Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Wenshui got lumps all over his body and shouted out: "Butler, butler."

"Butler? He has been chopped up by me. Wait a moment and I will send you to meet him." Feng Tianjing sneered, pinched his neck, held a pill in front of her, smiled charmingly and said, "Take it." Take this medicine and you are mine."

"You dare to poison me?" Wenshui said subconsciously.

Feng Tian listened quietly, stretched out her hand to pat his evil face, raised her eyebrows and said, "You are a doctor. Isn't it right for you to prepare the antidote yourself after taking the poison?"

"What, are you scared? Please beg me." Feng Tianjing said, forcing him to open the mouth of Wen Shui, stuffing the medicine in, and forcing him to swallow it.

Wen Shui struggled and wanted to spit it out, but unfortunately it was too late.

"Don't let me bow my head." Wenshui got up and tried to run away, but Feng Tianjing chased him, hooked his arm and threw him to the ground.

Wenshui moved back, but Feng Tianjing stepped forward and knelt in front of him.

"What are you looking at me for?" Feng Tianjing laughed softly, rushed forward, and held his head.

Wenshui struggled, Wenshui wanted to protect his body, but it was too late.

"No, no, no!" Wenshui backed away in fear, turned around and ran out.

After running a few steps, she dragged his legs, threw him to the ground hard, and stepped on his chest with her feet.

"Want to run? No way." She said coldly.

"Ah, um, no." Wenshui kicked her legs, trying to push her away.

After a long time, Feng Tianjing stood up, pushed Wenshui away, lit a cigarette and said, "Because of your good physical strength, I will let you go today."

"Come back in the evening." Feng Tianjing said, got up and put on her clothes, bent down and looked at Wenshui, and said, "If you don't die by night, I will give you another blessing."

"Boom" Wenshui felt bad when he heard this, so he yelled.

"Ah, no!" Wenshui roared, sitting up suddenly, sweating all over his body, panting constantly, looking around the bedroom, there was no one except himself.

The door was pushed open and the butler walked in and asked, "Master, what happened?"

Wenshui leaned against the bedside, wiped his face vigorously, and said feebly: "It's okay, it was just a dream."

The important thing is that it is still a scary dream.

"Master, are you worried? I just heard you calling for help." The housekeeper was a little worried. After all, he grew up watching Wenshui.

Wenshui rarely dreams, and apart from Xiao Mohan's illness, he has nothing to worry about.

Now he has nightmares one after another, which makes the housekeeper worried.

"I'm fine," Wenshui said. When he reached for the cigarette, he thought of Feng Tianjing smoking in his dream, so he threw the cigarette back.

"Master, you've been too tired recently! I'll make some soup for you to replenish your health," the steward said, before retreating.

Wenshui leaned against the bed, took out a cigarette and lit it, took a puff, grabbed his hair hard, and said, "How could I have such a dream? Is this young master really sick?"

Thinking about the situation in his dream, Wenshui got up and ran to the balcony, where the wind kept blowing.

"How could I like a woman like her? It's impossible." Wenshui whispered.

After taking a breath of cigarette, he felt that his heart was slowly calming down. . .

"Damn it." Upon seeing this, Wenshui slapped him across the face, threw away the cigarette butt, and ran to the bathroom to take a cold shower, trying to cover up his emotions just now.

"Crazy, I'm really crazy." Wenshui took a cold shower and looked at himself in the mirror.

He rubbed his hair vigorously and came out of the shower, shaking his wet hair. He was deep in thought and exuded a wild aura.