Chapter 166 (2/2)
As for Mr. ruochu... To tell you the truth, some of my views with yue'er are right. You didn't guess wrong. I always know your identity, but... Doesn't mean I agree with you. Of course, my disapproval has nothing to do with you. ”
After that, he patted Chu Yuehua on the shoulder: ”you know, just go in! Junjie is inside.”
Chu Yuehua was surprised. He just heard something inside. He thought it was ma Junjie. They saved him and sent him directly here.
At first glance, Chu Yuehua went to the inner room.
It can be seen that this is Ye Chi's room. The taste in the room is the same as that of him. The style of the whole room is the same as that of his people, fresh and generous.
Chu Yuehua was still startled when he saw Ma Junjie. He looked very bad and lay in bed like he was seriously ill.
”Little old man, are you...”
Ma Junjie obviously listened to what she said outside. When he saw her coming in, he didn't look surprised. On the contrary, he smiled gently: ”I've been hurt a little.”
It's all like this. It's not a small injury. It's just comforting her. Chu Yuehua doesn't say anything, nods gently, and then sits by his bed, but doesn't know what to say.
In the past, when two people met, there were always different topics that could quarrel. Even if there was no topic, she could laugh at him casually. But now, suddenly knowing his identity, she was a little uncomfortable.
”You... You know.” Ma Junjie looked at Chu Yuehua with some sadness in his eyes, ”now...”
”I know,” Chu Yuehua took his words, ”but so what? Can't you really change because I know your identity? You're not your little old man, but your real name is not Ma Junjie.”
”Yan Yu!” two words came out of his white lips.
Chu Yuehua did not hear clearly: ”what?”
Ma Junjie suddenly smiled, then grabbed her hand and wrote a word on the palm of her hand: ”Yu.”
”You said your real name was Yan Yu?” Chu Yuehua asked with a smile, looking at the palm with no trace.
He nodded. His smile was a little bleak. It didn't look like the expression on the face of a ten-year-old child: ”my father took it. My aunt said that when I was born, my father gave me this name.”
Father!
What a strange title!
Chu Yuehua had an unspeakable dull feeling in her heart: ”little old man, can I ask you something?”
”You ask.”
”Do you really want to restore your identity? Do you really want others to call you Yan Yu instead of Ma Junjie?”