Chapter 278: Uncomfortable? A bit of a nervous breakdown

Xiao Yao also reacted at this time, and couldn't wait to step forward and say, "That is, what is your identity and where are you qualified to participate in the party." ”

Lu Zichen looked at them silently from behind, his thin lips pursed lightly, his hand holding the orange juice was clenched, and his deep eyes shone with a fine light.

Xiang Mingzhen bit her red lip tightly, and the bean-sized tears kept falling like pearls with broken threads.

Lu Chenxu is still young and doesn't understand what they are talking about.

But when he saw his mother crying, he stood up without hesitation.

"Don't you bully my mother?"

"Bullying? Scold! Xiao Yao's tone was extremely unpolite, "She bullied our Brother Lu first, and she wiped everything on our Brother Lu's body, which is simply uneasy and kind!" ”

The strength on his shoulders suddenly increased.

Xiao Yao turned his head.

Lu Zichen put down the orange juice in his hand, put one hand on Xiao Yao's shoulder, and reminded him: "Say less." ”

He really can't get used to Xiang Mingzhen, but these things shouldn't be borne by the young Lu Chenxu.

Xiao Yao saw that he was still interceding for the other party, and shouted helplessly: "Brother Lu." ”

Lu Zichen shook his head.

Xiao Yao had no choice but to shut up.

Xiang Mingzhen stepped on his head, why is Brother Lu still so good-tempered?

In the crowd, Qin Yuan burst out laughing.

"I didn't expect today's banquet to be so interesting, and I can watch a farce."

Jing Qingye turned his head sharply when he heard the voice, and Jing Yuchen and the others came over at some point.

She said suspiciously: "Haven't you always disliked this kind of scene?" ”

This kind of noisy scene, Jing Yuchen has always disliked.

He rubbed his temples, "Take a look." ”

The corners of Jing Qingye's mouth twitched slightly.

Tang Ranning next to him took the opportunity to look at the sound when he heard the sound, but he didn't expect to meet Jing Yuchen here.

I just took a brief look, but I found that there seemed to be something wrong with his expression.

She immediately stepped forward due to occupational illness, "Jing Shao, are you uncomfortable?" ”

Jing Qingye was immediately furious.

It's not enough to hook up with the little brother, and now I actually fall in love with Achen!

Jing Qingye hurriedly blocked in front of Jing Yuchen.

"What's wrong with my Achen? Don't use your vulgar routine to seduce my Achen, he won't be fooled! ”

Tang Ranning: ......??

Tang Ranning ignored her directly and looked at Jing Yuchen behind her.

"Are you a little nervous?"

Hit the nail on the head.

Jing Yuchen raised his eyes, "How do you know?" ”

No one knows about this except his personal doctor.

Including Jing Qingye.

She turned her head, "Achen, do you really have a mental illness?" ”

Qin Yuan also looked at him worriedly.

"Jing Shao, mental illness is also a disease, you must not avoid medical treatment!"

Jing Yuchen's eyebrows jumped suddenly, and the word "roll" came out of his throat.

Turning his head, he continued to look at Tang Ranning.

The other party took out a business card from his bag and handed it to him, "If you have any questions, you can go here for consultation." ”

Jing Yuchen took it, and it was the address of a psychological clinic.

He knows this place.

It's just a gathering of the Zhong family, how can you invite this kind of person?

I was wondering, and my slender hand took the business card violently.

Jing Qingye returned the business card, "Thank you, but my Achen's illness will be taken care of by a national first-class psychological counselor, so I won't worry about you." ”

Tang Ranning, who has a first-class psychological counselor qualification certificate, smiled faintly and took back her business card.

Xiang Mingzhen was kicked out, and Old Man Lu thought that Lu Honghui continued to stay and embarrass himself, so he asked him to take Xiang Mingzhen away.

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