Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Gu Chuyan smiled, moved down and said, "Maybe I didn't fall asleep and felt dizzy. Don't ask for water. He has important things to do. I'll just lie down for a while."

Talking to Xiao Mohan last night, she knew very well that she should go and check what the poisonous insect in the nanmu under the crib was.

Compared with her discomfort, she felt that breaking the "curse" of the Xiao family was more important.

"Are you sure you're fine?" Han Changqing was a little worried.

"Yeah." Gu Chuyan responded, lying on the sofa, holding a pillow in her arms, feeling as if her head was about to explode.

Han Changqing stood up, took away the coffee cup, poured her a glass of water and placed it next to the coffee table, pulled up the floor-to-ceiling curtains, and then left the study.

He stood alone in the corridor and was silent for a long time. He vaguely heard movement. Han Changqing lowered his head and saw Xiao Yijue standing beside him wearing a pair of white underwear with his little hands behind his back.

"Fourth Master." Han Changqing squatted down, looked down at Xiao Yijue, and asked, "I happen to be free now. Do you want to go to the training room?"

"Yes." Xiao Yijue looked up at him after listening, looked at Han Changqing happily, turned around and walked out.

Han Changqing still wanted to hug him, but Xiao Yijue was faster than him. He sat on the steps, slid down, and ran to the first floor alone. He drank the water and walked out.

"..." Han Changqing looked at his figure and quickly caught up with him.

Luxurious mansion, but bustling with activity.

Zhuo Shu hurried back from outside, changed out of his soaked clothes and put on home clothes. He couldn't wait to open the bedroom door and walked to the bed.

"Rong Rong, Yao Rong." Zhuo Shu sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to touch her.

But he quickly withdrew his hand, his handsome masculine face sank slightly, and he was obviously a little dumbfounded. He picked her up and shouted: "Yao Rong, Yao Rong."

Outside, Mr. Zhuo heard his voice, and the old man rushed in quickly.

"What happened?" Mr. Zhuo rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward to ask urgently.

Seeing Zhuo Shu's face looking ugly, he stood up with Yao Rong in his arms, then put him on the bed, turned around and asked, "Grandpa, she's out of breath."

"Out of breath? Impossible. I picked her up from Wen'an Pavilion in the early morning and she was still normal." Mr. Zhuo listened and reached out to touch the tip of her nose.

In addition to being breathless, when her fingertips touched the tip of her nose, she felt a cold feeling.

"How could this happen?" Zhuo Laogang was still elated, but now he was also frightened.

He was a perfectly good person, but his whole body was cold, as if he had been dead for a long time, and his body was stiff. However, it had only been two or three hours since he picked up Yao Rong.

Zhuo Shu didn't dare to move Yao Rong. He took his mobile phone to make a call about water, but found that it was turned off.

"Damn it." Zhuo Shu punched the door. He turned around and walked out, but rushed back and said, "Grandpa, please help me take care of her while I go find some water."

Zhuo Shu said, and without waiting for Mr. Zhuo's reply, he rushed out, but bumped into someone.

"Hiss." As soon as Mr. Wen walked into the hall, Zhuo Shu rushed forward and knocked him away. The tea cups on the table were knocked to the ground.

"Ask grandpa?" Zhuo Shuo saw him and rushed forward excitedly.

Without saying a word, he picked up Wen Lao, turned around and ran towards the bedroom. The bodyguards outside were frightened and stood there in shock, saying, "Master Zhuo, what's going on?"

"Young and energetic, isn't it?" the bodyguard said subconsciously, and quickly shut up, not daring to say anything further.

Zhuo Shu hugged Wen Lao, rushed into the bedroom, and put him on the bed. Wen Lao was so frightened that he shook his head and struggled.