Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Yao Rong sat on the sofa and looked up at Zhuo Shu.

The man bent down and rubbed the injury on her arm, with an extremely serious expression on his face. Every movement was calm but careful, as if he was afraid of hurting her.

"Zhuo Shu..." Yao Rong moved his lips and called his name affectionately.

"Shh, don't move! That's it." Zhuo Shuo's voice was hoarse, with some kind of care in it, and his movements were also gentle. He was afraid of hurting her, so he gently rubbed his fingertips a few times.

"Knock." There was a knock on the door outside. Wenshui pushed the door open and stood outside.

"I'm waiting for you outside." Wenshui said, looking at them with indifferent eyes, his tone was full of dissatisfaction, and he was obviously in a bad mood.

Zhuo Shu stood up and said to her, "Lie down for a while."

"Okay." Yao Rong nodded, leaned on the sofa, looked at Zhuo Shu's tall figure, and looked down at his mobile phone, which seemed to weigh as much as a thousand pounds.

She held his phone tightly and leaned against it, looking at the ceiling with wide eyes.

"Zhuo Shu, what's wrong with you?" Yao Rong stretched out his hand, rubbed his temples, and was silent for a long time.

She held her mobile phone and never sent a message to Gu Chuyan. Instead, she got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. She rested her hands on it and looked down at the flowers and plants outside the window sill, thoughtfully.

Inside the house, Wenshui checked Yao Shengba, got up and walked out.

"It's okay, it's just the effect of the medicine." Wenshui shook his head, stretched out his hand to pull on his collar, took two steps out, paused, and turned to look at Zhuo Shu.

"Is your matter going well?"

Zhuo Suo listened, lit a cigarette, and took a puff.

"It's going well for the time being. You don't have to worry about Han." Zhuo Shuo said. He leaned there and looked at the face of Wenshui Monster, full of displeasure.

Zhuo Shu smiled softly, leaned forward, put his hand on Wenshui's shoulder, and asked in a deep voice: "Are you talking about a woman?"

"Go, do you need me?" Wenshui listened, pushed Zhuo Shu away and walked out.

After thinking about it, he took the bottle of medicine and threw it back. Zhuo Shu reached out to catch it.

"The weapon wound on your leg is contaminated with poison. Apply it if you have nothing to do. Don't ruin yourself." Wenshui said coldly, walking out anxiously.

Unfortunately, when he reached the front yard.

A figure rushed over, grabbed him by the collar, covered his mouth with a big hand, and dragged him to a corner.

The corner was dark, and he couldn't see his fingers. Wenshui was forced against the wall by the man, his hands were clasped and raised high, and his chin was pinched.

"..." Zhuo Shu heard the noise and came out to look at the scene.

He lowered his head silently and twitched the corner of his mouth. When he saw Yao Rong coming out, he put his arms around her, pushed her into the house, and closed the door with his hands.

"Are they really okay?" Yao Rong kept adding pictures in his mind.

Zhuo Shu helped her back to the bed, poured her a glass of water and handed it to her. He sat on the edge of the bed and said to her: "They are used to fighting. Don't underestimate the water. At the critical moment, he is stronger than anyone else."

"Pfft, um." Yao Rong's lips twitched with laughter as he listened.

"I just wanted Wenshui to take a look at it for you, but these three guys forgot about it when they made a fuss." Zhuo Shuo said distressedly, worried that something had happened to her body.

"I'm fine, no need to look."

Seeing her smile, Zhuo Shu couldn't help but shake his head, touched her face and said, "I'm going to take a bath. I'll tell you something later."

"Yeah." Yao Rong nodded and watched him get up and leave.

She got up and placed the glass on the table.

"Ugh." Yao Rong felt sick to his stomach, his hands shook, and the glass fell to the ground, breaking into pieces.

She almost fell off the bed and kept vomiting. She lay on the bed weakly and whispered: "What's wrong with me?"