Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Apparently he came in the middle of the night and stood there for a long time.

"Are you okay?" Mr. Hei asked in a low voice. He calmed down his expression, but it made people feel that he was even more flustered, as if he didn't know what to do and was a little at a loss.

Yao Rong took two steps forward, stood under the peach tree, picked a peach and wiped it twice.

"I heard that Yao Shengming was beaten by you." Yao Rong's voice was very soft, but it made Mr. Hei even more confused. He looked at her in surprise, not expecting that she would know.

"Being beaten? He, Yao Shengming? Oh, you said that, he committed something, and I happened to inspect him and used his fist." Mr. Hei explained, realizing that he had talked too much.

He backed away in panic, picked up the cigarette butts on the ground, and threw them into the trash can.

"I still have official business to deal with, so I'm leaving first." Mr. Hei said. When he turned around, Yao Rong asked quietly: "Can you tell me, who are you?"

Mr. Hei's tall and thin figure stood there, his steps were a little messy, he didn't dare to say anything, and he ran quickly.

"What's the relationship between you and me?" Yao Rong stepped forward to catch up. At the intersection in the early morning, the car was a little chaotic and rushed towards her. Mr. Hei heard the sound of the car and turned around to hug her.

"Bang." The motorcycle hit Mr. Hei. He raised his foot and stepped on the ground, hugging Yao Rong tightly.

The motorcycle knocked him down and he fled the scene in fright. Yao Rong supported him and saw that his trousers were torn and his thigh skin was scratched and bleeding.

"It's okay, just a minor injury." Mr. Hei stood up, smiled at her, straightened her up, and said, "Sorry, I have official business to deal with, so I'm leaving first."

Mr. Hei dragged his injured leg forward, stopped after taking a few steps, turned around and looked at her and said, "No matter what the relationship between you and me is, you just need to remember that I will not hurt you."

He said, bowing deeply to her, turned around and got into the car.

The bodyguard drove away in the car. Mr. Hei looked at the injury on his leg, looked coldly at Yao Rong's figure in the car mirror, and said coldly: "Find the motorcycle owner."

"Yes." The bodyguard responded.

Mr. Hei leaned on the back seat and looked at Yao Rong's figure. He clenched his fists and his eyes became extremely sinister.

"Are you really my brother?" Yao Rong's voice was very soft and stuck in his throat, unable to come out.

When she heard the sound of the horn, she came back to her senses and quickly turned around and walked back.

Back in the mansion, Yao Rong called and found that Xiao Yijue answered the phone and only said: "Sleep."

"Still sleeping? Are you sick?" Yao Rong thought to himself, and asked his bodyguard to drive her to the villa halfway up the mountain, and then chased her in.

She had a big belly, had difficulty walking, and was out of breath.

"Chuchu." Yao Rong pushed the door open and saw Xiao Yiyan sitting cross-legged on the bed, holding her little face in her hands, looking at Gu Chuyan sleeping.

Yao Rong walked in and saw her ugly face. She screamed twice, but found that Gu Chuyan was not awake.

"Chuchu, what's wrong with you?" Yao Rong sat beside the bed in surprise, touched Gu Chuyan's forehead, checked her body, and found that there were no other wounds except for the skin on her arm scratched by the grass tip.

"Yes." Xiao Yijue held a glass of water and handed it to her, gesturing for her to drink.

Looking at Xiao Yijue holding up the water, Yao Rong blinked her beautiful eyes and suddenly burst into tears. She squatted down with difficulty, looked at Xiao Yijue and took the water.

"You are great." Yao Rong said, touching Xiao Yijue's head.

When Xiao Yijue was praised by her, he raised his face coolly, turned around and sat aside, holding his I PAD and watching the videos. They were all in foreign languages, and he was still enjoying them.

"Hey, hey." Xiao Yichu looked at her, got up and threw herself into Yao Rong's arms.