Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

When she let go, the bloody tissue fell, and Mr. Black subconsciously reached out to block it.

"Haha." Gu Miaoting laughed out loud, striding past him and walking out.

Mr. Hei held the tissue. Although he hated Gu Miaoting, he knew that if she didn't have a trump card, she would never dare to play in front of him.

He walked out of the bathroom and heard Gu Miaoting say: "Do you feel that your body is not itchy anymore?"

"My blood is the source of the cure for the poison you just had." She said softly, as if she had everything under her control. The Gu Miaoting who was once a fool and was at the mercy of others is no longer her!

Gu Miaoting opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling, clutching the quilt with her hands. There was a faint pain from the scars on her body, but it could not withstand her hatred.

"Gu Chuyan, you shouldn't let Xiao Mohan force me to have no way out." She said secretly in her heart, watching Mr. Hei rush out, and the moment the door closed, she closed her eyes and rested.

Mr. Hei found the doctor and did a blood test. After the report came out, he stood alone on the roof of Mr. Hei's villa, smoking a cigarette.

"Mr. Hei, it's time to rest late at night." The secretary looked at him standing there for four hours and stepped forward to remind him.

Mr. Hei was brought back to reality by the secretary's voice. He took a lighter, lit the appraisal report, burned it to ashes, then turned around and said to the secretary: "Find someone to investigate who Gu Miaoting has been in contact with recently and who she is."

"Yes." The secretary responded, turned and left.

Ask Ange, late at night.

A luxurious mansion, as antique as a palace, stood in S City. Wenshui sat alone in front of the steps, looking at the neon night of S City.

"Master." The butler came forward with a bowl of ginseng soup and called him respectfully.

Wenshui was wearing white casual clothes. He was sitting on the steps and leaning to one side. He said in a deep voice: "Today, my sister-in-law asked me whether I can be sure of the poison on Han's body. I dare not say anything."

He laughed at himself and climbed up from the steps. His legs were numb from sitting for too long. He leaned forward and almost fell.

"It's really ridiculous that I'm actually avoiding my sister-in-law's problem."

"There are 365 days in a year, but it is all about Han. I know that the so-called curse on Han is just a poison that has seeped into his body since he was a child and blended with his blood, just like the blood dragon. , but I am not sure." Wenshui blamed himself very much, his peach blossom eyes filled with guilt and uneasiness.

The butler listened quietly and followed him with ginseng soup.

"Don't force anything. Mr. Xiao has always been lucky. Every time he is seriously ill, the young lady helps him. Do you think the young lady is the noble person chosen by the third master?" the housekeeper said in a low voice.

When Wenshui listened to the butler's words, he turned around suddenly and almost knocked over the soup bowl that the butler was carrying.

"You mean sister-in-law?" Wenshui looked at the housekeeper in confusion, suddenly laughed handsomely, stretched out his arms to hug the housekeeper, kissed her hard twice, and said, "Butler, I love you so much."

Wenshui said, turned around and walked away.

The butler chased after him with a soup bowl, shouting: "Master, soup, drink soup."

Wenshui turned around and turned back, grabbed the bowl, poured the soup into his mouth, turned around and strode away, saying, "I am going to retreat, and I won't see anyone."

"Yes." The butler responded, holding the bowl and shaking his head. Looking at the serious figure asking for water, his smile deepened.

When he turned around, he squatted silently on the side, dialed the phone, and whispered: "Master, just now I brought the young master a bowl of soup and put the medicine you gave me in it."

"Drink?" Welao's voice came anxiously.