Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

She and Yao Rong both loved going to that century-old store. The old lady was particularly nice. She even took Xiao Mohan there once.

But when she and Xiao Mohan left after eating the noodles, they were assassinated and almost died on the hillside.

"Since you married into the Xiao family, that store has been closed and no longer in business. It seems that the old lady is hiding it." Yao Rong suddenly burst into laughter, feeling that things were getting more and more interesting.

The old woman closed her eyes and leaned there, silent, as if it had nothing to do with her.

"Mo Han and I once went to eat noodles. He said you were weird. I didn't know what happened at that time. Now I wonder if you revealed the whereabouts of Mo Han and I at that time, or you have been waiting for someone from the Xiao family. ?" Gu Chuyan's voice was so soft that she couldn't believe it.

The kind old lady in a seemingly ordinary century-old store could actually be a bad person? Or someone who wants to harm Xiao Mohan? How could she accept it?

"I have nothing to say." The old woman leaned there and said this after a long time.

Zhuo Shu listened and understood. He smiled solemnly and said, "It seems that you know about my illness and deliberately used online information to lead me into it."

Wenshui was silent, listening to their words, touching his forehead and leaning on it, and said: "Sir and ladies, can you change the place for interrogation? In this kind of fireworks alley, it would be detrimental to my noble status."

The more he talked about it, the more it made sense, and Wenshui felt extremely narcissistic.

"In case others find out and think that I am here for prostitution, I am a good man looking for a wife." Wenshui was extremely narcissistic. As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuo Shu stepped forward and raised his foot towards him. He kicked away.

"Hiss." Wenshui was kicked by Zhuo Shu, and he rushed forward and hit the old woman's chest.

After asking for water and feeling pain, he stood up and heard Zhuo Shuo say, "I have a wife. I can't touch others. You take her back."

He said, taking the car keys, throwing them to Gu Chuyan and saying, "Sister-in-law, take Yao Rong to the apartment."

"Apartment?" Gu Chuyan listened, looked at Zhuo Shu, and said with some uncertainty: "That one?"

She pointed in a certain direction, but didn't say it out loud. As if there was some kind of tacit understanding, Zhuo Shu nodded, scratched his neck, and said painfully: "Well, Han is here too."

He was about to leave, but Yao Rong held his wrist and said, "Zhuo Shu, where are you going?"

Zhuo Shu avoided her hand, took half a step back, and said, "I'm afraid this disease will be contagious. Don't touch me for now. I'll wait for you in the apartment later. Be well."

"Zhuo Shu." Yao Rong watched him leave alone and wanted to follow, but Gu Chuyan held her shoulders and said, "Zhuo Shu knows that you trust him, and he will be measured."

Wenshui stood up in pain, carried the old woman on his shoulders, walked forward and threw her into the trunk, slammed the back cover hard, walked around and drove, taking them towards the luxurious apartment.

The "luxury apartment" is the base where the system is located, and outsiders are strictly prohibited from entering.

"Mrs. Mr. Xiao." When the bodyguards saw Gu Chuyan, they all showed up and saluted her before going back to their posts.

Wenshui carried the old woman on his shoulders, followed by Gu Chuyan and Yao Rong, and entered the system base. The luxurious apartment was decorated in a grand but simple way.

On the luxurious high-end beige sofa, Xiao Mohan's tall figure was sitting there, with his ultra-thin notebook placed on his lap. His fingertips were tapping quickly, and with a "squeak", the system was restored.

"Ask for water, go in." Xiao Mohan heard the footsteps and said in a deep voice without raising his head.