Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

"You!" Wen Lao listened and almost rushed forward and knocked him out.

"Lao Wen." Mr. Zhuo stood there. Although he said nothing, he could see Zhuo Shu's demeanor.

When Mr. Zhuo called him, Mr. Wen turned his head and saw him shaking his head and said, "Get out."

"This...Old Zhuo, something will happen to him like this." Wen Lao said, but when he saw Mr. Zhuo turning around and walking out, he could only throw away his hands and chase him out.

Mr. Zhuo turned around and looked at Zhuo Shu.

"He has a deep love for Yao Rong. If he is stopped, he will die faster. Today's young people... let him go." Mr. Zhuo shook his head.

Wen Lao moved his lips and wanted to follow, but he saw the butler appearing sneakily.

He stepped forward quickly, turned around deliberately, turned his back to the housekeeper, and asked, "If you fart, hurry up."

"Master, the young master has been sneaking out in the middle of the night recently. Do you think it was because of the shadow that night that he went out and became insane?" The butler said in a panic, his shoulders trembling.

Wen Lao listened, lowered his head and said mysteriously: "Make him another soup. If you walk a lot at night, you can give him some food."

"This... OK, OK." The housekeeper listened with a grimace, fearing that he would be beaten.

The previous drugging incident had disabled him.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, Xiao Mohan and Wenshui stood there, watching Zhuo Shu holding Yao Rong, both of them silent.

"This young master said that he can't keep his temper." Wenshui said, expecting Zhuo Shu to run to find Yao Rong.

Xiao Mohan turned around silently, took his mobile phone, made a call, and asked: "How is the condition of the medicine? Have you found it?"

Wenshui looked at his figure, stood there for a long time, and then left.

Sitting in the sports car, Wenshui leaned back and felt dizzy... .

Wenshui covered her chest, feeling dizzy.

He drove his sports car, took a quick detour, and went straight to Wen'an Ge.

"Zhi" Wenshui braked suddenly, opened the car door, and strode into the house. He lay on the edge of the toilet and kept retching, but nothing came out.

The housekeeper heard the sound and ran over and saw him like this.

"What do you want from me?" Wenshui stood up, washed his hands, and wiped his lips.

The butler's eyes flickered, not daring to look directly at him.

"Is something wrong? Tell me." Wenshui looked at the butler like this, staring at him with sharp black eyes. He rushed forward and forced the butler with his back against the door panel.

The housekeeper didn't dare to breathe, and avoided Wenshui's sharp eyes.

"Master, you...have been retching, have a poor appetite, and you like hot and sour food. Are you pregnant?" The housekeeper blurted out in desperation.

When Wenshui was questioned by the butler, he was stunned for a few seconds and then punched him.

"I made you pregnant." Wenshui said, he raised his foot and kicked the housekeeper in the butt. He covered his buttocks and ran out quickly, looking back at Wenshui moodily.

He couldn't help but shake his head, waved his fan a few times, and said, "It's not normal! It's very abnormal."

Thinking about Wenshui's recent behavior, the housekeeper became more and more worried. After all, he grew up watching Wenshui.

Wen Shui took a bath and lay down for a while. When he woke up, it was already dusk. The butler brought him ginseng soup for him to drink. When night fell, he got up and changed into black clothes.

"Squeak." Wenshui drove to Feng Tianjing's residence and looked at the messy place.

"Feng Tianjing." Wenshui walked in with long legs, her magnetic voice echoing in the air.

Wenshui strode in, leaned against a tree, took out a cigarette and lit it. He vaguely smelled a strong aroma. He took a sniff and said, "This smell... is wrong."

Unfortunately, by the time Wenshui reacted, it was already too late.

PS: Recommend the author's old article: "Billions of Honey Weddings: The Mysterious Young Master Mo's Sweet Wife" Welcome to the pit, and finish this article sweetly.