Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Look at her clear almond eyes, looking at him!

"Uncle." Gu Chuyan's little hand grabbed his arm and whispered.

Xiao Mohan hugged her, ran upstairs, kicked open the bedroom door, and put her on the bed, admiring her so much that he couldn't close his lips.

"Chuchu, are you feeling uncomfortable? Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat? Do you want to take a bath?" Xiao Mohan was like a hairy boy who didn't know what to do because he was so happy.

Seeing Gu Chuyan awake, he was almost crazy with joy.

"Uncle, you are so good-looking." Gu Chuyan whispered, reaching out her hand and touching his face, admiring it constantly.

Xiao Mohan was too happy before and didn't notice anything strange about her.

Gu Chuyan was in his arms and heard his words.

Her little face was buried in his arms, her beautiful eyes were flushed, and she choked with sobs and said, "Well, it won't happen anymore."

It is said that fate is determined by God and not by man, and that is absolutely true.

Night, deep.

In the luxurious club, Wenshui received a call from Xiao Mohan and rushed over.

Pushing open the door of the box, it was pitch dark inside.

"Cold." Wenshui called out in a deep voice and reached out to turn on the light.

At one end of the sofa, a long leg was exposed, and his pants were torn. Wenshui touched his nose and took a few steps forward.

"You don't need to be like this, right? I don't like this." Wenshui said.

He raised his leg and kicked forward, but unfortunately, the opponent didn't move.

He vaguely heard the smell of blood, so he stepped forward to take a look. Zhuo Shu was lying on the ground, motionless, and there was a pool of blood on the ground.

"What's going on?" Wenshui rushed forward and reached out to lift Zhuo Shu.

He saw blood oozing from the corners of Zhuo Shu's mouth.

Wenshui stared at Zhuo Shu's face with her beautiful peach blossom eyes, stretched out her fingertips and touched his nose, almost wanting to curse, and said in a deep voice: "Zhuo, don't scare me like this."

He picked up Zhuo Su and pushed her down on the sofa.

He stretched out his hand and tore Zhuo Shu's clothes apart, and saw a mark on his chest.

"Ring." Wenshui's cell phone rang. He took the call, but before he could speak, Xiao Mohan's voice came from the other end, asking: "How is Zhuo Shu?"

When I came here before, I felt something was wrong with Zhuo Shu.

But the situation was urgent, so Xiao Mohan had no choice but to leave and let Wenshui come.

"Oops." Wenshui said, and the call was hung up.

Xiao Mohan drove his car, parked it downstairs, got into the elevator and went straight to the top floor, pushed open the door of the box, strode in, and asked furiously: "What's going on now?"

Wenshui stood by the sofa, touching his chin with his fingertips, and said, "Severe internal injuries."

Xiao Mohan took a step forward and saw that Zhuo Shu's clothes were torn apart and there was a mark on his chest. It was obviously a scar left by being hit by a heavy object.

"Save him." Xiao Mohan turned around, clasped Wenshui's arm and said.

Wenshui stepped back, took a piece of fruit and bit into it, saying: "It would be best if he died. You and I will share his property equally. As for Yao Rong, if he sells it to Thailand, he might still make a fortune. I am a little short of money recently." , just lack this little money."

Xiao Mohan listened, his dark eyes froze for a moment, and he looked down at Zhuo Shu.

"Pfft." Zhuo Shu moved, coughed a few times, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

He reached out and clasped the edge of the sofa, propped himself up, looked at Wenshui with cold eyes, and said, "You ungrateful thing, just wait for me."

Wenshui listened, crossed his legs and said, "Look, isn't this good?"

Zhuo Shu stretched out his hand and covered his chest with a pale face. He glanced at Wenshui and struggled to get up, but Xiao Mohan grabbed his shoulders and forced him to sit down.