Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

"I'm a man! But I can't even be a man, the most basic thing." Zhuo Shu's hair was wet, and water dripped down his face.

He turned around and walked out, trying to rush out the door.

"Zhuo Shu, stop here." Yao Rong saw this and yelled at him.

Zhuo Shu paused, and Yao Rong rushed forward, lifted him up, and threw him onto the bed. She climbed up, pressed his shoulders, and whispered: "Are you so decadent because of this?"

"I..." Zhuo Shu listened. He held his head, fell on the bed, took a deep breath and said, "Yao Rong, I can't do it anymore."

Zhuo Shu didn't understand either. He was only 28 years old this year. He was a passionate young man with very strong physical needs. Why did he suddenly stop working?

"If not, why don't you give up on yourself? What do men and women have to do to prove that they are in love?"

"Or do you think that there is no use for men and women?" Yao Rong slapped him on the face. She lifted Zhuo Shu and threw the pillow at him.

"Zhuo Shu, listen to me! I don't care! Even if you can't do it for the rest of your life, so what?"

"Isn't it okay if I don't have an affair with you?" Yao Rong was so angry that he fell heavily on the bed.

She held the sheets in her hands and lowered her head in silence.

"Sorry, I'm in a bad mood." Yao Rong raised her head and tugged her hair. She laughed at herself and said, "My mother's grave was dug. I'm really worried that her bones will not be left."

"What is the purpose of those people? If they want to blackmail, why didn't they even make a call?" Yao Rong said. She turned around and held Zhuo Shuo's wrist, holding it tightly.

"Zhuo Shu, I'm very nervous, even scared! Just now... I really didn't mean to do it." Yao Rong's voice was choked and slightly hoarse, and she reached out to touch the man's handsome face.

She touched it gently with her hands, her eyes full of worry and guilt, and said, "Does it still hurt?"

Zhuo Shu pursed his thin lips, hugged her into his arms, hugged her tightly and said, "Sorry, I ignored your emotions. I have already secretly taken care of your mother's affairs."

"Han and I have agreed to do whatever it takes to find it for you, even if we dig three feet into the ground." Zhuo Shuo said in a deep voice.

There was a sound outside. Yao Rong and Zhuo Shu looked up and saw a shadow shaking under the door. Apparently someone was standing outside the door, eavesdropping?

The atmosphere of the quarrel just now was swept away in an instant.

"Don't move." Zhuo Shu supported her body, pulled the blanket over, and wrapped it around her body. He was wet as he walked out.

Zhuo Hao locked the door and pulled it open with all his strength.

"Bang" A figure fell in, and Zhuo Shuo quickly reached out, grabbed his neck, threw him against the wall, and pinched him hard.

"Ah." Yao Shengba screamed. Zhuo Shu and Yao Rong looked at him in astonishment.

Yao Shengba had been in coma for several months. He had stubble on his face and looked very embarrassed, like a bandit walking out of the mountains. He groaned when Zhuo Shu threw him.

"Dad?" Yao Rong stood up and walked towards him.

Zhuo Shu let go of him, but turned around and stood in front of Yao Rong, fearing that Yao Shengba would become confused again and hurt Yao Rong.

"Ahem." Yao Shengba coughed twice. He stood up straight, his eyes were red and bloodshot, and he was not energetic. He looked at Yao Rong.

"Rong Rong, come out with me." Yao Shengba said to her.

Zhuo Shu listened and held her wrist, not wanting her to go.

"It's okay." Yao Rong said, pushed his big palm away, followed Yao Shengba and walked outside.

Yao Shengba was wearing hospital clothes, standing barefoot in the courtyard, with his hands behind his back, looking as majestic as before. He stood there with his eyes closed and was silent for a long time.