Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

"Huh?" Xiao Yijue was puzzled. His weapon was fake, so how could it hurt?

Thinking of this, Xiao Yijue stretched out his hand. Xiao Yiyan was frightened and handed the weapon to him obediently.

"Bang bang bang" Xiao Yijue was curious and hit his little hand with a weapon, uh... There is no feeling at all, but there is a slight cooling feeling, which is very refreshing!

Thinking of this, he silently raised his eyes and looked at Xiao Mohan's figure, thoughtfully.

"Brother." Xiao Yiyan pursed her lips, stretched out her hands, and gestured to give herself two weapons.

In the bedroom, Xiao Mohan was lying on the bed, his beautiful face darkened by pain.

"Fortunately it's not a real bullet." Gu Chuyan said distressedly.

"Yeah." The man responded solemnly.

Gu Chuyan stretched out her hand, checked it, and whispered, "It's not hurt."

"Chuchu, check carefully." Xiao Mohan reminded her.

She lowered her head, looked up with a blushing face, looked at Xiao Mohan, pointed angrily and said, "You... you have a weak soul."

"Huh?" Xiao Mohan raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't know what she was talking about.

Gu Chuyan gritted her teeth, slapped him, and said coldly: "Xiao Mohan, are you pretending to me?"

"It really hurts." Xiao Mohan said in a deep voice. She took the pillow and threw it at him. She was so angry that she said, "You are really shameless."

"Why do you want shame? My husband said that I only want you in this life." Xiao Mohan said seriously, holding his cell phone and replying to a message.

Gu Chuyan blushed and walked out, saying, "Don't follow me. Don't follow me."

Seeing her slam the door, Xiao Mohan couldn't help laughing. Seeing her blushing face, his smile became deeper and deeper, and he took his mobile phone to make a call.

"Half an hour later, M Group conference room." Xiao Mohan raised his wrist, looked at the time, stood up, changed his clothes, and left.

Wearing a slim-fitting and luxurious suit, he walked out with a dashing appearance.

After walking a few steps, he seemed to think of something, turned around and looked at Xiao Yijue, and asked in a deep voice: "I have a meeting, do you want to go?"

Although Xiao Yijue didn't understand, he knew that he was talking to him, and he got up excitedly.

"Son, let's go." Xiao Mohan bent down, picked him up, put him in the passenger seat, fastened his seat belt, sent a message to Gu Chuyan, and drove away.

In the study, Gu Chuyan was lying on the sofa. Because she was injured and tired, she fell asleep lying on her stomach.

"Beep." Her phone vibrated, it was Gu Chengdong's call, but because it was on mute, it didn't wake her from her deep sleep.

City S, in a certain club.

In the luxurious club, the private room is quiet, but filled with a luxurious atmosphere.

"Mr. Hei." Gu Miaoting took a sip of the wine, raised her head proudly, looked up at him, stood up gracefully, and came to him.

"You want me to come here just to drink?" she said charmingly, exuding all kinds of charm.

Mr. Hei lowered his head, without even looking at her, and said coldly: "Drink? I'm afraid you won't even be alive in a few hours."

"What do you mean?" Gu Miaoting asked doubtfully.

Apparently he had some ulterior motive for inviting her here?

Gu Miaoting reached out, poured a glass of red wine, drank it, walked to him and sat down, and asked: "Speak directly if you have something to say, don't beat around the bush with me."

Mr. Hei placed the cup heavily on the coffee table, and when he stood up, he lifted her up.

"Ah, my wine." Gu Miaoting said, the wine poured on her body, dripped down her face, wetted her skirt, and made her whole body miserable.

"What on earth do you mean? You called me here just to make a fool of yourself?"