Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

In the bedroom, Gu Chuyan coaxed Xiao Yichu and Xiao Yiyan to sleep. Xiao Mohan took the documents and said to her, "I'm going out."

"Yes." Gu Chuyan responded. When she looked at his figure, for some reason, she suddenly called him and said, "Mo Han."

Xiao Mohan stopped, looked back at her, and asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, I just wanted to call you." Gu Chuyan said, always feeling something strange in her heart, especially as time passed so quickly. She felt powerless and wanted to grab something, but found that there was nothing.

"Wait until I come back." Xiao Mohan said, and he walked out.

About to go downstairs, he thought of something, so he turned around and went back to the study, opened the secret compartment, took out a box, saw the contents inside with his dark eyes, and said, "What on earth is this?"

This box was given to Gu Chuyan by Gu Chengdong, saying it was a relic left by her mother.

Xiao Mohan looked at the medicine in this box. He put it to the tip of his nose and sniffed it. He closed it and put it back. When he turned around to hold the document, he felt a tight pain in his chest and his body was shaking.

"Pfft." Xiao Mohan couldn't support his body, his chest boiled, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, dyeing the document red.

The carpet, table, and sofa were stained with bright red blood, like snow beads, gently sliding down, dripping on the carpet, and being absorbed.

"What's going on?" Xiao Mohan pursed his lips and propped himself up. The pain in his chest became more and more intense, and he walked towards the bathroom.

There had been a period of time when his illness relapsed frequently, but the pain was different from this time. This pain came from the bottom of his heart, tightening his internal organs and blood vessels, as if they were on the verge of breaking out.

"Hiss." Xiao Mohan walked towards the bathroom and washed his face.

He looked at his ten fingers. Although the slender fingers were the same, the nails were a little pale and gradually turned black. He thought he had seen it wrong. Unexpectedly, when he raised his hand to look, he found that the nails were black. .

"Cold." Wenshui came out of Zhuoshuo's room, opened the door and entered the study.

He walked to the bar and picked up a bottle of red wine to drink, but he sensitively smelled the smell of blood in the study. He asked for water and put down the red wine. When he heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom, he rushed in quickly.

"Han, what's going on?" Wenshui rushed in and saw Xiao Mohan standing in front of the sink.

When Wenshui stepped forward, Xiao Mohan remained silent, stretched out his hand to take out a tissue, wiped his hands, and said in a deep voice: "It's okay."

Although Xiao Mohan said he was fine, his expression could not hide it from him. Wenshui stretched out his hand and held his wrist forcefully. When he saw that Xiao Mohan's fingertips were slightly black, he said in disbelief: "Master, take a look. "

Wenshui grabbed Xiao Mohan's wrist and after checking it, his expression changed.

"How long do I have?" Xiao Mohan asked in a deep voice, obviously knowing that there was some difficulty. After all, Wenshui's expression said everything.

Wenshui said nothing, just held his hand tightly and said in a deep voice, "Didn't you tell your sister-in-law?"

"No need to mention it, I told her to worry about it. You just need to tell me, how long do I have?" Xiao Mohan asked in a deep voice, preparing for the worst.

He has arranged everything, and even...he also knows that Feng Jin and Xiao Chen are trying to find a solution, but some things seem to be beyond human control.

"Grandpa Xiao, and your father, since they can survive and survive past the age of 30, it proves that those poisons are not really fatal." Wenshui said in a low voice.

Xiao Mohan listened and remained silent. He got up and walked out.