First Lady

Ming Ye closed her eyes, concealed all the emotions in her eyes, and said quietly: "Check... who has she met recently?"

Although Chu Qiao was very scared, he still raised his head and asked, "Master, why don't you just ask Madam?"

"I asked, will she say it?"

Chu Qiao muttered in a low voice, "But if you don't ask, how do you know Madam won't tell?"

Ming Ye's figure shook for a moment, then turned around and went out the door. [

He didn't dare to ask, didn't even dare to think, he was afraid and uneasy, what Chu Qiao said to Lan Shan was his weakness, his fatal weakness, and this weakness was being exploited by others now.

Chu Qiao sighed and chased after him, the young master would not be planning to drink away his sorrows this evening, the men who were hurt by love in the novels on TV seemed to be like this usually, the young master must not imitate others.

"Master, do you want to go back now..."

Ming Ye walked straight out, suddenly did not hear Chu Qiao's voice.

Going back, after going back, he doesn't know how to face the recession, the most powerless time in his life is only now.

Chu Qiao took a deep breath and decided to go all out, and he followed Ming Ye step by step.

"Master, you should bandage the wound first!"

Chu Qiao looked at Ming Ye's bloody right hand and trembled psychologically. The young master hadn't been injured for ten years, and now he wasn't injured by the enemy, but he... himself. How could the personal guard explain to the elders of the Ming family?

Ming Ye sneered, it hurts, the wound should be bigger, only the pain in his hand can make him ignore the pain in his heart.

Looking at Ming Ye's walking route, Chu Qiao raised his forehead.

Look, look, he guessed right, the young master really wanted to drink away his worries...

Chu Qiao knew he couldn't stop him, so he could only follow closely behind.

Half an hour later, looking at the strong whiskey that Ming Ye poured down expressionlessly like plain water, Chu Qiao mentally began to sweat, as if he drank it like this, his stomach would bleed.

"Master, you should go home, this madam who reeks of alcohol...... Madam should be angry."

"Drinking, young master, can't solve any problems..."

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