Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

"What about the facts?" Gu Chuyan asked.

At this time, Gu Chengdong's tall figure walked towards her, exuding a strong aura, and he walked straight towards her.

Gu Chengdong took a handkerchief, wiped her hair, took off his coat and put it on her shoulders.

"I will get to the bottom of it." Gu Chengdong's voice was low, and his dark eyes stared at Gu Chuyan, watching her control her emotions and look so suffocated.

He reached out to touch her hair, put his arm around her shoulders, and held her tightly.

Gu Chuyan raised her head, raised her little hands, grasped the corner of his clothes tightly, and pulled tightly, her shoulders trembling, and she said with difficulty: "Brother, come with me to take a look."

"Okay." Gu Chengdong's voice was hoarse and he hugged her shoulders.

Gu Chuyan's words proved that she believed in him! Knowing that Gu Chengdong would definitely not do this.

Gu Chengdong listened and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart was hanging in the air. He hugged Gu Chuyan and walked forward. The two of them went down to the cliff.

"Master." Han Changqing's voice was faintly heard.

Gu Chuyan ran forward in the rain and looked at the edge of the cliff. There were all bodyguards at the bottom, but she could not find Xiao Mohan.

After a full half month of searching, Xiao Mohan seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

Halfway up the mountain, a villa.

Gu Chuyan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and the little fox squatted quietly beside her. Something fell, hit her on the head, and landed at her feet.

"Ouch." Seeing this, the little fox stretched out his paws, grabbed the script, and handed it to her.

"This is..." Gu Chuyan's voice was hoarse and her eyes were red and swollen. She stared at the cover of the script. She knelt down, took the book and flipped through it.

The handwriting on it belongs to Xiao Mohan!

Gu Chuyan's dark eyes stared at the script. On the last page, it read: I wish to give you the most beautiful fairy tale in this life.

She sat there, flipping through the script. She was so exhausted that she leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window and fell asleep.

A figure appeared in front of her, squatted down and said, "Chuchu."

"Mo Han?" Gu Chuyan looked forward and saw Xiao Mohan with his hands behind his back. The corner of his mouth raised a beautiful arc, and she looked at her and said, "Why, my sister-in-law dare not like the script I wrote for my husband?"

"No way." Gu Chuyan quickly got up after listening.

Xiao Mohan came forward, lifted her chin with his slender fingertips, locked his silent black eyes on her face, and said in a deep voice: "Then why did the madam fall asleep while watching her?"

Gu Chuyan listened, desperate, stretched out her hand to push Xiao Mohan aside, rushed forward, hugged him, and kissed him domineeringly and affectionately.

"Hmm." Xiao Mohan smiled deeply, hugged her body, and looked at her lovingly.

"Mo Han, where have you been? They all say you are dead, but I don't believe it."

"I always feel that you are by my side, always accompanying me. You promised me that you would not abandon me, right?" Gu Chuyan grabbed his arm, her voice choked with sobs.

She hugged his waist, afraid that he would run away.

"Mo Han, I don't care if you are a human or a ghost, don't leave me alone again, take me away if you want to leave." Gu Chuyan said, feeling that his skin was terrifyingly cold.

She didn't believe anything would happen to Xiao Mohan, but everyone said that he was dying.

"Okay." The man's voice was hoarse, and the emotion in his eyes was inexplicable.

She held Xiao Mohan's wrist tightly and said excitedly: "Mo Han, when will you come back?"

"Want me to go home? Then... think about it for your husband." Xiao Mohan raised his handsome eyebrows, approached her face evilly, and whispered: "If Madam can..."