Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Gu Chengdong hung up the phone, reached out to pick up Xiao Yichu, and walked to the front of the store. A cold weapon was pointed at his forehead and he said to him: "Hand over the child."

He looked up and saw ten men in black standing with weapons outside the cake shop. It was obvious that as long as he refused, they would kill him immediately.

"Wow." Xiao Yichu looked at the weapon pointed at Gu Chengdong's forehead. She cried instantly, frightening the killer.

Her chubby little hand was raised and poked at the mouth of the weapon, and tears rolled down her face, which was pitiful.

"Huh." Xiao Yichu was curious and stared at the weapon.

Pointing at the mouth of the weapon, his beautiful eyes blinked, looking at the killer in confusion.

"Hand her over." The killer said sternly, reaching out to grab Xiao Yichu, holding the board and hitting Gu Chengdong, but the weapon seemed to have misfired.

"Bang" He wanted to kill Gu Chengdong, but the bullet seemed to go in the wrong direction.

The bullet hit him. When everyone was stunned, the bullet hit his forehead and blood burst out. Gu Chengdong reached out and grabbed Xiao Yichu, holding the weapon in his back hand.

"Bang bang bang" and several weapons connected to kill the stunned killer.

He turned around with her in his arms and ran towards the back alley. Xiao Yichu covered his mouth, stretched out his pink tongue, and licked the cake beside his mouth.

"Damn it." Gu Chengdong turned around and walked out, finding that there was no way out in the alley.

Gu Chengdong hugged Xiao Yichu tightly, looked at her innocent little face, took off his coat and wrapped it around her.

"Xiao Liu, hush, don't talk! Uncle is playing a game with you." Gu Chengdong put her down, covered her small body with his coat, and whispered to him: "When uncle counts to three, you just squat down, okay?" "

"Yeah." Xiao Yichu was so excited that he clenched his little hands into fists as he listened.

Gu Chengdong pushed her away. He held the weapon and turned around. Before he could raise the weapon, he felt the cold weapon being pointed at the back of his head.

The man said in a deep voice: "When will it be your turn to take care of the Xiao family's affairs? Since you want to take care of it so much, then go to hell."

"Who are you?" Gu Chengdong stood there, looking down at the floor.

The figure was reflected on the floor, but it was completely armed, so that he couldn't see his face, but this man was obviously very skilled.

When his words fell, there was a "bang", Gu Chengdong groaned, and blood burst out in the air like a coquettish rose. When Xiao Yichu saw this, he backed away in fright, fell to the ground with a "wow", and cried in fear.

Blood splashed in the air, and Gu Chengdong was covered in red. He turned around, raised his foot, kicked the man away, and turned around to hold Xiao Yichu in his arms.

"Xiao Liu, don't look." Gu Chengdong reached out and covered her eyes.

Xiao Yichu blinked his beautiful eyes and saw a piece of red cloth thrown towards him, covering it in the air, and then put it away instantly.

"Wow." Xiao Yichu looked at the red cloth, which was as bright as blood. When he shook it off, he saw that the man who was shot to death had been dragged away and cleaned up.

The fiery red rose petals kept falling in the air and fell on her white hands.

"Xiao Liu." A magnetic and hoarse voice came from behind.

Gu Chengdong looked at this scene and was slightly surprised. When he heard the voice, he turned around with her in his arms and saw Xiao Nan standing there, extending his hand to indicate that he wanted to hug her.

"JJ." When Xiao Yichu saw this, he hugged Gu Chengdong tightly, obviously a little reluctant to let go.

He stretched out his hand to pinch the tip of her small nose, touched her forehead, and whispered: "Uncle, there is still something to take care of. Xiaoliu and Grandpa are going back?"

"Uncle, after he's done with his work, he must go see Xiaoliu and get the cake." Gu Chengdong said in a deep voice.

Seeing the child being well-behaved and sensible, he felt inexplicably sad.