The words of Steward Cao undoubtedly made Song Qiyue feel suffocated in her chest. She couldn't even say a word. She couldn't even make a sound. She didn't know how to find herself until the child in her arms struggled to move. Then he looked back suddenly, "That's what he said!"
Steward Cao frowned, as if he was also embarrassed, but still truthfully replied, "Madam, that's what the sir said."
How could he say such a thing
Song Qiyue hugged the child tightly, her eyebrows were awe-inspiring, she didn't say a word, and she wanted to go downstairs again!
"Madam Young, sir has gone." Seeing through her behavior and knowing what she was going to do, Steward Cao said immediately.
Song Qiyue's pace also stopped.
Gone, he was already gone.
That's why I said something like that: I leave it to you here.
So, what do you mean and what do you want.
Song Qiyue couldn't figure it out at all, but she could only hug the child and returned to her senses in a daze. Regardless of her, she continued to walk downstairs.
"Madam!" Aunt Xu eagerly shouted beside her.
Song Qiyue shouted, "Aunt Xu, follow me."
Aunt Xu couldn't figure out the situation either, but she heard their conversation and realized that something was wrong, "Ma'am, don't things clean up?"
"No more! No more!" Song Qiyue is also decisive, her pace has accelerated.
Aunt Xu panicked, she didn't know what to do, she could only follow.
Steward Cao shouted, "Madam Young! Please stay!"
Where Song Qiyue would care about it again, she was about to leave here, out of the room, and walk downstairs.
"Madam Young!" Steward Cao chased him out, "You can't go!"
Song Qiyue went downstairs, but was stopped in the lobby. The servants, the few households, and the guard house in the mansion were all there, as if this scene had been counted, and he was waiting here early in the morning. Then, she was about to rush out of the siege, but she was stopped by the gate of the courtyard!
Headed by Qi Jian and He Sangsang!
"Get out of the way!" Song Qiyue shouted.
Those nursing homes are all practicing family, usually to protect the safety of the mansion, so they have excellent skills, but today they are blocked in front of her. Qi Jian and He Sangsang usually talk and laugh with her. At this moment Blocking in front of her, the two said, "Young lady, sorry!"
"I asked you all to leave me, can't you hear me!" Song Qiyue shouted sharply again, her female voice hovering!
Everyone dared not move, Qi Jian said, "Young lady, this is what the husband meant. If you want to go out, then we will immediately let go, but Young Master, please let him stay in the mansion."
"I'm going to take my child out of this mansion now, I just want to take him along! Do you want to do it to me!" Song Qiyue faced the people in the house, she snorted coldly.
"If the young lady still insists on leaving, then we can only be sorry, but accidentally did not have a good control and hurt you or the young master, then even if we lose this life, we cannot bear this responsibility, so , Madam Young, please stay!" He Sangsang said again.
Song Qiyue shouted angrily, "Qi Jian! He Sangsang! Are you threatening me now!"
"Madam, we dare not!" The two immediately bowed their heads.
Steward Cao also chased down and bowed in front of her, with such a respectful gesture, "How dare we do it to you, you are the young lady. But we also obeyed Mr.'s instructions, please don't make us embarrassed."
As Steward Cao said, he was already bent over.
And all the nursing homes in the hall are holding fists and one knee down, and the servants also bend down together.
All these people are earnestly requesting!
"Madam Young, please stay with Young Master!" everyone said unanimously, welcoming them in unison.
Song Qiyue was holding the child, really unable to move a step, facing the entire mansion, the door to leave was close at hand, but it was far away.
She stood in place, unable to react for a long time, until the child struggled to let out a dissatisfied scream, and Aunt Xu said, "Madam, the young master is hungry."
Song Qiyue looked down, and the child mumbled his mouth, just like he was waiting to be fed. The tranced heart was still hesitating, but slowly turned around and walked upstairs again.
After going upstairs, Aunt Xu hurried to prepare and took the baby to breastfeed.
Song Qiyue stood in front of the window. She took her mobile phone and dialed the number. She asked him to tell him why he could do this. Anxious that the button was pressed quickly and quickly, but the female voice on the other end was the female voice of the system. Remind, "Sorry, the user you dialed has been turned off..."
The female voice of the system was still reverberating in her ears, her ears were already buzzing, everything in front of her spread out, this mansion was actually like a prison!
...
At night, in the private martial arts gymnasium, in the fighting room for boxing practice, the man wore a ball sleeve and kept flapping the boxing bag in front of him. His focused eyes were fierce as if desperately, and he seemed to be venting. He didn't know who he was facing. One punch after another, constantly swinging, the boxing bag was swayed in the air by his strong fist.
In the fighting room, there is a man who is also practicing boxing, but doing leisurely exercise. He turned his head, saw him beating constantly, frowned, and stopped after holding a bottle of mineral water. Sitting in the chair, watching him hit the bag with all his strength for a while, he finally couldn't stand it anymore, so he opened his mouth, "You have been fighting all night, stop and rest for a while."
Chu Xiaoxin returned to China because of Mo Shaoyu’s Hundred Days Banquet. He has not left today. He didn’t come to the martial arts hall, but he received a call from the martial arts curator, “Master Xiaoxin, Master Zheng Yan doesn’t know how. What's the matter, I've been practicing boxing for several hours. If it's convenient for you, can you come and have a look?"
This martial arts hall was invested and constructed by the Mo family, and it can also be described as the private martial arts hall of the Mo family, so the curator and martial arts teachers here know them. Mo's children, who did not practice martial arts since childhood, Mo Zhengyan and Chu Xiaoxin also practiced martial arts since childhood.
The curator's phone number made Chu Xiaoxin curious, so he came over. When I arrived in the gym, I heard that he never stopped practicing boxing, and that the posture was too fierce. I am afraid that he would hurt himself if he continued, but it was useless to persuade and inquire.
After Chu Xiaoxin arrived here, Mo Zhengyan ignored him and still practiced his own boxing. He didn't interrupt him, just let him go by himself. But now it was dark, and the hour hand was pointing to ten o'clock, and he still kept going.
Chu Xiaoxin put down the mineral water bottle, he got up and walked over.
Bang bang! Bang bang!
Mo Zhengyan was still suffocating his head and punching, he punched the punching bag!
The boxing bag moved in an instant, the fixed switch at the top was turned on, and it retreated from the back, and a figure stood in front of it!
His fist swung towards Chu Xiaoxin head-on, and almost hit him in an instant!
Mo Zhengyan stopped for a moment, the fist was only close to him, and Chu Xiaoxin could feel the wind of the fist!
"Why don't you avoid it!" he whispered, his voice drowsy, and he didn't know who he was facing.