Mrs. Huo wants to have a second child

Perhaps it was because Han Chuyi's eyes were too sincere and passionate when he looked at her, but Jiang Yuehan subconsciously reached out and shook Han Chuyi's outstretched hand. "Hello, my name is Jiang Yuehan."

Han Chuyi felt the strength of the hand holding him tightly, and couldn't help but look up at Jiang Yuehan's expression, "Are you nervous?"

"Ah? Why do you say that?"

Jiang Yuehan quickly let go of her hands and clenched her fists nervously.

"Look at my hands."

Han Chuyi raised his hand, and the place where Jiang Yuehan had held it tightly was red.

Jiang Yuehan panicked and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

As she said that, she wanted to go forward to check on Han Chuyi's hand, but before she could, Jiang Jinghua had already brought Han Chuyi's hand to his lips and exhaled with heartache.

"Why is it so red? Do you need to go to the hospital?" Jiang Jinghua looked at Han Chuyi nervously, and successfully got a roll of the eyes from his girlfriend.

"It just turned red from pinching it. Why go to the hospital?" Han Chuyi pulled his hand back.

Jiang Jinghua was still worried, "That won't work either. Let me find something to deal with it for you."

He turned around and walked towards the utility room. After a few steps, he turned back and told Jiang Yuehan, "Xiaohan, take Chuyi to the living room to rest first."

Han Chuyi shook his head, sighed, and looked at Jiang Yuehan, "Let's go."

"Oh, good."

Jiang Yuehan turned around and took her to the living room to sit down, looking at her guiltily, "Ms. Han, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your hand."

Han Chuyi waved his hand nonchalantly, "It's okay, he's just making a fuss out of nothing."

"Also, we're about the same age, so you can just call me Chuyi."

"Oh well."

An atmosphere of silence spread between the two of them. Jiang Yuehan rubbed her hands awkwardly, glancing at the storage room nearby from time to time.

Finally, when Jiang Yuehan was about to speak, Jiang Jinghua came out holding a bunch of things.

"Chuyi, let me see your hands." Jiang Jinghua brought various hot compresses, cold compresses, and even medicinal wine for bruises and injuries and placed them on the table.

Now not only Han Chuyi felt that he was making a big deal out of nothing, even Jiang Yuehan felt that he was exaggerating a bit.

Han Chuyi helplessly extended his hand to Jiang Jinghua, "Look, it's really not serious. You just came back a short time ago, and there's no redness at all."

But Jiang Jinghua didn't listen. He held her hand and checked it again. When he found nothing, he gave up and put the things he had found back into the storage room.

That awkward atmosphere came back.

Jiang Yuehan felt that she had to break it up and was just about to speak.

"You don't like me?"

Han Chuyi's words were very sudden. Jiang Yuehan was caught off guard by the question, but she still hurriedly explained, "No, no, I don't dislike you."

"Oh fine."

Then there was silence again.

Jiang Yuehan's memory of that day was completely fixed on that moment of awkwardness and awkwardness.

Then, there was news that her brother got drunk late at night.

She didn't know what had happened when she received the call from Fang Li.

It was not until she met Jiang Jinghua and heard his drunken words that she realized that Han Chuyi had broken up with her because Jiang Jinghua's family didn't like her very much.

This sentence directly put the blame on Jiang Yuehan.