Zhuang Xiaoyu seemed to think of something: "did my father ask you to persuade me? Did he let me marry the aristocratic family again? I won't do it. I want to marry the person I like."

Seeing that she was excited again, Zhuang Qingyun hurriedly said, "don't be excited, miss. Miss will meet someone you like. I'm a little hungry."

The topic was transferred. Zhuang Xiaoyu quickly took out the snacks in his room and put them one by one in front of Zhuang Qingyun. "If you are hungry, come and eat here, but don't be hungry. If my brother dares to bully you, you also tell me, I will protect you."

It happened that Yinling came in with snacks and noodles. Zhuang Xiaoyu wrapped the snacks in oil paper and stuffed them to Zhuang Qingyun: "brother Qingyun, you can't eat these snacks after eating this bowl of shredded chicken noodles. Take them back to the wing room and eat them slowly..."

Zhuang Qingyun looked at Zhuang Xiaoyu, who was smiling like a flower. Somehow, his eyes slowly wetted. In the past, Zhuang Xiaoyu's kindness to him suddenly emerged from his mind.

At that time, he survived in the difficulties of the Zhuang family. He lived extremely humble and felt inferior to a dog. He never believed that there were people who were really good to himself in the world.

Even in the face of Zhuang Xiaoyu, he only regarded all this as a kind of charity for the eldest lady, just like throwing a meat bone to a dog.

At this time, his state of mind changed. Now he has already held great power, below one person and above ten thousand people, and his status is second only to the high priest of Yuecheng.

And the great lady who once had unlimited scenery has been reduced to such a shape.

The past reappeared. Zhuang Qingyun looked at Zhuang Xiaoyu's maintenance, and his heart was full of sour and moved.

Her kindness to herself was from the heart, not a gift he thought.

Zhuang Qingyun couldn't help holding Zhuang Xiaoyu's hand: "Xiaoyu, I'm sorry."

Zhuang Xiaoyu bit her lip and whispered, "this sentence should have been said by me. You're not sorry for me. My father and brother are sorry for you, but I can't control them.

I'm afraid my brother will treat you worse secretly after I meddle in the matter between you and my brother. I can only ignore it... "

She said, putting her elbows on the table and holding her cheeks in both hands: "you say, what kind of person will I marry in the future? I don't like those aristocratic children. Several of them are like my brother, cynical, extravagant and addicted to women. I don't like them."

Zhuang Qingyun looked away, his throat choked, but he could only follow her words: "this kind of thing depends on fate. Xiao Yu is so kind, he will meet someone you like."

Zhuang Qingyun felt that if he continued to stay, he was afraid that he would lose control of his mood. He quickly stood up and said, "it's cold outside. Don't be cold. If you get sick, just stay in the house. I'll come to see you later."

The man said, turned and strode towards the door.

Zhuang Xiaoyu looked at the cakes Zhuang Qingyun had left on the table and hurriedly picked them up and went out: "brother Qingyun, you forgot to take these things."

Zhuang Qingyun looked back, looked at the crystal tofu and mung bean cake in Zhuang Xiaoyu's hand, paused, turned back, walked to the door and took things from Zhuang Xiaoyu's hand.

Zhuang Xiaoyu tilted her head and asked, "don't you eat your favorite shredded chicken noodles?"

"If I'm not hungry, I won't eat." Zhuang Qingyun turned and strode out of the hospital.