Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

"..." When Han Changqing heard this, he looked back in shock, unable to believe it, or unwilling to believe it.

"Zhuo Shu, don't talk nonsense!" Han Changqing interrupted Zhuo Shu in fear, obviously trying to escape from something.

Xiao Mohan sat there quietly, rubbing his fingertips, reaching out to turn on the desk lamp, rolling up his sleeves politely, exposing his wrists, and said, "Time is really running out."

As Wenshui listened, the monster's face was extremely irritated.

He strode forward, took the wine glass from Zhuo Shu's hand, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Who is that person..." Wenshui turned around and wanted to ask.

"It's him." Xiao Mohan said softly. He stood up slowly, looked down at his wrists, glanced at them with light eyes, but said calmly and calmly, "He has always been by my side, and he has hypnotized me many times. prove his existence.”

"Chuchu is true, then... he is also true." Xiao Mohan's magnetic voice carried a certain kind of courage that no one could question.

When he was a child, he once had a dream!

That dream was beautiful but cruel, with Gu Chuyan and another person!

"It's the Xiao family who are familiar with the root cause of my disease." Xiao Mohan said with certainty. He walked to the drawing board, picked up his pen and sketched on it.

The tip of his pen, fast but elegant, outlined a figure, but he did not draw the eyes for a long time, saying: "It's a pity..."

"Since it's hypnosis, how could Grandpa Xiao not know about it? Or is everyone being hypnotized and forgetting the past? If so, that's terrible." Zhuo Shu listened and took a long time to come to his senses.

"He seems to be leading everyone's life." Zhuo Shu stood up, walked towards Xiao Mohan, looked at the figure on the drawing board side by side with him, and said, "Are you sure it's him?"

"OK." Xiao Mohan said in a deep voice and put down his pen.

He rubbed his slender and beautiful fingertips a few times, turned to look out the window, and said, "Wenshui, go see Chuchu and see if there are any strange medicines in her body, or invisible but deadly drugs." ”

"Yeah." Wenshui listened and nodded.

"Master, does it exist in you?" Han Changqing listened. He only cared about Xiao Mohan's health. He turned his head and looked at Qishui.

Wenshui raised his hand, picked up the wine glass and put it back, saying, "Before Han came back, I went back to the woods and got the unburned incense stick. The incense on it was just ordinary incense."

"But in fact, this light fragrance is incompatible with the blood in Han's body." Wenshui tapped his fingertips on the table, his voice was horribly deep, as if he was suppressing something.

"The blood of my sister-in-law remains in Han's body! This incense stick can stimulate the rapid flow of blood, causing Han to vomit blood and even disrupt his meridians." Wenshui said.

He put the incense on the box, raised his eyes and said seriously: "It is really difficult to solve something made from ninety-nine and eighty-one poisonous species and floral fragrance, but don't worry, I will think about it again."

"What kind of poison did you say it was? I'll find it." Han Changqing stamped his feet anxiously, wanting to roll up his sleeves and have a big fight.

Wenshui stretched out his hand, stood in front of him, and said, "Medicine must be integrated according to time, order, and method! It's not that simple."

Xiao Mohan stepped forward, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and opened the curtains. His contours were as sharp as a knife, and he was extremely handsome. His whole body exuded courage, and his deep black eyes were slightly narrowed, revealing a shrewd afterglow.

"Counting the days, should Yao Shengba wake up?" Xiao Mohan raised his eyes, as if thinking about something.

"Han." Upon seeing this, Zhuo Shuo stared at Xiao Mohan's figure. He vaguely felt that Xiao Mohan knew who the other party was, and...