Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

She picked up the book, opened it lightly, and saw that it was a diary.

The first time I met her drunk, I felt that it could only be her for the rest of my life.

The second time, she was strong and brave, which made me want to protect someone for the first time in my life.

The third time, she is already my woman.

the fourth time……

Every detail is recorded in it. Every time I look through the diary, the sentences are short but the content is rich.

"Mo Han, you are actually writing a diary." Gu Chuyan's fingertips were trembling. From the day he met her, he recorded every detail related to her every day.

Gu Chuyan looked through it, tears falling from her eyes unconsciously. She raised her head, put the diary back under the pillow, pressed her box there gently, and said, "Mo Han, happy birthday."

Just now, half a small adventure.

Xiao Mohan drove the Land Rover and headed towards S city.

"Found it?" Xiao Mohan braked hard, holding the steering wheel in his hand, looking forward with his deep black eyes...

Xiao Mohan held the phone and whispered: "Zhuo, I have the situation under control. In ten minutes..."

"Bang" a truck rushed from the corner.

His vehicle was parked in a safe area on the side of the road, but the truck broke down and crashed into Xiao Mohan's car. The phone was thrown up and hit the glass window.

Xiao Mohan reached out and held the steering wheel, stepped on the accelerator, and wanted to rush away.

Unfortunately, it's too late

The car was thrown up and hit the mountain. Xiao Mohan's figure was thrown out and rushed down the cliff. The truck hit the rock.

There were a few "bang bangs", the truck tipped over, and things fell one after another.

Wen'an Pavilion

Zhuo Shu came back from the hospital with Yao Rong, put him on the bed, and was on the phone with Xiao Mohan. Suddenly he heard a noise, and Xiao Mohan's voice disappeared completely.

"Cold, cold." Zhuo Shuo held the cell phone and called out several times in a panic, faintly hearing the sound.

Zhuo Shu turned around, pressed the injury on his leg, and ran outside.

In the master bedroom, the bright red vine curtain was blown by the wind and floated lightly. On Ruoda's bed, Wenshui's tall body lay in an elegant posture, obviously sleeping deeply.

"Wenshui." Zhuo Shu stretched out his hand and lifted Wenshui.

Wenshui frowned, without opening his eyes, and whispered: "I didn't sleep well last night, so don't disturb me to catch up on my sleep."

He had just gone to Gu's house with his housekeeper and witnessed the exciting moment. Wenshui was in a good mood and naturally wanted to have a good sleep. When the time came, he would go and get the thing back.

"Something may have happened to Han." Zhuo Shu whispered.

Wenshui listened, opened his eyes in displeasure, and said in a cold voice: "What happened? I will take the medicine and store it with the nigger. It should be too late to retrieve it when the time comes."

Zhuo Shu listened and lifted up the water.

"Han just talked to me on the phone, but now we have lost contact." Zhuo Shuo's masculine face instantly turned livid and his voice was hoarse.

Dozing off after asking for water, you wake up instantly.

"Losing contact? Are you kidding? Who is Han? He is a strategist! There is nothing that others can't do, and there is nothing he can't think of." Wenshui whispered.

Zhuo Shuo looked at Wenshui with a sullen face, and the two of them looked at each other.

Wenshui stepped forward, took his coat, and walked out. Zhuo Shu walked out in tacit agreement. The two of them drove the car and drove away halfway up the mountain.

"Ring." Zhuo Shuo's phone rang.

He heard the ringing and looked at the caller ID. His livid face instantly turned into a smile and he said, "It seems I've overthought it. Han is calling."

"..." Wenshui listened and looked at him with contempt.

"I'm just saying, you underestimate Han! What can happen to him?" Wenshui said with a low smile,