Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Her lips were close to his ear and she said in a deep voice: "I have been guarding my body for twenty-eight years, but it has been broken by someone. You still don't know who the other party is?"

Wenshui sat there, his chin lifted by Han Changqing, and their bodies were close to each other.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk! Wenshui, you really can only be fucked by her." Han Changqing said teasingly, Wenshui's face instantly turned red.

He stretched out his hand, picked up Han Changqing, threw him to the side, and said, "Don't talk nonsense to me, this young man... this young master."

"I need to go to the bathroom." Wenshui said, his mouth was dry, he didn't know what to say, he was so embarrassed that he wanted to burst out, turned around and got into the bathroom to hide.

"Pa" Wenshui leaned there, smoking a dull cigarette, looking at the raindrops outside the window, and said in a deep voice: "It was all my guess just now, and there is no direct evidence to prove that Feng Tianjing is from the Phoenix Family."

"Yes, I must have guessed wrong. How could it be such a coincidence?" Wenshui said in a deep voice.

He took a puff of cigarette, washed his face, and looked at himself in the mirror.

The daughter of the Phoenix family came to S city, but no one had ever seen her before. It was Feng Tianjing who was always dazzling in front of him!

"Damn it, it must not be." Wenshui whispered, took a deep breath, turned around and walked out.

At this moment, the study room was still very quiet.

"But his face, body, blood, and voice are completely different." Zhuo Shu listened and reached out to take a sip of coffee, obviously confused.

"Han, since they are completely inconsistent from cells to body." Zhuo Shu was obviously stumped.

Xiao Mohan was silent, sitting there, his silent black eyes narrowed, and he slowly stood up.

He took off his jacket, threw it towards the sofa, walked forward handsomely, held a black pen around the screen, drew and said: "It's actually very simple, awareness!"

"Every person's brain has a unique consciousness. If his consciousness is transferred, it will replace another person!" Xiao Mohan said.

Xiao Mohan turned around, threw the black pen aside coolly, and said: "Once the consciousness is replaced, the owner of the body will die, so this person's consciousness will replace the owner of the body and continue to live."

"Fuck! For this reason, Gu Yan, the owner of this body, was once a flower-picking thief. For this reason, his consciousness entered the body of this flower-picking thief, and he was gradually infected by the body's lustful behavior. For this reason... he also became a lustful person." Wenshui came out and asked after Xiao Mohan's words.

"Yeah." Xiao Mohan responded.

At this time, the fax machine rang. Han Changqing stood up and walked forward, took the fax information and handed it to Xiao Mohan.

"Last night I asked Ah Qing to find people whose bodies and minds match. These people are interested in trying. This is the result." Xiao Mohan said in a deep voice and threw the information to Zhuo Shu.

Zhuo Shu approached the information, flipped through it a few times, and was shocked.

"In other words, thirty years ago, when technology was not yet developed, consciousness transfer was created to replace the function, and it was successful?" Zhuo Shuo's voice was trembling, obviously he couldn't believe this was true.

For this reason, Wenshui felt that Gu Yan was familiar because everyone has inertia in their actions.

"The man injured Xiao Jiajun last night and disappeared in S City. There is no news yet. I'm afraid he hid in our territory. Otherwise, he would not be found." Han Changqing said in a low voice.

I just received the message and I still haven’t found the person.

With Xiao Mohan's power, how could he not find that person?

"Ah Qing." Xiao Mohan turned around, lowered his head and said in a deep voice to Han Changqing. Han Changqing couldn't help clenching his hands as he listened, and said respectfully to him: "Master, Ah Qing will go right now."

Han Changqing turned around, drank the coffee in one gulp, and walked out with an umbrella, resolutely.