Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Gu Chuyan didn't expect that Xiao Mohan was afraid of her insomnia and deliberately scared her.

Seeing her lying on the bed with her eyes closed nervously, Xiao Mohan had succeeded. He took a shower in the bathroom and made a call while letting the sound of running water cover up the sound.

"Cold." Wenshui's voice came from the other end of the phone.

A red sports car crossed the highway and took a detour towards City C.

Wenshui leaned on the driver's seat, holding the steering wheel with his right hand, answering the phone with one hand, and said in a deep voice: "I went back to Xiao's house. Your father's situation is not very optimistic."

"Yeah." Xiao Mohan responded.

Wenshui pursed her lips, narrowed her peach blossom eyes, and looked at Lu Zhongying.

"Damn it." Wenshui said in a deep voice. There were high mountains on both sides of the highway, and rocks fell on them, almost damaging his car.

Fortunately, the driver was very skilled and quickly turned the steering wheel and the car crashed to the side.

"Squeak." Wenshui braked hard, and a stone fell from the sky with a "bang" and hit the front of Wenshui's car. Instantly, the whole car started to smoke.

Wenshui's beautiful peach blossom eyes burst with anger. He held the phone and unbuckled his seat belt with one hand.

"What happened?" Xiao Mohan asked in a deep voice.

You could still hear the movement through the phone. Xiao Mohan supported the wall with one hand, pulled the towel around his waist, and strode outside.

"Han, please contact me again, I have something to deal with." Wenshui said handsomely.

Xiao Mohan looked at the hung up phone, thoughtfully. Before the water droplets were wiped dry, they dripped down his strong body. He said in a deep voice: "Ah Qing."

Not far away, a figure ran over.

"Sir." Han Changqing stepped forward quickly. He had obviously just woken up and came out for a walk.

Xiao Mohan handed him the phone and said in a deep voice, "Wenshui is on the way, something happened."

"I'll go take a look." Han Changqing said, took Xiao Mohan's phone and looked down.

Noticing that his fingertips had accidentally crossed it, a photo of Gu Chuyan popped up on Xiao Mohan's phone. She was wearing a nightgown, leaning in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, wiping her hair, and her long legs were so beautiful.

"Master." When Han Changqing saw this, he threw it towards Xiao Mohan as if he had a hot potato, strode out, and said, "I will contact him myself."

Xiao Mohan took the phone and looked down at Han Changqing's fleeing figure.

"Ahem." Xiao Mohan saw the photo and turned around furtively. Seeing that Gu Chuyan was no longer around, he silently turned off the photo.

That day when he was looking at documents, he saw Gu Chuyan wiping her hair after taking a shower, so he took a photo.

Well, this secret seemed to have been seen by Han Changqing, and Han Changqing was afraid of being killed by him, so he ran away quickly and disappeared without a trace.

"Ouch!" The little fox stared at his phone, thoughtfully.

"Get lost." Xiao Mohan said. The little fox was yelled at by him and lay down on the ground pretending to be dead. He even looked at Xiao Mohan arrogantly and rubbed his head with his paws, feeling bored.

Xiao Mohan strode towards the bedroom, looking at the shadow on the ground as if he was thinking of something.

He went back to his room, put on his clothes, and strode outside. His figure disappeared into the night. Gu Chuyan did not see him until dawn.

It's night, inside the house.

Gu Chengdong was in a irritable mood, holding the wind oil essence that Gu Chuyan handed him, standing under the tree and smoking a sullen cigarette.

"Damn it." He threw away the cigarette angrily and combed his hair vigorously with his fingers.

Looking forward with deep black eyes, the window in the room was not closed. He saw the figure huddled up and hiding on the bed. Gu Chengdong's thin mouth was pursed...