Xiaoqin was suddenly silenced.

She knew that she had said the wrong thing, and looked at Shi Chu with a nervous expression.

Shi Chu's face was full of smiles, as if he didn't care about Xiaoqin's mouth at all, "I'm fine, I'm used to it." ”

As she spoke, she politely said goodbye to Xiaoqin, took a deep breath, and turned away.

She wasn't born with a stammer.

If it weren't for the past, she would probably be able to talk and communicate like a normal person now.

Shi Chu stood next to a small sapling in the courtyard of the Ji family and shook his head for his idealization.

In the past, it was impossible to assume that if the same thing had happened again, she might have done it again, and she would have done it again, without hesitation.

It was getting darker.

The hall of the Ji family was still brightly lit, several servants were standing in the courtyard, and a few lowered their heads and hurriedly shuttled through the corridors of the Ji family, their faces tense and waiting for them, as if there was some monster hidden in the hall.

When she entered through the side door at the beginning, Old Madam Ji sat on the main seat of the living room, and reprimanded the servant with a rainbow of momentum, "This is how you take care of Liangyan and the circle?

The housekeeper of the Ji family stood beside the old woman, helped the old lady with a expressionless face, and accused several servants of failing to fulfill their duties impartially, deducting half a month's salary as a warning, and then said in the old lady's ear.

"You dissipate your anger first, you were on the plane at the time of the accident, and it is normal that you cannot be contacted. ”

The old lady and old gentleman of the Ji family, that is, Ji Liangyan's parents, have been vacationing abroad since Ji Liangyan took over the Ji family.

Mrs. Ji has always been most concerned about her son, and from time to time she flies back by plane to take a look, but Mr. Ji is an old fairy, who has fun when he goes abroad, and he doesn't come back once a year.

The housekeeper of the Ji family never expected that the old lady who could usually persuade her in a few words made a mistake today, and the crutches in her hand slammed slightly, "How do you want me to dissipate my anger?"

"I've only been away for a long time, there are so many adults of you, it's just a matter of not being able to look down on a child, when do you need to donate blood?"

"What is the identity of Liang Yan, what kind of blood is flowing in his body, what kind of mistakes have you made due to blood donation, which of you can bear it?!"

The old lady was used to being arrogant, and today she really held back her fire, frowning, her chest rose and fell, and she looked around at the circle of people below.

The air was dead silent.

Under such a high-pressure atmosphere, no one dared to say a word, even the housekeeper who had been with the old lady for the longest time looked away at this moment, and there was not a word.

Shi Chu moved his toes, stood in the corner, and lowered his head.

Xu is atmosphere is really too tense, at the beginning of the move, the soles of the slippers rubbed against the carpet, making a subtle rustling sound.

That voice is usually better than nothing, but today it happened to crash into Mrs. Ji's ears.

She stood beside Mrs. Ji, holding the unknown circle in her arms, her eyes circled around everyone, and finally landed on Shi Chu, who was trying to reduce her sense of existence, and faintly hooked the corners of her lips.

He took a step forward and approached the old lady.

"Old lady, don't be angry today, it's not good to be angry. Mrs. Ji was the first to speak, a little apologetic.

"If I had been standing by his side when something happened in the circle at that time, or if I had followed him when he first entered the blood donation room, it would not have caused the current situation. ”

"Speaking of which, I'm to blame. ”

"If you are angry, old lady, just sprinkle it on me alone, for this matter has nothing to do with the first servant at the time. ”

The people at the scene heard it clearly, and the old lady was no exception.

She wrinkled her brows, looked around with great pressure, and asked in a deep voice, "It was supposed to be the first time to donate blood, why did it become a cool flame in the middle?"

When I first heard this, I felt a pang in my heart.