Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

"How could he hurt Chuchu? He... It's not like that." Yao Rong said in a low voice.

She stood in the dark night, thinking back on Yao Shengba's coma during this period, especially his sudden onset of illness last time he woke up. Could it be...

"Young Madam." At this time, a bodyguard saw her gesture and quickly appeared and walked out.

Yao Rong raised his head, looked at him, and lowered his voice and said, "You don't have to follow me in the future. You are responsible for keeping an eye on him 24 hours a day."

"Is it Mr. Yao?" The bodyguard listened to him and watched her turn her head and look at the door, puzzled.

"Yes, including his communication records and actions, cannot be ignored." Yao Rong said, she felt unwell and was about to go back to her room.

Suddenly thinking of something, she stopped and said to him: "For the time being, it's better not to let Zhuo Shu know."

"Yes." The bodyguard listened, then turned and walked towards the back window of Yao Shengba's bedroom, leaned there and turned his head, looking at everything in the bedroom.

Yao Rong returned to the room, hot sweat broke out on her forehead. She curled up on the bed, but did not sleep all night.

"Ring." Yao Rong's phone vibrated, rang twice and then hung up.

She reached out to hold her phone, looked through the records, and said blankly, "Yao Shengming?"

Yao Rong was silent for a few seconds, then called back and found that his phone was turned off.

"Hiss." She covered her forehead and fell on the bed. Due to physical discomfort, she quickly fell asleep.

Halfway up the mountain, a villa.

A luxurious Audi was parked on the side of the road. Zhuo Shu smoked five cigarettes before he stood up, put his foot out and put out the cigarette butt, then turned and walked inside.

"You came to see me at 4 o'clock in the morning. What's the matter with me?" He asked angrily. He was wearing casual white clothes, with the collar pulled casually.

He walked towards the sofa with an elegant ruffian air all over his body.

"Han, you should speak." Wenshui saw this and became anxious. He put his hand on Xiao Mohan's shoulder and hugged his shoulder, but Xiao Mohan reached out and removed his arm.

Wenshui was embarrassed, looked at him, touched the tip of his nose, and said, "Who has imbalance of yin and yang?"

"Me." Zhuo Shu raised his hand. His handsome, masculine face was a little gloomy. He held his short black hair with his hand. After a serious silence, he said, "It's not working. Please help me see the details."

"No? Why not?" Wenshui listened, confused and didn't understand what was going on.

Zhuo Shu stood up and walked towards the room. Xiao Mohan stood up, raised his chin and said to Wenshui, "Show him."

"OK." Wenshui responded and followed Zhuo Shu into the bedroom.

Half a minute later, Wenshui screamed and rushed out.

"Han, he, he actually reacted to me." Wenshui's fair face turned extremely red, his shoulders shook a few times, and he pointed to the bedroom and said, "Zhuo Shu, he is shameless."

"Huh?" Xiao Mohan was making coffee. He was wearing black casual home clothes. He looked tall and slender and had a very strong aura. He poured a cup of coffee and handed it to Wenshui.

"Bang" Zhuo Shu burst out of the door, rushed over, grabbed the water and asked for water.

"Explain it to me clearly." Zhuo Shuo took the coffee from his hand with a cold face and threw the water on the sofa.

Zhuo Shu walked forward, put one hand on Wenshui's shoulder, and said in a deep voice, "Can it be cured?"

"Nonsense." Wenshui was extremely excited. He stared at Zhuo Shu with peach blossom eyes, sneered, pointed at Zhuo Shu angrily, and said to Xiao Mohan: "Han, he actually questioned me, can he be cured?"

"Are you actually questioning my ability? Well, you Zhuo Hao, that's enough." Wenshui stamped his feet angrily. The monster's face was filled with disdain, and he clasped his hands behind his back and said, "You, this young man is dead."