Chu Shao's sweet wife is beautiful and wild

Chapter 381 If you pinch him again, you will strangle him to death!

After all, Sheng Xinruo is an elder, and he felt a little uncomfortable when he was stared at by a younger generation with gloomy eyes.

But since he is Chu Zhi's eldest son and the next eldest grandson of President Pavilion, she can only keep it secret.

She stood there with a little bit of surprise flashing across her face, as if she didn't expect him to come back suddenly, after a short moment of surprise, she smiled slightly, "A Jin, you're back?"

Her initiative to show her favor did not win even the slightest response from Chu Huaijin, her cold eyes were still cold.

Now, when he came back, he didn't even want to do the face-saving effort of maintaining the peace on the surface of the presidential palace.

If Sheng Xin is who he is, he knows best.

Just because she wants to act doesn't mean he has to cooperate.

Withdrawing his gaze, he fell on the face of the handsome young man who was a short distance from him, his eyes darkened, "Say, who is your mother?"

Chu Yumeng was a little confused, the anger still fell on him after all, he was so innocent, he looked back at Sheng Xinruo, his shoulders suddenly sank.

Chu Huaijin's hand clasped his shoulders, secretly exerting force, Chu Yumeng turned her head and frowned, "Brother, I'm in pain."

A hint of worry flashed across Sheng Xinruo's face, and he stepped over, holding his arm with one hand in a comforting tone, "A Jin, Mengmeng is still young, don't scare him."

"Let go." Chu Huaijin's cold eyes were deep, with a hint of fear, and he just swept straight over.

Sheng Xinruo's heart tightened, the child's eyes actually made her a little timid...

Nodding contemptuously, withdrew his hand, Sheng Xinruo said: "Mengmeng is your younger brother after all, you are an elder brother, it's rare for you to come back, so don't bully him."

"I'm talking to my brother, is it your turn to wipe your mouth?" Young Master Chu's voice was like ice and snow in the twelfth lunar month of winter, every word and every word was full of coldness.

It was so cold that people shivered secretly.

"Ajin..."

If Sheng Xinruo wanted to say something else, Chu Huaijin had already looked away in disgust, and looked at Chu Yumeng, "Tell me, whose mother is it?"

He exudes gloom, like a devil's hand stretched out from hell, tightly grabbing Chu Yumeng's throat, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, "Brother, listen to me..."

"Stop talking nonsense, and focus on the point!"

"Mom, tomorrow..."

Chu Yumeng explained the words, just said a few words, clasped the hand on his shoulder, changed to pinch his neck, and the moment the force tightened, he had difficulty breathing.

He stared wide-eyed, looking at Chu Huaijin in disbelief, "...Brother, brother..."

"A Jin, you're crazy! He's your younger brother!" Sheng Xinruo couldn't stand it any longer, and was so anxious that he lost his demeanor, lost his sense of propriety, and lost his manners. He grabbed his hand and was about to break it off.

The manicured nails sank into his flesh, Chu Huaijin narrowed his eyes, and waved her away: "Get out!"

Sheng Xinruo, who was thrown to the ground, was stunned for a moment, and the servant ran over to help her up in fear, and asked worriedly, "Ma'am, are you alright?"

Pinch Chu Yumeng's hand, and tightened his strength by three points, "Chu Yumeng, I think you are going back as you live. Your mother is buried in the cemetery, who is your mother, huh?"

"Ahem..." Chu Yumeng wanted to speak, but the feeling of suffocation made him involuntarily start to breathe heavily and with difficulty.

The housekeeper Mo Sang came over, wanted to stop him but didn't dare to touch him, he could only anxiously persuade: "Master, the young master is dying! If you pinch him again, he will be strangled to death!"

(End of this chapter)