Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

"Young Master..."

"Pa" Feng Tianjing slapped her, she was so angry that she cursed: "Human life is at stake, are you still thinking about this? Wenshui, she is going to have a miscarriage, I don't need to take action, a lot of people will kill you."

Wenshui's heart skipped a beat as he listened. He looked at her silently and asked in a deep voice, "Young Master, look at her. Do you...do you mind?"

"Bang" Feng Tian listened quietly and raised her foot to kick him. Wenshui touched her nose and squinted her black eyes and said, "Zhuo Shu, don't blame me! I was forced."

Feng Tianjing stood there, walking back and forth, asking for water and delivering medicine. The two of them worked for a while, and the cotton stained with blood was thrown away, filling two trash cans.

S city, on the road.

Zhuo Shu held the steering wheel and looked ahead with cold eyes. His handsome and masculine face had clear lines, but there was a cold aura.

"Squeak." Zhuo Shu stepped on the accelerator and rushed forward, but there was a traffic jam ahead.

"Damn it." Zhuo Shu looked at the traffic jam. He was so anxious that he looked like a crazed lion. His black eyes were slightly narrowed with bloodlust, and his hand holding the steering wheel was trembling.

"Yao Rong, please don't let anything happen to you." Zhuo Shu said in a deep voice. When he turned around, because he was driving in a straight line, the car turned around and was hit by a car.

"Bang" the two cars collided with each other. Zhuo Shu turned the steering wheel, and the black Mercedes Benz rushed towards the roadside as if it was out of control.

He kept stepping on the brakes, and the car hit a telephone pole. With a "bang", he hit his head forward, and an iron pipe poked into his arm, passed through the arm and poked into the back of the chair.

"Hiss." Zhuo Shuo sat upright in pain and looked down at the iron pipe that passed through his shoulder. Without thinking, he reached out and grabbed it and pushed it hard. Blood spattered inside the car.

The car window was stained with blood.

He reached out and pushed open the car door. Blood was still flowing from his shoulder. He covered his shoulder and strode forward.

"Yao Rong, wait for me! Don't let anything happen. Don't let anything happen." Zhuo Shu said in a deep voice, his steps staggering, as if running on the road with all kinds of fear.

Several cars were stopped, but the driver didn't dare to stop because he was covered in blood.

"Damn it." When Zhuo Shu saw this, he reached out and took out his weapon and fired two weapons into the sky, breaking the afternoon silence and frightening the passers-by around him.

A taxi stopped and Zhuo Hao strode forward, opened the door and sat in the back seat.

"Go to XX private club, hurry up." Zhuo Shu leaned on the chair, his expression extremely ugly, and it was very difficult for him to speak.

The driver listened and said hesitantly: "Sir, you are injured. Should we go to the hospital?"

"I want you to go to the private club, hurry up! Rush there." Zhuo Shu said coldly. He didn't have the energy or mood to talk nonsense, and his heart was completely tied to Yao Rong.

Thinking that she was seriously injured, Zhuo Shuang felt like a knife piercing his heart!

If he hadn't gone out temporarily for something, nothing would have happened to her. Zhuo Shuo hated that he couldn't stay by her side. Now that she hadn't recovered from the injury, she was injured again.

"Yes, yes, let's go." The driver was frightened, and Zhuo Shu held a weapon to the back of his head. He was so frightened that he stepped on the accelerator and ran through red lights, fearing that Zhuo Shu would accidentally kill him.

"Hiss." Zhuo Shu struggled, lowered his hands, leaned on the back seat and looked out the window. His mind was blank, and he felt that the air was lacking oxygen, making him almost suffocate.

Private club, VIP box.

Gu Chuyan got out of the elevator and ran towards the box. She opened the door and was greeted by the smell of blood. She looked at the strips of cloth and blood-sucking cotton on the floor.

"Sister." Feng Tianjing heard the sound of the door being opened, turned around and saw her, quickly stepped forward to support her, and said, "Wenshui is still watching, everything will be fine."