Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Lao Xi was hung in the air. Although someone put something under his feet afterwards, his face was ferocious and his throat was bitten off, which was a bit bloody and terrifying.

"Wait for me." Xiao Mohan said to her. He stepped forward and inspected it carefully.

After checking, Xiao Mohan untied the rope, put Lao Xi down, put on gloves, peeled off Lao Xi's clothes, and turned over his back.

"This back looks like a layer of skin has been cut off." Gu Chuyan looked at it. Although she felt cruel, she still stayed with Xiao Mohan.

There was obviously an old wound on Lao Xi's back, but the area was relatively large. Even if it healed, there would still be scars there.

"Why is this place where the skin was cut off... could it be from our Xiao family?" Xiao Ran was also surprised. The place behind him was where the Xiao family had their tattoos.

There is something special about this kind of tattoo that cannot be imitated outside.

Xiao Mohan squatted down, his deep black eyes fell on Lao Xi's hand. He held Lao Xi's wrist and looked at it, then stood up and took off his gloves.

He raised his feet and walked aside. Seeing this, Xiao Ran quickly followed.

"Master." Xiao Ran stepped forward. Xiao Mohan lowered his head and stretched out his hand to make a few gestures. Xiao Ran nodded after listening.

The bodyguard on the side handed over a handkerchief. Xiao Mohan took it and wiped his hands. He walked towards Gu Chuyan and saw her standing aside, not knowing what she was looking at.

"Mo Han, has Uncle Xi had plastic surgery?" Gu Chuyan asked softly.

Xiao Mohan stretched out his arm, put his arm around her shoulders, brought her into his arms, and said in a deep voice, "We'll talk about it when we get back."

He forcibly took Gu Chuyan away, went to the luxury apartment to get those photos, and the two returned to the villa.

She went to take a shower, wiped her hair and stood there, staring at the lamp.

"Mo Han." She turned and ran outside, pushed open the door of the study room, and saw Xiao Mohan sitting on the sofa, staring at the photo with his dark eyes, as if thinking about something.

She quickly walked in, sat next to him and said, "Mo Han, what I saw today was probably not Yao Shengming, but someone who deliberately led me there."

"Yeah." Xiao Mohan responded. When he went to the men's room, he saw the partition on the ceiling and found some clues.

In the afternoon, I asked Ange.

In the luxurious bedroom, the bright red curtains fluttered in the wind, and the evil face was revealed through the curtains. Wenshui was lying on his side on the bed, and was suddenly startled.

"No." Wenshui suddenly sat up, covered in cold sweat.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover his body, but he saw that even though it was through his pants, there was something there, as if he was full, he stood up and pressed against it.

Wenshui stared at it for a few seconds, stretched out his hand to pat it, and said, "Who asked you to lift it up? Did I give you permission to get it up?"

He fell heavily on the bed and looked at the ceiling. He had just had a nightmare. He was pressed by the mysterious woman, who spread his legs and forced herself on him.

"Ring." The phone rang. Wenshui turned over lazily, holding the phone and looking at the screen.

"Tell me." Wenshui stood up and drank a glass of water, then put the phone aside and listened quietly to the bodyguard's report. He frowned and said, "You said from the day before yesterday to last night, Gu Miaoting kept looking for the veterinarian and never left the bedroom?"

"Master, yes." The bodyguard responded.

"Okay, I understand." Wenshui said and hung up the phone.

Wenshui held the phone in his hand, looked out the window with peach-blossom eyes in confusion, and said in a deep voice, "Who was it last night?"

The other party had taken the aphrodisiac and came to him to inquire about An Ge. He was obviously very familiar with the terrain. He knew that the other party was going straight to the bedroom with a very clear purpose.

"What are you thinking about?" Han Changqing's deep voice sounded in his ears.