Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Yao Rong turned around, wiped his body with his bathrobe, and walked out.

When she walked out and thought about the door, Zhuo Shu drove the car and returned to the mansion. He opened the door and walked towards the bedroom. He saw Yao Rong wearing a black dress and her slender feet were inexplicably bright.

"Zhuo Shu, please listen to my explanation." Yao Rong heard the footsteps and turned around to see Zhuo Shu walking towards her. She panicked and fell on the sofa.

"Don't explain, I understand." Zhuo Shu knelt down, held Yao Rong's hand, lowered his head and kissed it, and said in a deep voice, "I like your surprise very much."

"..." Yao Rong listened and knew that he had misunderstood.

"Baby, I know you miss me, and I like it very much." Zhuo Shu said affectionately.

At this moment, Yao Rong knew that he had completely misunderstood her.

"Zhuo Shu, you really misunderstood. I didn't even know there was this in the room." Yao Rong kept shaking his head.

The man's passionate black eyes stared at her face and said in a deep voice: "Don't talk, let me take a good look at you."

"Ah." Yao Rong suddenly lost color on his face and felt uncomfortable in his abdomen.

She stretched out her hand to cover her abdomen, and felt a surge of heat that made her feel uncomfortable. She had a feeling that her aunt was coming, and it was extremely strong.

"The wound hurt just now, but now my stomach hurts." Yao Rong said in a low voice.

"Uh." Zhuo Shu thought her leg was injured, but he didn't know that when he saw the blood on his fingertips, which was bright red and piercing his eyes, he looked at it silently, and then looked at Yao Rong.

"You go out first and I'll handle it." Yao Rong whispered.

The man's deep black eyes glanced lightly, and Yao Rong's slender legs were also stained with some blood.

"Maybe I was unconscious for too long and my aunt never came. So when I woke up, she couldn't wait to come." Yao Rong explained awkwardly.

Her beautiful eyes were staring at Zhuo Shuo's face.

"Bah." Zhuo Shu turned around, rushed towards the bathroom, and washed his face.

He turned around and came out. Seeing her about to get up, he quickly stepped forward, took the quilt and covered her, and said, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

Zhuo Shu turned around, rummaged through the box and found a package of things.

"Ah, it hurts." Yao Rong cried out in pain, and Zhuo Shu was frightened.

He ran forward, sat on the edge of the bed, helped her up, and asked with concern: "Where does it hurt? Is it a wound? Let me take a look."

"Where does it hurt?" Zhuo Shu was frightened and placed her on the bed.

Seeing Zhuo Shu anxious, she really didn't want him to worry.

Yao Rong stretched out his hand, covered his forehead, rolled his eyes, and silently looked at the man's slender fingertips, feeling like thousands of heads were running past.

He jumped up and rubbed his big palms, as if he was about to do something big.

Cold sweat broke out on Zhuo Shuo's forehead. It was actually more complicated than fighting on the battlefield, but he fought hard to get a wife.

"No, you take a break, I'll do it myself." Yao Rong pushed him away and tried to get up.

"Rong Rong, I made this mistake and made you feel uncomfortable. I'm very sorry. Now I will correct the mistake immediately and promise not to make it again next time." Zhuo Shu said sincerely. Seeing her feel uncomfortable, his heart was cut like a knife.

Seeing her awake, Zhuo Shuo vowed to protect her.

But he didn't expect that he couldn't handle this trivial matter well.

"I promise I won't do it again next time." Zhuo Shu whispered.

Zhuo Shu listened, and he stepped forward and helped her up. He sat behind her and let her lean on him. He took the phone, flipped through the photos and handed it to her.

"She sent this specially. She must have known that you wanted to see it." Zhuo Shuo pointed at the photo on his phone and said to her.