Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Seeing Han Changqing's seriousness, Wenshui rolled his eyes and raised his hands in surrender: "Okay, I won't tease you anymore!"

Outside Mr. Hei's villa, a luxurious Harley rushed towards him.

"Who?" A bodyguard rushed forward, blocking the way, and was swept up by Wenshui. He was kicked by Wenshui and fell to the side. Han Changqing's car rushed to the door, flew up, and turned a beautiful arc. Safely stop.

"Cool." Wenshui said, turned around and got off the car.

The bodyguards stood not far away, holding weapons in their hands, watching the two.

"Is Mr. Hei dead?" Wenshui leaned forward and asked.

At this time, the secretary ran out sweating and looked at them, although he was puzzled, he still welcomed them in.

Wenshui and Han Changqing walked into the bedroom and smelled a strange smell.

"Where's Xiao Mohan?" At this moment, Mr. Hei felt that life would be worse than death, seeing them blurt out.

When Han Changqing heard the word "Xiao Mohan", he strode forward, stretched out his hand and clasped his body hard, pressed heavily, and said in a cold voice, "You can also call me the name of the master?"

"Hiss." Mr. Hei was lying on the bed with needles stuck all over his back. He pressed hard and the needles pierced deeper. He rolled his eyes in pain and was about to faint.

Han Changqing lifted him vigorously and fell down heavily.

"I..." Mr. Hei couldn't speak because of the pain.

"Han Changqing, don't be too violent as a man! You have to learn from Xiao Mohan and be gentle." Wen Shui said loudly, and he turned his head to look at the secretary: "If you don't want to die, get out."

The secretary's expression changed after being yelled at by him. Looking at Mr. Hei's eyes, he backed out.

"Who the hell is being so unreasonable to Mr. Hei?" the secretary whispered.

In the bedroom, Han Changqing let go of him.

Wen Shuishang stepped forward, stretched out his hand to lift the quilt, and said casually, "Ah Qing."

"Huh?" Hearing his voice, Han Changqing turned around and walked over.

Wenshui clasped his arm, dragged him forward, and said in a low voice, "This...maybe it's not the old demon of Montenegro."

Hearing the words "Black Mountain Old Demon", Mr. Hei almost fainted. Although his surname is Hei, he. . .

(PS: Mr. Hei is holding back his true strength! He is afraid of being known, so he is also a terrible opponent.)

"Fake?" Han Changqing asked.

Seeing this, Wen Shui stretched out his hand to pull him aside, and said in a "whispered voice", "Is there any eunuch in the Hei family?"

Han Changqing listened, stroked his chin, and said in silence for a few seconds, "No."

"That's right." Wenshui said, he put his arm around Han Changqing's shoulders, and looked carefully at Mr. Hei: "It must be plastic surgery, or disguised."

Han Changqing listened, his face darkened.

"Are you sure?" Han Changqing asked.

Asking the water monster's face, it was full of confidence: "Believe it or not, just take a look!"

He said, pointing under Mr. Hei and said, "Are you talking about you?"

Mr. Hei was in so much pain that he couldn't speak.

Hearing them discussing whether he was a eunuch or not, he wanted to jump up and kill them all.

"Come on, let's read the book." Wenshui said.

He stepped forward and stretched out his hand, suddenly froze, and said to Han Changqing: "Young master's hand is so beautiful! You should do it."

Han Changqing stepped forward, clasped Mr. Hei's chin forcefully, and twisted it hard.

With a "click", Mr. Hei's jaw dislocated, and saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth.

His lips moved, trying to speak, but he couldn't speak.

Han Changqing bowed his head, pressed hard, and his chin was put back. He pinched Mr. Hei's face hard, clasped it hard, grabbed a layer of skin, and pulled it up.

"Hiss." Mr. Hei was in pain