Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

"Hiss." Wenshui felt pain, sat up, and looked around the familiar bedroom.

He stood up and looked at the ground, smelled a smell, his face changed slightly, and he said coldly: "Butler."

Sitting on the sofa and taking a nap, when he heard the voice of asking for water, the butler ran up to him, helped him stand up, and asked respectfully: "Master, I am here."

Wenshui raised his eyes, stared at him coldly, pointed to the ground and asked, "What is this smell?"

"Happiness soup." The butler lowered his head and said honestly.

His evil face looked at the housekeeper with questioning eyes, turned around and sat on the bedside, and said, "Why is there such a thing in this young master's room?"

The housekeeper listened and took half a step back in fear. He silently raised his eyes, looked at Wenshui with a guilty conscience, and said in a deep voice: "Master, this old slave has something to do, so he took the wrong medicine."

"A drink for me?" Wenshui's face became horribly serious.

He felt sore in his waist. Could something have happened that he didn't know about?

"No, it's overturned. It's overturned." The butler listened and was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat. He quickly waved his hands and shook his head, then ran forward and said, "Master, how dare I let you drink?"

Wenshui listened, lifted him up, turned around, opened the window, threw the housekeeper out of the window, closed the window forcefully, turned around, walked to the bed, and picked up the phone.

He rubbed his forehead as he read the news.

"Han, haven't you found it yet?" the voice asked Shui, obviously a little disappointed.

That woman was so bad, willful and naughty that she tortured him to the point of losing his skin. However, she saved him twice at critical moments, and her life or death was unknown in the end.

At this moment, his inner emotions were unknown.

"Yes." Xiao Mohan's magnetic voice responded solemnly.

Wenshui pursed her thin lips, her eyes fell on the bracelet on the table, and she whispered, "I understand."

He glanced at the bracelet, turned around and walked out.

Seeing Zhuo Shu's long legs intertwined and leaning to the side, he didn't know what he was thinking, and he was a little lost in thought.

"Why are you here?" Wenshui strode forward. Zhuo Shuo was so frightened that he almost dropped his phone, but he quickly caught it with his hand and raised his eyes to look at Wenshui.

Zhuo Shu walked aside, took out a bottle of red wine, and poured a glass.

"There are some things that I don't have a clear idea about." Zhuo Shuo held the goblet, shook it a few times, and looked at the night outside the window.

Wenshui listened, and he stepped forward lightly.

"There was someone plotting against me tonight, but his skills were obviously those of the Xiao family. When I wanted to capture him alive, he committed suicide." Zhuo Shu stroked the edge of the cup with his fingertips.

When Wenshui listened, he was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat.

"The Xiao family's moves? How is that possible?" Wenshui swallowed and became more energetic. He whispered, "Even people from the Xiao family may not be able to do it."

They were lucky enough to have seen it, so their memories were still fresh.

Zhuo Shuo suppressed his smile, silently looked at Wenshui, and said, "Forget it, just bear with it a little longer. When Han is thirty, he will still have to rely on it, what do you think?"

"If it hadn't been like this, I would have killed it." Wenshui said coldly.

He was so angry that he turned away and left. The little fox was on the ground, silently opened its mouth, got up, turned around and ran out of the window, disappearing into the night.

"Where's Yao Rong?" Zhuo Shu walked forward, opened the door to the guest room, and walked in.

Seeing that she was not there, he searched every corner, including the bathroom, and found no one except Yao Shengba lying on the bed.

"Climbed out the window and left?" Wenshui listened and walked in to take a look.

I found that the window was closed, but there were footprints on it. Yao Rong probably climbed out of the window.

Wenshui raised his eyes silently, feeling some sympathy for Zhuo Shu, and said, "It seems that your charm is not as good as that of Han! My sister-in-law is completely devoted to Han, what about you?"