450: C450 Strategy What Can You Do!

C450 Strategy What Can You Do!

The car suddenly slid forward, and Chu Zixuan, who was about to come out of the car, pulled away from him.

"Third Uncle..."

Chu Zixuan held back the tears in his eyes. His chubby little hands tightly grabbed the window, but he refused to let go.

As the car was fixed again, he secretly heaved a sigh of relief. "Don't worry about me, I'm fine."

His cheeks puffed up like a pufferfish, and his voice was like a small adult. "I'm a man, I'm not afraid. I have to maintain my image in front of Aunt Ye."

Su Ningning's heart was still beating wildly. When she suddenly heard Chu Zixuan's words, she could not help but laugh.

Chu Yichen was somewhat convinced. At this time, he still had the mood to care about whether his image was good or bad?

He quickly moved down and carefully picked Chu Zixuan up from the window. He held Chu Zixuan tightly in his arms. "Zixuan."

Chu Zixuan's chubby little hand also hugged Chu Yichen. His stubborn little face held back the tears in his eyes. "Third Uncle."

Su Ningning finally breathed a sigh of relief. Soon, the driver was rescued. The group of people divided into two groups and brought the car up.

The other group went straight back to Chu family. The family doctor had been waiting for them in the old house.

After treatment, the unconscious driver quickly woke up.

He looked at Chu Yichen with fear in his eyes. He suddenly got up and knelt on the ground with his head lowered. He was very humble, "Third Master, I'm sorry. I almost killed the young master."

His body trembled. Everyone knew that the young master and Third Master usually did not get along well.

Third Master cared about the young master very much.

He explained, "Third Master, I was framed."

He thought of the bottle of water in the car.

There were many drivers in Chu family. The cars that no one drove were not fixed, but he was Chu Zixuan's personal driver. The car he drove was fixed because Chu Zixuan liked this one.

However, Chu Zixuan did not need to use the car often, so this car was often sent out.

Today, this car was sent out. When it came back, there was an extra bottle of water in the car. It seemed that no one had drunk it before.

The driver was very thirsty, so he drank a mouthful.

He told the whole story without changing anything.

Chu Yichen's deep eyes became much colder. He looked at Chu Yuancheng's room.

Every Tuesday was Chu Zixuan's day to learn how to fencing.

This teacher was very famous and did not accept any external lessons, so Chu Zixuan had to use the car every Tuesday afternoon.

Chu Yichen smelled a conspiracy.

In the Chu family, the person who wanted everyone the most was Chu Yuancheng.

He was the one who asked Chu Zixuan to learn how to fencing. If something were to happen to Chu Zixuan at this moment, it would be a one-stone three-bird plan.

He twisted his thick brows and couldn't help but ponder. What exactly had happened that made his scheming big brother lose his composure?

He suddenly thought of Liu and Chu Chenfeng, who were far away overseas, and his eyes became even deeper. He held his phone and walked to the side. "Liu, what big project did you talk about overseas?"

Chu Chenfeng, who had been doing his business like a fish in water recently, had a smile on his face. He was shocked in his heart and laughed. "Third brother, I said that you were well-informed and I didn't believe it. I just signed the contract and you already knew about it. It's amazing."1

"Tell me, did you arrange a spy for you by my side?"

What Chu Chenfeng said was a joke. He, who had always been gentle and gentle, seemed to be in a good mood today and spoke a little too much.

Chu Yichen, however, did not have the mood to joke with him. "You don't have a spy arranged by me by your side, but there must be a spy arranged by someone else."

His tone was serious and serious, causing Chu Chenfeng, who was on the other end of the phone, to become serious.

"What? Who is it?" The voice suddenly became as cold as ice, carrying waves of hostility.

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