Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Xiao Mohan was wet all over, his clothes clung to his body, he had a perfectly proportioned figure, he was embarrassed yet elegant, and he had a strong aura.

"Is there any smoke?" Xiao Mohan was silent for a long time and asked quietly.

Han Changqing stood behind him and when he heard Xiao Mohan's voice, he came to his senses in a daze, thinking that there was something wrong with his ears. Xiao Mohan stopped smoking after getting married.

"Smoke." Xiao Mohan looked at him dumbfounded and emphasized again.

Han Changqing touched his body and found that the cigarette was wet. He turned around and walked to the table. He handed a cigarette to Xiao Mohan, lit it and took a puff.

"Chu Chu said that he is very similar to his father." Xiao Mohan took a puff of cigarette, flicked the ashes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Tonight, he really went to steal my father's body."

Han Changqing listened silently but made no sound.

"Yao Shengming's hands are poisoned, but it is difficult to cure. If the medicine is drawn from his blood, and he takes action tonight, then there must be someone from the Yao family within the Zhuo family." Xiao Mohan said very little, looking out the window, But it is rare for him to take the initiative to talk about it, as if he is testing his guess.

"What if not?" Han Changqing asked.

Xiao Mohan looked down at the cigarette held between his fingertips. Sparks were dancing in the cigarette butt. He took a puff, put out the cigarette butt, and said, "Sowing discord."

Han Changqing listened and suddenly said: "Whether it is yes or no, it can only be yes?"

Xiao Mohan glanced at him and remained silent. Han Changqing nodded knowingly and remained silent. Xiao Mohan's intention was obvious. He wanted to drive a wedge between the Zhuo and Xiao families. In this case, why not let him do as he wished.

At that time, we will see what else that person wants to do. We only need to follow the clues to find the center point.

"Third Master." Wen Lao came in from outside and whispered about Gu Chuyan's situation. Xiao Mohan asked quietly: "Does Grandpa know?"

"No, I didn't tell him. Given Lao Xiao's condition, he can't stand the stimulation. I've discussed it with Wenshui and try again. Third Master doesn't have to worry." Wen Lao said, although he said this, the look on his face But he was very worried. When he turned around, Xiao Mohan saw that there were many white hairs in his black hair.

"Thank you Grandpa Wen." Xiao Mohan turned around and poured him a cup of tea. Wen Lao was a little flattered. He took a sip of the tea with a solemn look on his face, but said nothing.

The door opened and Wenshui hurried out. Panting, he rushed to him and said, "Cold."

"How?" Xiao Mohan stepped forward. Although his dark eyes were unfathomable, his voice revealed his inner thoughts. Wenshui shook his head at him.

"The liquid produced by this blood is only half of it, and it is also mixed with other blood."

Xiao Mohan heard his fingertips tighten slightly. After a few seconds of silence, he asked, "But is it Chuchu's own?"

"It's somewhat similar, but it's not my sister-in-law's." Wenshui thought about it, feeling an unprecedented stimulation. This kind of poison is a state.

The primer can be made with human blood, but it is blended with the blood of two people, making it impossible to guess. If you want to find them one by one, the chance is too slim.

"Ah Qing." Xiao Mohan turned around and said to Han Changqing: "Go to S City and invite Feng Tianjing."

"Yes." Han Changqing listened. Although he was puzzled, he didn't ask any more questions. He walked out in a hurry and disappeared into the rainy night.

Wenshui heard the words "Feng Tianjing" and his heart skipped a beat. He took half a step back, protected his chest and said, "Han, what are you doing?"

"Wait for her to come." Xiao Mohan said in a deep voice.

Wen Lao sat there, drinking the cup of tea Xiao Mohan poured, quietly listening to their conversation, smiled knowingly, and said, "In that case, I'll go see Lao Xiao."