Mingye closed her eyes, covering up all the emotions in her eyes, and said quietly: "Check...who has she seen recently?"

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

"If I ask, will she tell me?"

Chu Qiao murmured in a low voice: "But if you don't ask, how do you know that the lady won't tell?"

Ming Ye's figure shook a bit, then turned around and walked out the door.[

He didn't dare to ask, he didn't even dare to think, he was afraid, uneasy and afraid. What Chu Qiao said about Lanshan was his weakness, his fatal weakness, and now this weakness has been taken advantage of.

Chu Qiao sighed and chased after him. The young master wouldn't be planning to drink to drown his sorrows this late at night. Those men in TV novels who were hurt by love seemed to be like this. The young master must not imitate others.

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

Walking straight out tomorrow night, I suddenly didn't hear Chu Qiao's voice.

After going back, he didn't know how to face the recession. The most powerless time in his life was only now.

Chu Qiao took a deep breath and decided to risk it all. He followed Ming Ye step by step.

"Master, you'd better bandage the wound first!"

Chu Qiao trembled when he saw the bloody flesh on Ming Ye's right hand. The young master had not been injured for ten years. Now he was not injured by the enemy, but... he was injured by himself. This... this made him...

How can the personal bodyguard explain to the elders of the Ming family?

Mingye sneered, "It hurts, let's make the wound bigger. Only the hurt on his hand can make him ignore the pain in his heart."

Looking at the walking route tomorrow night, Chu Qiao held his forehead.

Look, look, he guessed it right, the young master really wants to drink to relieve his sorrow...

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

Half an hour later, Chu Qiao began to sweat mentally as he watched the strong whiskey being poured down by Ming Ye with an expressionless expression as if he were drinking plain water. He would cause stomach bleeding if he drank like this.

"Master, you'd better go home. Madam who smells like alcohol... Madam should be angry."

"Young master, drinking alcohol won't solve any problems..."
Chapter completed!