Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

"You come with me," Wenshui said, turned around and walked out.

Han Changqing looked at Wenshui's figure and hesitated for a few seconds. Thinking that Wenshui chased him regardless of danger, he must have something important to say, so he raised his heels.

Return to Wen'an Pavilion, ask for water, take a bath, and change clothes.

"To tell you the truth, within three days of your disappearance..." Wenshui finished his words and heard footsteps. When he turned around, he saw Xiao Mohan's figure.

Xiao Mohan walked in, his perfect handsome face and his expression were different.

"Master?" Han Changqing turned around. When he saw him, his first reaction was to rush forward and support Xiao Mohan.

"Bang" Xiao Mohan turned around and fell on the sofa. Wenshui stepped forward and looked at his hand wrapped in a towel, his expression changed.

"Did you raise that water lily with your own blood, not your sister-in-law's?" Wenshui asked excitedly, not feeling well.

Xiao Mohan has a physical abnormality due to some strange factors remaining in his body. Although some people believe that this is related to a "curse", he is destined not to live past the age of 30.

And Xiao Nan can live a long life and relies on medicine to maintain his life!

But Xiao Mohan finally believed that this so-called "curse" was man-made! Someone is pretending to be a ghost, and can even circumvent the medical skills of the Wen family and plant factors in the Xiao family without anyone noticing.

"Yes." Xiao Mohan responded, spreading his palms and treating the wound with water.

Xiao Mohan leaned on the sofa, closed his eyes and rested his mind. Without analgesic, he remained silent, as if he was not in pain or itchy. He did not retract his hand until he asked for water to treat the wound.

"Master, what's wrong with your hand?" Han Changqing asked anxiously and with concern.

"Kanglang" Wenshui put the scalpel aside, wiped his hands, rolled his eyes and said, "What else can we do? The wound was infected by the air, which can also be regarded as an invasion of poisonous gas."

"And his hand was frostbitten by thousands of years of ice, and it recurred this time." Wenshui added, turned around, poured a cup of coffee, and took a sip.

Xiao Mohan sat there, silent.

With a "ding dong" sound, Han Changqing's cell phone rang. He took out his cell phone and opened it. Looking at the message, he was completely stunned. He stood up and rushed towards Wenshui.

With a "clang" sound, the coffee cup was swung away by him, and he punched Wenshui.

"Hey, a gentleman talks but never moves!" Wenshui stretched out his hand to protect his face, but Han Changqing swept him away with his long legs and kicked him there. Han Changqing frowned at Wenshui's careless appearance.

"You, you kicked me." Wenshui turned around and rushed to Xiao Mohan's side.

Xiao Mohan leaned there, opened his silent black eyes, looked at Han Changqing, and said in a deep voice: "Sit down."

Han Changqing listened, clenched his fists, walked to the sofa and sat down, took out his mobile phone and handed it to Xiao Mohan, saying in a deep voice: "Master, look at it."

Wenshui was about to step forward and take a peek, but Han Changqing's cold eyes swept over him. He stood up straight, walked towards the bedroom, and said, "Okay, I'm going to leave."

Xiao Mohan held the phone, his fingertips trembling.

After reading the message, Xiao Mohan raised his thin lips into a faint smile, narrowed his silent black eyes, lightly poked his forehead with his slender fingertips, and said in a deep voice: "What do you think?"

"If what Mr. Wen said is true, then I didn't lose my virginity during the three days I was missing." Han Changqing said in a deep voice, looking at him with some distress.

He stood up, kicked open the door, and strode in.

"You still want to tease me? Huh?" Han Changqing stepped forward, grabbed Wenshui's nightgown, opened it, took a quick photo, and said casually: "Her name is Feng Tianjing, right?"

"What are you going to do?" asked Shui with an ominous premonition.