Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Yao Rong looked at the call. She turned and walked forward. She answered the call mysteriously. She was stunned. She turned around and said, "Zhuo Shu, my mother's ashes have been sent back."

"Let's go." Zhuo Shu listened, took the car keys, and took Yao Rong back to the city.

Before the car stopped, Yao Rong pushed open the door and stumbled down. When he saw the door, he saw a figure standing there with his back to her.

"Who are you?" Yao Rong stepped forward, Zhuo Shu stopped the car and chased after him.

The man put his hands behind his back and turned around slowly. His thin Chinese-character face was slightly raised, and his gloomy black eyes were deep. He looked at her and said softly: "I heard that you are searching the whole city, but this thing?"

He stretched out his hand to hold the urn, handed it to her, and said, "It happened that in the afternoon, I met a tomb robber in the south of the city. He was forced to confess that he dug it in XX. I think it must be the one you want to find."

"Thank you." Yao Rong caught the urn with trembling hands.

The pattern on the urn was unique to the Yao family and unknown to outsiders. She looked at the delicate pattern and knew that it was indeed what she was looking for.

"It takes a little effort," Mr. Black said, returning the urn to her.

He raised his hand, trying to touch her head with his big palm.

"Hiss." Zhuo Shu came forward, took hold of his wrist, pulled Yao Rong back to his side, pushed Mr. Hei back, and said in a deep voice: "Brother Hei, I'm done."

"You're welcome." Mr. Hei was pushed. His dark eyes were dark and slightly angry, but they quickly turned away.

He looked at Yao Rong indifferently, stepped forward respectfully, and said to her: "It's a good thing to keep it safe, these years are not peaceful."

Mr. Hei reached out and touched the urn, then looked at her and said, "I'm leaving."

He turned around and took two steps, then turned to look at Yao Rong, taking a deep look before leaving. His figure was handsome, but his loneliness was a bit surprising.

Watching him leave, Yao Rong looked at Zhuo Shu and asked with a trembling voice: "Zhuo Shu, what does he mean?"

"Go back first." Zhuo Shu said, escorting her back to the apartment.

Yao Rong's feet went weak. She fell down on the sofa and hugged the urn tightly. After a long time, she said: "Mr. Hei is cunning by nature, how can he be so kind?"

"Perhaps..." Zhuo Shuo was thoughtful, but he swallowed his words halfway.

He held the car keys in his hand and said to her: "No matter what his intentions are, since the things are returned, you should rest early."

"Chuchu..."

"I'll go look for it." Zhuo Shu said, draping the blanket on her body, folding it lightly, and said, "Get some rest early. What if my sister-in-law finds out that you're in a terrible state because of her?"

"Well, I'll just sleep." Yao Rong said.

She also wanted to show off her strength, but her body seemed unable to hold on and would collapse at any time.

Yao Rong is depressed. She has always been physically strong, even better than Gu Chuyan, but recently she has been unable to do what she wants. In addition to nausea and vomiting, she even has some energy deficiency?

"Yeah." Zhuo Shu said, raising his feet and walking out.

The darkness is deep and the people are quiet.

The luxurious car, circling the road for a long time, stopped with a "squeak".

"Don't..." A man's miserable cry rang out from inside the car. The door was opened, and several figures were kicked away and fell to the ground.

"Bang bang bang" they fell to the ground and couldn't get up.

A pair of slender legs slowly stretched out from the car. Gu Chuyan got out of the car gracefully, stepped forward lightly, and stepped on them with her feet.

"Pa" She held a soft whip in her hand and whipped it towards them.

The soft whip was stained with salt and chili powder, and the burning pain and bone-eroding pain came. They ran up and hit the ground like crazy.