Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

"Ah." Before the housekeeper could recover, Han Changqing picked him up and threw him on the sofa. He said coldly: "He knocked over this bowl of hangover soup and it happened to be poured on me. My clothes were torn. It was a coincidence."

"Xiao Ran came in because something happened." Han Changqing always cherished words like gold, but this time, he really explained briefly.

The housekeeper listened, looked at Han Changqing in confusion, and whispered: "Yes, yes."

"Remember to ask him to pay for my pants." Han Changqing said coldly, striding out.

Xiao Mohan's figure appeared, making a call on his mobile phone. Hearing the sound of footsteps, he raised his eyes and looked this way. When he saw Han Changqing opening his pants, he was stunned for a few seconds and returned to normal.

"Yes, I understand." Xiao Mohan said in a deep voice and hung up the phone.

When Han Changqing saw him, he respectfully stepped forward and said in a low voice: "Sir, the chance is slim, I'm afraid I won't be able to find him."

"Change your clothes." Xiao Mohan looked at him with a glance, turned around with determination, but with a deep meaning in the corner of his mouth, he walked out.

Han Changqing listened and turned around to change his clothes. When he walked out, he saw Xiao Mohan raising his eyes and looking at him lightly before saying, "Get in the car and go somewhere."

"Yes." Han Changqing responded and followed Xiao Mohan away.

In the Wen'an Pavilion, the housekeeper knelt beside the bed and looked at Wenshui. His face was filled with pain and he said in a deep voice: "Master, this old slave is guilty and should not make such a mistake. You are so drunk that you still have to endure this kind of pain. "

"Master, my young master." The butler looked excited and covered Wenshui with a quilt, using his imagination.

Thinking of this, the housekeeper turned around and ran to look at the surveillance camera. When he saw the scene happening in the bedroom, the bowl in his hand fell and broke into several pieces.

"It turns out it was a misunderstanding. Fortunately, the young master didn't drink! The old slave mistakenly blamed Han Changqing." The housekeeper breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that what Han Changqing said was true.

In the luxury car, Han Changqing drove seriously.

"Master, I guess that the other party must have guessed Wenshui's identity, otherwise, there will never be a second batch of killers coming." Han Changqing whispered, with murderous intent in his eyes.

They are all brothers who have gone through life and death, and now Wenshui has been assassinated.

Although the other party wanted to assassinate the woman, in the end Wenshui's identity was revealed, and the other party sent additional troops to kill Wenshui as well.

"The corpse is being dissected." Xiao Mohan whispered.

Han Changqing turned his head, glanced at Xiao Mohan, and whispered: "Sir, is there someone you suspect?"

"Let's take a look and then talk about it." Xiao Mohan said in a deep voice. His phone was flashing. He clicked on it and saw that it was a message from Gu Chuyan. He smiled softly and replied with a message: "Well, I'll get back to you later."

Han Changqing held the steering wheel and made a rare complaint, saying: "Sir, I don't know what happened tonight, but the housekeeper actually got the wrong medicine. Fortunately, he asked if he had water to drink, but Xiao Ran obviously misunderstood."

"Uncle Chen is here." Xiao Mohan said quietly, obviously knowing the reason.

Steward Chen and this steward were obviously enemies. When the steward heard the news, it was understandable that the steward rushed out to hide. The two of them had not dared to meet each other for decades.

"Haha." Han Changqing couldn't help laughing as he listened.

The jokes between the two butlers will keep them laughing for a lifetime.

luxury mansion

Yao Rong lay on the soft big bed. It wasn't until she felt better that she got up, supported the edge of the bed with her hands, stood up and walked to the mirror.

If the bright mirror reflected her face, her beautiful oval face looked much haggard. The injury on her forehead had not yet healed, and her fingertips climbed up to her eyebrows.