Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

"Sister-in-law." Wenshui's hearty voice sounded, pulling her back to reality.

Gu Chuyan calmed down her expression, turned to look at Wenshui, looked at his evil face, and asked: "Wenshui, Mo Han will be 30 years old in one year. If... If the curse cannot be lifted, can he be like grandpa? Same, can I take life-sustaining pills?”

Wenshui didn't expect her to ask this. He was stunned for a moment and said vaguely: "I haven't thought about it."

He turned around, took the car keys, and was about to escape, saying, "I still have something to do, so I'll leave first."

"Ask for water." Gu Chuyan looked at his figure, called him, quickly followed him, and said softly to him: "Speak the truth, I can accept it."

"Sister-in-law, I never think about the long term, and I really haven't thought about it. Besides, isn't there still one year? Why is it so difficult for someone as powerful as me to defeat me?" Wenshui smiled softly, He got into the sports car, made an OK gesture to her, and said, "Young master, I can do it."

He said, stepping on the accelerator and driving away.

The luxurious sports car left the mountainside, walked around the road, and parked aside. He lit a cigarette and took a long puff.

"Sister-in-law, why don't I think so?" Wenshui whispered, his peach blossom eyes instantly turned red, as if he was suppressing some emotion.

He took a long drag on the cigarette and choked until he coughed twice.

"Ring." His phone vibrated a few times. Wenshui looked at the incoming call, turned off the phone, stepped on the accelerator and drove away, letting the wind mess up his handsome hair. He didn't stop until the car was about to hit a rock. Brake hard.

"Squeak." Wenshui braked hard and leaned forward with his tall body. He leaned on the seat and watched the night fall. In S City, the lights gradually lit up like stars.

Mr. Black's villa is brightly lit.

A delicate figure sneaked in while the bodyguards were changing guard, took off her high heels, climbed through the window and climbed in.

"Hiss." Mr. Hei sat on the sofa, drank red wine, opened a wine partition, slammed the goblet on the ground, and said in a deep voice: "Threaten me? Don't forget who helped you get up back then."

The more Mr. Hei spoke, the angrier he became. He rushed forward and swept all the vases off the table.

The sound of "bang bang bang" attracted the bodyguard, but he threw the vase over and shouted: "Get out, everyone, get out."

One bodyguard was hit by him, and his blood flew into the air and dripped on the ground. He was dragged out by other bodyguards and closed the door for him.

"I'm not a puppet of the Hei family, I'm not." Mr. Hei raised his foot and kicked the sofa, but the door was pushed open and a figure walked in.

The figure was as tall and thin as a skeleton, with deep, terrifying eyes.

"Pah." The old man stepped forward, slapped Mr. Hei so hard that he hit the table, hit Mr. Hei with an electric baton, and said, "Puppet of the Hei family? You are not even worthy of being a puppet."

Mr. Hei was electrocuted and fell down. His body pressed against the glass and he was stabbed all over. His bathrobe was stained red with blood. He silently raised his head and looked at the old man.

"I redeemed you from Xiao Mohan, but you used me to betray me? Hei! For 30 years, you have treated me as a puppet. Don't think that I don't know what you are doing." Mr. Hei gritted his teeth and said .

He was stepped on by Patriarch Hei, blood seeping from the corners of his mouth, but he kept laughing wildly.

"My surname is not Hei. I know who is the child of the Hei family. I will let him...ah." Before Mr. Hei finished speaking, he watched him fill a basin of water.