But when Count loses his temper, it is difficult to hide the mania and restlessness in the market, which always gives people a feeling of losing their identity and being unstable.

"When I'm tired, I go back early to rest and don't go to the hospital. I'll be fine if I recuperate quietly here for a while, so you all go back!" Fujiwara said slowly.

"How can you do that? Put your old man in the hospital like this, we are the juniors, how can we rest assured. It's okay, auntie, I'm okay, if you're tired, don't come tomorrow. Keiko Fujiwara said as she looked back at Count and winked.

"Hao, grandma is fine, you can go! Don't go to the company, I haven't seen the evening in the past few days, you go back to accompany her, you must still be worried about Xia Yucheng's affairs." No one in the family dared to tell Sù Fujiwara Xiang about Li Wanqing's beating, so she didn't know that Li Wanqing was recuperating at home.

"Got it, grandma! Then you can recuperate!" count, who was also really upset, said goodbye to Fujiwara Ka and Fujiwara Keiko, and left.

After a while, Keiko Fujiwara also got up.

"Keiko, where are you going?" Fujiwara Ka, who had already closed her eyes and pretended to be resting, suddenly opened her eyes and asked.

Keiko Fujiwara was startled and quickly replied, "I see that those triangular plums in the hospital are unusually beautiful, and I want to take a look." ”

"Oh! Go!" Fujiwara Ka waved her hand, and as soon as Keiko Fujiwara turned around, she continued, "Sometimes, I always feel that you have a bad memory and forget your identity!"

This sentence made Fujiwara Keiko's heart tremble, and she immediately turned around and looked at Fujiwara Xiang in confusion.

Fujiwara glared at her unhappily and said, "Don't you understand? Who are you? Even if Hao has become a little more angry for that Xia Yucheng recently, that's his own business, is it your turn to talk about him?

"Auntie, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! It's my fault, I didn't pay attention, but...... But...... I just care about the ......" Keiko Fujiwara hurriedly explained, her head lowered, her eyes a little flustered, and her face was not very good-looking.

Fujiwara Xiang waved her hand with a cold face and said, "Pay attention to your identity in the future, understand?"

"Understood, aunt!" Fujiwara Keiko was aggrieved and unwilling in her heart, but she still had to nod and agree.

Out of the ward, Keiko Fujiwara went straight to the garden.

Sure enough, Count stood in front of the trellises full of triangular plums, as if waiting for her.

"What about Zhu Huan?" said Fujiwara Keiko in a whisper.

"I told them to wait in the parking lot. Count replied impatiently.

"I said that after studying for so many years, why haven't you learned the generosity and calmness of the wind and style? When you encounter a little thing, you will be like a barrel of dynamite being set on fire, and if you continue like this, you will not be able to keep people from suspecting. Fujiwara Keiko's eyes were still full of the love of the elders for the younger ones.

After all, to put it mildly, count was brought out by her.

When she first found Count, she thought that she would be able to make her dream come true, but she didn't expect that things had done this far, and there was still no hope or turnaround.

After many years of hard work, she was afraid that she would be ruined because she couldn't hold her breath.