Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

"It seems that this is the real strength of men." Wenshui said.

Zhuo Shu reached out and touched his forehead, looked at him, then looked at Xiao Mohan, and asked: "Han, how long have I been sleeping? Where is Yao Rong? How is she?"

After lying there for a whole week, Zhuo Shu's voice became hoarse.

"Drink." Xiao Mohan reached out and handed a glass of water to him. Zhuo Shu took the glass, drank all the water, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and threw himself on the ground.

"Are you looking for death? You're doing this before the poison in your body is cleansed?" Wenshui stepped forward, lifted him up and pinned him down on the bed.

Zhuo Shu struggled to get up, but Xiao Mohan turned around and said in a deep voice: "Once something happens to you, Yao Rong will be completely hopeless."

One sentence made Zhuo Shu calm down, and he took a deep breath.

"How is she doing now?" Zhuo Shu reached out and grabbed his leg, forcing himself to calm down.

Xiao Mohan pulled up a chair and sat down, handed him a document, and said in a deep voice: "You take a look at this first."

Zhuo Shu took the document, looked through it and his expression changed. He looked at Xiao Mohan, his lips moved, but no sound came out.

"Han." Zhuo Shu called him in a deep voice.

Xiao Mohan stretched out his hand, patted his shoulder and said, "Leave it to me."

Wenshui saw that Zhuo Shu was not in a good mood. He put the documents away and looked at Zhuo Shu indifferently: "Yao Rong has given birth to the child and is not yet one month old. Her situation is different from yours, so we are separated."

"She's not here. I'll make arrangements for you to see her." Wenshui said, lifting Zhuo Shu up and lying on the bed. When he saw Zhuo Shu moving around, he forcibly pressed Zhuo Shu's shoulders.

Wenshui stared into Zhuo Shu's eyes, looked at him and said, "Don't mess around, take a rest."

"Yeah." Zhuo Shu responded. Watching Wenshui leave, he lifted the quilt and wanted to walk out, but after thinking about it, he turned around and climbed out of the French window and climbed to the backyard.

Zhuo Shu leaned against the wall and heard footsteps disappearing. He walked along the wall and looked at the situation in each bedroom, and finally...

"Pfft" Zhuo Shu felt his chest surge, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. He turned over while holding his chest, pushed open the window with all his strength, and climbed in.

With his feet tangled in the curtain, Zhuo Shu fell heavily to the ground.

"Yao Rong." Zhuo Shu climbed up and felt a chill as he approached the bed.

An icy chill seemed to burst out of her body. Zhuo Zhuo staggered and walked forward, where she saw Yao Rong lying on the bed with a pale face.

Zhuo Shu rushed forward, reached out to touch her hand, and held it hard.

"Rong Rong, I'm Zhuo Shu, what's wrong with you?" Zhuo Shu looked at her, hugged her, and pressed his masculine face against her body.

Trying to use the burning body temperature of her body to dispel the coldness in her body.

"Yao Rong, Yao Rong." Zhuo Shu was so excited that his face flushed as if he had been drunk. He picked her up in his arms, lowered his head and kissed her forehead, between her brows, and on her palms.

He put his hands on her face, his voice choked, and looked at her.

"It's all my fault. If we want to have a child, we shouldn't have him. If we don't have a child, nothing will happen, right?" Zhuo Shuo whispered.

Who wants children to carry on the family line? Yao Rong became like this just because of giving birth to a child.

Hearing vague movement, the bedroom door was pushed open. Mr. Zhuo and Mr. Wen rushed in and saw Zhuo Shu sitting next to the bed, holding Yao Rong tightly.

"Zhuo Shu, stay away from her, she will be infected." Wen Lao rushed forward, trying to pull Zhuo Shu away.

Hearing Wen Lao's words, Zhuo Shu hugged her tighter, looked up at the two elders, stared at them with bloodthirsty eyes, and said in a deep voice: "If it is really contagious, I would rather she spread all the virus to me. It’s enough for me to bear this kind of sin alone.”