Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Zhuo Shuo's hands pushing the wheelchair were tight, his arms crossed the wheelchair, hugged her shoulders, his face was close to hers, and said: "Yao Rong, don't worry. If you are too tired and want to sleep more, then I will accompany you." you."

The man's big palm grabbed her little hand and rubbed it gently, as if he was afraid of hurting her.

"Master." At this time, a car passed by and the bodyguard got out.

Zhuo Shu heard the sound, stood up and looked at the bodyguard.

"The master told Miss Yao." The bodyguard said, opening the trunk.

Hearing that it was for Yao Rong, Zhuo Shu turned around, took a step forward, took the box, and was about to open it.

A car from the opposite side rushed over like a rocket.

When Zhuo Shu felt it, he wanted to rush forward, but it was too late. The car rushed over and knocked Yao Rong away. The wheelchair flew up and fell to the ground, falling apart.

"Yao Rong." Zhuo Shu shouted with all his strength, and the box fell from his hand.

The bodyguard was also stunned, as time seemed to freeze at this moment. Zhuo Shu rushed forward like crazy, trying to catch Yao Rong, but unfortunately her body fell a few meters away.

With a "bang", Yao Rong's body rolled heavily onto the grass.

"Squeak." The driver was frightened and braked suddenly. Looking at the woman he knocked away, his legs were weak from fear. The bodyguard opened the door and forcibly dragged him out of the car.

"No... hurry up, call an ambulance." The truck driver was frightened and stammered.

Zhuo Shu rushed forward and saw Yao Rong being knocked to the ground, with multiple bruises and bleeding on her body. He rushed forward in panic and hugged her.

"Yao Rong, I...how could this happen? It's all me who deserves to die. I shouldn't have left you even half a step away. Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid!" Zhuo Shuo's face twitched, his eyes were dull, and he reached out to hold Yao Rong in his arms. Inside, it’s like holding your favorite child.

When he picked her up, he felt his hands were sticky and blood dripped from his fingers.

"Ask about the water." Zhuo Shu hugged Yao Rong as if there was wind in his feet, and ran forward in panic.

Perhaps in too much haste, Zhuo Shu ran a few steps and fell heavily to the ground. Holding Yao Rong tightly, his body hit a sharp stone and his arm was scratched.

"Master." Seeing this, the bodyguard wanted to step forward.

Zhuo Shu hugged Yao Rong and ran towards Wen'an Pavilion, kicked open the door and shouted: "Ask for water, ask for water."

The housekeeper came out wearing a nightgown and holding a water glass. He took out his reading glasses and put them on. He looked at them and strode forward. He whispered, "Mr. Zhuo, what's going on?"

"Call Wenshui quickly." Zhuo Shu whispered.

His voice was hoarse and trembling constantly. When he hugged Yao Rong and ran back to the room, he heard the housekeeper say: "Young Master Zhuo, the young master has gone out to drink."

The housekeeper said while talking on the phone.

"The young master's cell phone is turned off." The housekeeper was also extremely anxious. He followed Zhuo Shuo and strode forward to check, but Zhuo Shuo was petrified on the spot.

"Going out? Turning off the phone?" Zhuo Shu listened, his feet seemed to be taking root, and his face was filled with panic, as if he wanted to lose, but he was unwilling to lose.

He hugged Yao Rong tightly, his eyes were red, and he stared at the housekeeper. Then he looked down at the blood on Yao Rong's face, and said heartbreakingly: "No..."

Zhuo Shu hugged Yao Rong and turned around, but bumped into Wenshui.

"In the middle of the night, where are you going with a woman? Zhuo Shu, I tell you, men should not be too lewd. They have to be responsible for the girl." Sailor Qi put his hands on his hips and looked at Zhuo Shu coldly.

His eyes fell on Yao Rong's face, and when he saw the blood dripping down the back of her head onto the marble floor, the smile on Wenshui's face faded.

"What's going on?" asked Shui rushing forward.