Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

In the study, Xiao Mohan, Zhuo Shu and Wenshui were talking about something. They vaguely heard roars. Wenshui opened the door and walked out, roaring: "I am talking about something, who is he..."

he. Mom didn't know what to say. Before she could say a few words, Wenshui got angry and kicked her.

"Bang" Mr. Hei was kicked in the face, and blood spurted out from his nose. Wenshui was shocked. Looking at Mr. Hei's painful appearance, he asked in a deep voice: "Nigger, are you bleeding?"

Mr. Hei got up in pain, pointed at his face and said, "Have you ever seen the discharge from my nostrils?"

"Aren't you bleeding?" Wenshui asked calmly, with his hands around his chest, he leaned handsomely and said quietly: "You should go to the supermarket to buy diapers. What are you doing here? I'm not here." Gotta sell.”

"..." Mr. Hei was in pain all over, as if tens of millions of leeches were sucking his blood. He almost wanted to hit him to death when Wenshui teased him.

"You promised that as long as I take you there and save Xiao Mohan's daughter, you will detoxify me. My poison...poof, the poison has taken effect." Mr. Hei gritted his teeth and fell to the ground, rolling around. .

Xiao Mohan's voice came from inside, saying: "Save him."

"Okay." Wenshui listened, stepped forward and picked up Mr. Hei, dragged him into the bathroom, grabbed his head hard, and pushed him inside.

"Plop." Mr. Hei struggled, his whole face was pressed inside, and he made a "gurgling" sound and drank two mouthfuls of water.

Mr. Hei grabbed the edge with both hands until he almost suffocated. He was lifted up by Wenshui and sprayed the bottle of medicine on his face.

"Ah." Mr. Hei covered his face and groaned miserably. Zhuo Shu stood there holding an apple, watching this scene, glanced at Wenshui, and turned around to return to the study.

"Wenshui, ah." Mr. Hei struggled and wanted to yell at Wenshui.

Unexpectedly, Wenshui kicked him away and said in a cold voice: "What's your name? This is a quiet place for me, young master. If you make any noise again, get out of my young master's territory."

Being yelled at by Wenshui, Mr. Hei seemed to be insulted, and when he was about to get angry, he found that he felt comfortable all over, and the pain from the poisonous attack just now had all disappeared.

"Don't stare at me. Although it's your antidote, it's also my pet peeve! Stop trying to figure it out, and get out of here as soon as possible." Wenshui yelled.

Mr. Hei listened to the words "It is your antidote" and stared blankly, his hands itching.

Looking at Mr. Hei's eyes, Wenshui's smile deepened, but she kept her face straight so as not to give him a good look.

"I'll give you three seconds, get out." Wenshui let out a domineering tone, turned and walked towards the study, closed the door forcefully, leaned against the door panel, and stared at Xiao Mohan and Zhuo Shu sitting on the sofa.

In the quiet study room, on the bright red sofa, Xiao Mohan took a sip of red wine and tapped quickly on his notebook with his fingertips. Zhuo Shu ate an apple and looked through the documents.

"Han." Zhuo Shu handed the document to him, poked at one place with a pen, and said, "This is feasible. If it is integrated into the plan for the next year..."

"Yes." Xiao Mohan listened, took the document, moved the red wine away, looked at the copy carefully, took Zhuo Shu's pen, drew a circle, and said, "The focus is on us..."

The two were discussing official matters. Wenshui strode forward and said in a low and doubtful voice: "Look."

Hearing the voice asking for water, the two of them looked up and saw Mr. Hei rolling up his sleeves on the monitor... Xiao Mohan narrowed his dark eyes.

"Is he...stealing the toilet?" Zhuo Tao was shocked. In the monitor, Mr. Hei found tools and took advantage of the fact that there was no one in the Wen'an Pavilion (in fact, everyone was hiding in the dark to watch him).

PS: Recommend the author's old article: "Billions of Honey Weddings: The Mysterious Young Master Mo's Lovely Wife" Welcome to the pit, this is the end of a pampering article.