Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

He put the coffee cup aside, looked at Xiao Mohan seriously, and said, "Sir, I want to go to City C."

"Well, pay attention to safety." Xiao Mohan listened and did not object. He watched Han Changqing strode away like flying and disappeared from his sight.

Xiao Mohan's fingertips were slightly tightened, clasping the coffee cup, and looking out the window thoughtfully.

"Mo Han, what happened just now?" Gu Chuyan walked in and saw him standing silently in front of the window. She didn't know what he was thinking, so she stepped forward and asked.

Hearing her voice, Xiao Mohan came back to his senses and found that the coffee had cooled down.

"It's possible that he has indirect amnesia." Xiao Mohan said in a deep voice, reaching out to hold her wrist, hugging her into his arms, looking down at her and smiling softly.

The man's mouth curved beautifully, he put the coffee cup aside and said, "Xiao Ran once reported that Han Changqing had no clue about the three days and three nights of disappearance."

"Why haven't you mentioned it to him before?" Gu Chuyan became even more curious as she listened.

Xiao Mohan lowered his head, put his handsome face against hers, rubbed it gently, touched her head with his big palm, and said dotingly: "He is an adult man."

"Pfft." Gu Chuyan listened, got into his arms, poked his chest with her fingertips, and said, "Looking at his face just now, he was very angry."

"Men of the Xiao family value reputation." Xiao Mohan explained in a deep voice. Gu Chuyan was stunned, thinking that she heard wrongly, but she thought that these men were indeed very innocent.

Han Changqing drove away in a car.

"Hiss." He braked hard and hit his head on the steering wheel. He felt something flash through his mind quickly, but unfortunately he couldn't catch it.

"Am I really experiencing indirect amnesia?" Han Changqing said in a deep voice, patting the steering wheel.

He sat up straight, took out a cigarette, lit it and took a puff.

As the smoke burned, he stepped on the accelerator and headed towards City S. He was a little absent-minded. His phone was vibrating. Han Changqing looked at the incoming call and hung up decisively.

"Do it." Wenshui looked at the cut off call. He turned around, took the car key, and said to Gu Chuyan, "Sister-in-law, lend me your car."

Without waiting for Gu Chuyan to say anything, Wenshui jumped into the car, stepped on the accelerator and drove away.

Watching Wenshui drive away, Gu Chuyan looked at the time and said, "Mo Han, can you find out who is pushing behind Gu Miaoting?"

"Are you interested in her affairs?" Xiao Mohan asked in a deep voice, but a shrewd meaning flashed in his eyes.

Gu Chuyan nodded and walked upstairs while saying, "I'm not interested in her. I'm just afraid that she will be interested in me."

Looking at her figure, Xiao Mohan leaned there, holding the coffee cup, and drank the cold coffee. The bitter taste spread in his mouth.

"Hiss." Xiao Mohan turned around, holding the coffee cup and was about to walk back. His left hand trembled, and the coffee cup fell to the ground with a "clang".

He looked down at his left hand, which was shaking almost out of his control.

Xiao Mohan raised his hand and spread his palm. The palm that was scratched in the early morning was inexplicably cracked. The scar seemed to be unhealed, and blood could be seen vaguely oozing out.

"Damn it." Xiao Mohan clenched his fist, stretched out his hand to pull the towel, bandaged his palm, and walked out with big steps.

He has heard that dragon veins and hundreds of flowers blooming are beneficial to self-cultivation and health. But if you are injured, the energy of the flowers will seep into the wound and have a great impact on your body.

"Mo Han, Mo Han." Gu Chuyan went back to her room, took a shower, and called his name when she went downstairs, but found that the hall was empty, so she walked out.