The young master is a half-brother, and they have the same blood." The maid saw that Qian Qinghui's legs were not shaking so much, but her face was still pale, so she still couldn't help it.
Dare to let go easily and silently act as a crutch beside you.
"Do you really allow Miss Su and the young master to be together? If the master knows, he will definitely be unhappy."
"Humph, I just want him to be unhappy. The more he opposes the teacher-student relationship and the more he attacks the teacher-student relationship, the more I will win over Su Miao. And..." Qian Qinghui paused and bit her white lips.
"Cheng Ge cares about her too much, and it seems to be beyond my imagination. This girl cannot be Cheng Ge's person, so her existence is a huge threat to Cheng Ge."
The maid nodded to show that she understood.
Sure enough, Qian Qinghui still cares about her son. Although she doesn't say it with her mouth, she already does so in her heart.
Yes, it is obviously a piece of flesh that fell from the body. Why are you always so cold to your own flesh and blood?
If you really don't care about the young master, why didn't you hesitate when the young master went to her and asked her to take action to deal with Sharon? But if you really don't care about the young master, how can you be sad because of his words? You know, Qian Qinghui never does
He cares about the words of unimportant people.
After Qian Qinghui left, Ke Chengge and Su Sanshui were left staring with big eyes in the room.
The two of them were silent for a long time, neither of them willing to speak first, and an inexplicable feeling gradually spread around them.
Su Sanshui stood next to Ke Chengge, she was still holding Ke Chengge's arm.
"Uh...that..."
Su Sanshui finally spoke. She pointed at the clock on the wall angrily: "I said it's getting late..."
The implication is clear: it’s time for you to go!
Ke Chengge didn't speak. Su Sanshui felt that he seemed to acquiesce, and then carefully released the hand holding his arm. When her hands were completely separated from his clothes, Su Sanshui breathed a sigh of relief.
But she was not happy for long, before she was dragged back by the tall man.
Ke Chengge stood on Su Sanshui's shoulders, with a faint smile on his gorgeous and dazzling facial features. There seemed to be white flowers in full bloom in his enchanting peach blossom eyes, which was overflowing with light.
"Ke Chengge, what do you do..."
Luoluo RN original debut
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