Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

He held the cactus in his hand, and the thorns on it pierced his palm. Blood kept flowing down the cactus. He looked down, as if he didn't feel the pain.

Yao Shengming turned around, looked at her and said, "Are we strangers?"

She was silent.

"Okay, okay." Yao Shengming responded, tightened his hand, and felt the pain, but turned proudly and walked out. The blood on his palm kept seeping down.

Yao Rong looked at his lonely and even desperate figure.

She looked at the balcony and the cactus, which were bloody and shocking!

"Brother." Yao Rong took a step and walked towards the apartment. Looking at the direction he left, the blood gathered along the way, and the door was heavily closed.

Yao Rong looked at the door and heard the heavy footsteps of the man, gradually fading away.

"Yao Rong." Zhuo Qi's figure appeared behind her.

The man reached out and hugged her from behind, saying, "You, and me."

"Zhuo Ju, I feel bad." Yao Rong whispered, looking up, but couldn't resist the pain in her heart.

In the past, she hated Yao Shengming.

But at that moment, it seemed as if she had returned to the time before she was 8 years old, when Yao Shengming always followed her. At that time, he was a simple boy who only looked at her and smiled, but spoke very little.

What changed everything was that after she was 8 years old, she saw him bury her rabbit with her own eyes!

"It will be fine." Zhuo Ju said in a deep voice.

He turned his head and looked down at the balcony, as if he knew that a storm was coming!

She kept nodding, turned and got into his arms, her little hand grasped his sleeves tightly, and said, "Well, it will be fine."

"Yao Rong, marry me." Zhuo Ju suddenly panicked and couldn't wait any longer.

He must marry her home and be glorious!

Let her belong to him completely, otherwise...

In the villa.

Wen Shui raised her beautiful hand and said to him: "You once said that the blood dragon appeared in your sister-in-law's abdomen! But there was nothing wrong with her body."

"Did you say it sucked it away?" Wen Shui said.

Xiao Mohan walked to the railing, lowered his eyes and looked down at a corner of the hall, and asked in a deep voice: "Is it normal for the abdomen to swell?"

Although he had rich experience, he had never been pregnant after all! He had studied many books, but Gu Chuyan's situation was very special, which puzzled him.

"What I can see is a fetus! But her abdomen is obviously not like that." Wen Shui stretched out his hand, grabbed her short hair, and felt inexplicably sad.

"I'm going to have a drink." Wen Shui said, and ran towards the study.

He walked to the bar, stretched out his hand to grab a bottle of wine, poured a glass and drank it all in one gulp.

On the sofa in the study, a chubby white shadow lazily lay on the sofa, blowing there, and raised his head to study.

"Damn." Wen Shui blushed and slapped him.

The little fox quickly held the bottle of wine and sucked it hard! He drank the wine, smashed the bottle at his feet, and ran away.

On the balcony, Xiao Mohan stood there alone, with his hands behind his back.

"Master, the thousand-year-old snow lotus has been placed inside and nurtured with holy water." Xiao Ran's figure appeared behind him and said respectfully.

Xiao Mohan was brought back to his senses by his voice, and asked in a deep voice: "Is my grandfather okay?"

"He..." Xiao Ran hesitated a little, his eyes flickered, and he didn't know what to say.

He turned around and glared at Xiao Ran, and said in a deep voice: "Just say it."

Xiao Ran's jade-like face slowly raised, and whispered: "The master was imprisoned by a woman, that woman, the one on the first floor."

"Is there such a thing?" Xiao Mohan raised his handsome eyebrows and said.