Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Wen Lao moved his body and said in a hoarse voice: "Zhuo Shu, what's the matter with you? I am your elder after all, so I am unreasonable."

He said, still holding his chest with his hands, fearing that Zhuo Shu would mess up.

"I'm old, you're a bastard." Wen Lao said in a low voice, obviously quite confident in his own charm, but he didn't expect that these young people could still like him.

Zhuo Shu grabbed Wen Lao's wrist, held it down, and said, "Wen Lao, please see what's wrong with her."

Wen Lao was shocked and touched something cold with his hand. He quickly retracted his hand. Seeing Yao Rong's face as pale as ice, he jumped up and asked, "What's going on?"

Although Wen Lao said this, he bent down and held Yao Rong's wrist and said, "You don't even have a pulse?"

"It's strange, the pulse has stopped, but the heartbeat remains the same, and there is no breath." Wen Lao reached out and touched her face, rolled his eyelids, and murmured in a low voice.

He pulled down the quilt for Yao Rong, turned around and motioned for them to come out.

After asking about the situation, Mr. Wen's face suddenly turned extremely ugly, and he whispered: "This situation is similar to this disease, just like that of the Xiao family."

"What do you mean, Xiao Chen?" Mr. Zhuo was shocked as he listened.

Xiao Mohan's father was cut into pieces by five horses, but his body was forcibly preserved and frozen in a thousand-year ice warehouse. He was completely immortal.

"Let me think about it." Wen Lao turned around, took a sip of his cup of tea, and walked out, walking back and forth.

Zhuo Shuo trembled, took half a step back, fell down on the chair, stood up suddenly, walked toward the bedroom, and looked down at Yao Rong.

"You are too tired. If you have a good sleep, you will definitely wake up." Zhuo Shu whispered to her, reaching out to hug her. No matter how cold her body was, he would not let go.

The icy chill came from her body, making Zhuo Shu tremble all over.

"Bang" Zhuo Shu's tall body suddenly fell off the bed and fell to the ground.

Wen Lao and Zhuo Lao rushed in. Seeing this scene, they quickly helped Zhuo Shuo up, but saw that Zhuo Shuo's palm was a little black from the ice. Wen Lao took a silver needle, poked his palm, and sniffed carefully Sniff.

"Lao asked, what's going on? What happened to this child?" Mr. Zhuo was already worried. Although the Zhuo family was powerful, only Zhuo Shu's bloodline was left.

Wen Lao shook his head and walked out without saying anything.

He walked aside, suddenly stopped, opened the crib, looked at the sleeping child, picked him up, looked at it, and said, "This child's pulse and breathing are all normal."

"Since it's normal, it proves that there is nothing wrong with the medicine used in the water." Wen Lao said. Seeing that the child was sleeping deeply, he put the child on the small bed.

This child was raised with water and medicine, and is now normal. But why did Yao Rong suddenly become like this?

"Bang." There was a noise outside and heavy footsteps were heard. Wenshui's figure rushed in and asked loudly: "The phone is out of battery. Who is looking for me?"

Hearing what he said, Mr. Zhuo ran out, dragged him in, and said, "Wenshui, why don't you help me see what's going on?"

"Uh, this..." Wenshui looked at Yao Rong and Zhuo Shu lying on the bed. He looked at the two old men in confusion and said jokingly: "The couple is sleeping, what are you old men doing?"

"Pa." Wen Lao listened, slapped Wenshui on the shoulder, and said coldly: "Be serious, something happened."

Wenshui was slapped on the shoulder by him. He rubbed it and strode forward. He saw that Yao Rong's face looked a little strange. He bent down to take a closer look and said, "It's strange."