Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

In today's society, scumbags are flying all over the sky. Could it be that Gu Chuyan is walking? But she felt that Xiao Mohan's extraordinary behavior should be well-educated and reliable.

"No." Gu Chuyan stood up, pushed open the floor-to-ceiling windows, went outside to enjoy the cold wind, and said, "I found a dead body outside tonight. I almost thought it was my brother, but luckily it wasn't."

The two chatted for a long time before hanging up the phone.

At this moment, the man has come back from outside.

When talking about what happened tonight, Xiao Mohan was still a little scared.

"Chuchu, promise me that you will stay away from him in the future, and you are not allowed to communicate with him, okay?" Xiao Mohan said in a deep voice.

"Okay." Gu Chuyan was tickled by him, moved her body quietly, and hid under the quilt, her little face was so cute and flushed.

Gu Chuyan fell asleep exhausted, Xiao Mohan got up, put on his clothes and went out.

"Master, still not sleeping?" Han Changqing finished his work, came out of the study, and was about to go downstairs, when he saw Xiao Mohan's figure, he was slightly surprised.

"Ah Qing, be quiet for a few more people, and keep the secret in the dark. As long as it is his person, you will never be allowed to get close to her." Xiao Mohan's eyes darkened slightly, bursting out with coldness.

That person is scheming, and has been resisting recently, as if he wanted to break free from all shackles, but he couldn't get rid of the control of the Xiao family. Since he met Gu Chuyan tonight, he must have other thoughts, and he had to guard against it.

"Yes." Han Changqing listened, quickly quieted down, and said, "Master, it was my carelessness that made him greet my sister-in-law tonight."

That person is like a virus, and no one who knows his temperament will like it.

"Go and rest, let Wenshui come and see me tomorrow." Xiao Mohan whispered.

"Yes." Han Changqing replied in a low voice, walked downstairs, picked up the mobile phone to call Wenshui, fell down on the sofa, looked up at the ceiling: "Qishui, my master's illness is very serious."

"Is he sick?" Wenshui fell into a drowsy sleep, and when he heard that he was seriously ill, he jumped up, ready to get dressed and come over.

"It's not that disease. I've had pimples on my neck for the past two days. It's red and disappeared in the afternoon! I saw it just now, and it's thick again!" Han Changqing was heartbroken. Just now, he saw Xiao Mohan's collar pulled down and his neck The traces became more and more obvious.

"A pimple on the neck?" Asked Shui to listen, he leaned on the bed, took a cigarette and lit it, and said thoughtfully, "I'll go and have a look tomorrow."

"Alright, my master is asking you to come over tomorrow, I wonder if it has something to do with this matter." Han Changqing whispered, then hung up the phone and went back to his room to take a shower.

(The author looked at Han Changqing with a cute face and said: Ah Qing, you are so old, can you not only kill and kill, but also learn some things about your children's love? Those are hickey marks, not pimples, okay? Han Changqing glanced at the author , said in a low voice: Does my grandfather’s matter have anything to do with you? Get out of the code. After finishing speaking, he raised his foot and kicked over... The author was kicked away.)

Han Changqing went back to his room to take a bath, but saw a reunion thing lying on it.

"What is this?" Han Changqing lowered his head and touched it, ready to put it on.

Unexpectedly, there was a ball of meat inside just now, fluffy.... The thing was still moving, a fat paw stretched out, and waved at him a few times, as if teasing him.

Han Changqing withdrew his hands and looked down, only to see the fluffy ball suddenly move, raised his head and looked at him in confusion.

Unexpectedly, a paw stretched out and punched his mouth, stuffing the hair in his mouth.

Han Changqing's face was black, and he looked down at the paw stuffed into his mouth. When he stretched out his hand, he saw the paw retracted.

"Damn it." Han Changqing strode forward.

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