Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Most people don't dare to gamble on this kind of thing.

People who don't even want their lives are not ordinary cruel.

"Han." Zhuo Qi took a sip of coffee, looked at Xiao Mohan, and found that he was silent, as if he was thinking about something.

Wen Shui shook his head at Zhuo Qi, signaling him not to interrupt Xiao Mohan.

"Is there no way now?" Gu Chuyan stood outside the door and asked softly after hearing their conversation.

Xiao Mohan raised his eyes and saw Gu Chuyan. He suddenly stood up and rushed forward, holding her hand, picked up Gu Chuyan horizontally, and strode out.

"Let's go to rest." Xiao Mohan said in a deep voice.

Wen Shui and Zhuo Qi looked at each other, and they stood up tacitly. When they saw Yao Rong, Wen Shui stepped back tactfully and left quietly, leaving Zhuo Qi and Yao Rong alone.

"Why did she come back suddenly?" Yao Rong looked at Zhuo Qi worriedly, fell on the sofa, looked up at the ceiling and said: "I really don't want her to worry about me anymore, but she seems to have discovered that I lied." "Zhuo Qi, let's go? Take the baby away first? Otherwise, after so many things happened, she will have to make time to worry about me." Yao Rong's voice was very light, but a little tired. When Gu Chuyan looked at her, although she didn't say anything, Yao Rong seemed to guess something. "Yao Rong." Zhuo Qi looked at her like this, walked to her and sat down. He stretched out his hand to hug her in his arms, held her head with his big hand, and said in a hoarse voice: "It will be fine." "You said that the baby will really..." Yao Rong's voice was very light, but she couldn't say the word "death". Especially Xiao Mohan and Gu Chuyan rushed back. Although it was for Xiao Chen, she vaguely felt that Gu Chuyan was also for her. This feeling was very strong. "No." Zhuo Qi touched her head. Although he was comforting her, he himself was a little at a loss. Birth, aging, illness and death are all common things, but it is unacceptable when it happens to oneself.

"Yeah." Yao Rong responded, and was about to get up, but she smelled the aroma of coffee.

A coffee cup was handed to her, and Gu Chuyan's voice sounded from above her head, saying; "Do you want to try it? I learned it recently in C City. It is the true teaching of Han Changqing. It tastes good."

"Chu Chu?" Yao Rong stood up excitedly when she heard her voice.

Gu Chuyan took a half step back after almost bumping into the coffee cup, and the coffee spilled and sprinkled on her fingertips.

"How is it? Did you get burned?" Yao Rong strode forward, Gu Chuyan put down the coffee cup, stretched out her hand to pinch her chin, and said teasingly: "Woman, what are you hiding from me?"

"No way?" Yao Rong said guiltily.

Gu Chuyan's aggression increased sharply. She pushed Yao Rong to the sofa, pressed her tall body forward, put her pink lips against her ear, and said ambiguously: "You still say no? I heard everything just now." Zhuo Qi stood there, watching Gu Chuyan teasing Yao Rong. He touched the tip of his nose, glanced around unnaturally, and said in a deep voice: "Sister-in-law, then I'll go out for a while?" But Gu Chuyan and Yao Rong looked at each other and ignored him at all. "Cough." Zhuo Qi coughed awkwardly twice and walked out. No one paid attention to him, as if he was redundant here. Zhuo Qi walked out, pulling his collar, and blowing the cold wind outside. "What are you doing?" Wen Shui's hearty voice sounded, scaring Zhuo Qi's cigarette off his fingertips. The cigarette butt fell to the ground and ignited the hay. He quickly raised his foot to extinguish it. "What did you do? Let me guess." Wen Shui was full of gossip and said. Zhuo Qi pushed him away.