Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Zhuo Qi's eyes were dull, his lips trembled slightly, and he whispered: "Wen Shui, save her."

At this moment, Zhuo Qi's heart seemed to be shattered by the car, and he wished that the weapon would kill him.

"Let me see." Wen Shui saw this, rushed forward and hugged Yao Rong, and strode towards the operating room. The housekeeper followed behind and closed the door.

"Bang" Zhuo Qi's body fell heavily to the ground.

The man's knees were kneeling on the floor, his deep eyes staring at his bloody hands, trembling a few times, and a drop of blood dripped from his fingertips, staining the floor red.

"Yao Rong." Zhuo Qi gritted his teeth, grabbed his hair hard, and slammed his head on the floor.

The arrogant aura of a young man on his body was disintegrated at this moment.

"I shouldn't take you out, I shouldn't." Zhuo Qi slammed the ground hard until blood came out of his forehead, and he didn't even notice it.

Outside the door, the bodyguard rushed in.

Seeing Zhuo Qi holding his head and crashing to the floor, the bodyguard was stunned, thinking he had seen it wrong.

In the eyes of the bodyguards, Zhuo Qi was an omnipotent, arrogant and indifferent young master, but now he has fallen into such a state because of a woman.

"Young master, we have investigated and it was an accident." The bodyguard stepped forward and helped Zhuo Qi up.

Bright red blood kept oozing out from Zhuo Qi's forehead, along the high nose bridge, dyeing his lips red, and the smell of blood spread in his nose.

"Young master." Seeing this, the bodyguard took a tissue to wipe it for him.

Zhuo Qi's black eyes stared straight at the door of the operating room, as if everything in the world had nothing to do with him.

The bodyguards looked at each other and kept silent.

"Young master, phone." At this time, the bodyguard handed over the phone.

Zhuo Qi stood there, as if he had lost his soul, he didn't even blink, the two bodyguards looked at each other and silently retreated.

"Third Master, something happened. I'm afraid the young master can't answer the phone." Seeing this, the bodyguard took the initiative to answer the phone and explained the situation to Xiao Mohan.

The door of the operating room opened, Zhuo Qi rushed forward, picked up Wen Shui, pressed him aside, and asked in a hoarse and slightly choked voice: "How is she?"

"Zhuo Qi, this young master has tried his best, you should be mentally prepared..." Wen Shui said in a deep voice, and before he finished speaking, Zhuo Qi pushed him away.

"Be prepared for what? She's fine." Zhuo Qi suddenly roared.

"Be prepared" is not a good thing, everyone knows it very well.

"Hey, this young master means well, what's wrong with you?" Wen Shui was stunned, looking at Zhuo Qi like an angry lion, ready to bite at any time.

"How is she?" Zhuo Qi's fingertips were constantly trembling, revealing his inner fear.

Wen Shui narrowed his beautiful peach blossom eyes, staring at Zhuo Qi's face, strode forward, and whispered: "This young master has tried his best, there is no other way." "Boom" Zhuo Qi took a few steps back, his mind was blank. He turned and ran inside, pushing the housekeeper away. He hugged Yao Rong, hugged her tightly in his arms, and whispered: "Yao Rong, let's go home." The housekeeper stood up straight, looked at Zhuo Qi's figure, chased two steps, but was pulled by Wen Shui's arm and said: "Okay, it's the middle of the night, go to rest." "Master, why don't you tell the truth?" The housekeeper was a little depressed, not knowing what Wen Shui was doing. Wen Shui reached out, took off his white robe, and threw it aside casually. He strode forward, took a bottle of drink, opened it, poured it into his mouth, leaned aside handsomely, tapped the bottom of the bottle with his fingertips, rolled his eyes at him, and said: "This young master is happy."