Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Xiao Mohan had a profound meaning. He stood there looking down and asked in a deep voice: "Alone?"

"Yeah." Xiao Yijue responded.

Xiao Mohan's deep black eyes turned to the exposed little feet at the other end of the quilt. He walked over calmly and looked at Mo Qingcheng's little face as he secretly lifted up half of the quilt.

"Go to rest early." Xiao Mohan said.

"Yeah." Xiao Yijue nodded, very well-behaved.

Xiao Mohan didn't reveal it, so he strode away. The moment he closed the door, he turned around and opened the door, just in time to see Mo Qingcheng get out of the quilt.

"..." Xiao Yijue was stunned and watched Xiao Mohan close the door.

Mo Qingcheng lowered her head, looked at herself, then at the door, and asked, "Are you blind?"

"..." Xiao Yijue was silent.

If she wasn't blind, then...could she be invisible? Like on TV?

"Qingcheng." Shen Chengjing's voice sounded, and her body trembled a few times. She silently looked at Xiao Yijue with her little face in her hands and said, "Are you leaving tomorrow?"

"I'm not leaving," Xiao Yijue said.

Whether he leaves or not depends entirely on Xiao Mohan's plan.

"Then pull Gou Gou." Mo Qingcheng said, pulling Gou Gou with him, and then quietly walked out barefoot.

As soon as I slipped out and stood in the corridor, I saw Shen Chengjing coming over and asked, "Where are your clothes?"

"Mom, I love you." Mo Qingcheng's cheeks were bulging. She hugged Shen Chengjing and kissed her fiercely, fearing that she would find out whose clothes belonged to her.

She felt that this dress could definitely make her invisible, and Xiao Yijue was indeed the best! When you wear this dress, no one you want to see will be able to see you.

Look, Xiao Mohan didn't see her just now, but now Shen Chengjing can see her.

Well, that makes sense, that must be the case.

Xiao Mohan went back to his room and took a shower. He tied a bath towel around his waist and wrapped himself up. He strode out, took out his new mobile phone, set up the IP address, and made a call.

"It's me." Xiao Mohan said in a deep voice.

On the other end of the phone, there was silence for a long time, and Xiao Mohan called in a low voice: "Chuchu, it's me."

"Bah." Gu Chuyan hung up the phone without saying a word.

Xiao Mohan looked at the phone she hung up on, and he laughed dumbly. It was a rare moment for her to lose her temper, so he swayed the glass of red wine and drank it all in one gulp.

He continued to call, but every time he called, he was disconnected.

When he dialed for the 30th time, the other party answered but remained silent. Xiao Mohan said patiently: "Chuchu, it's me, we're fine."

"Something happened and the plan changed temporarily." Xiao Mohan said in a deep voice.

Gu Chuyan listened. She stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, listening to the magnetic voice on the other end of the phone, turning her face away and saying nothing.

"I know that no matter how the plan changes, Madam will do a good job." Xiao Mohan said in a low voice.

So he changed his route instead of going to the Black Mansion. He believed that when Gu Chuyan found out that his car had fallen off the cliff, she would know what he wanted to do and she would do it better.

"You just disappear without saying a word, right?" Gu Chuyan said in a low voice.

Xiao Mohan smiled solemnly and said, "Madam, I'm sorry, I won't do this again."

"Who is so powerful that Xiao Ran didn't notice it?" Gu Chuyan asked softly.

Xiao Ran was very skilled. If there was an enemy approaching, he would notice it immediately, but this time, he didn't.

"The opponent is very powerful. He is used to Xiao Ran's fighting style, and... seems to be deliberately avoiding Xiao Ran." Xiao Mohan said in a deep voice.

Gu Chuyan listened, she squinted her almond-shaped eyes, and there was a bit of chill in her eyes, and said, "So you guess, they should be the last batch of killers left by your uncle?"

"Not sure for the moment, but they know Xiao Ran's identity and will not harm him." Xiao Mohan said.

Gu Chuyan leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, feeling that she was going to have insomnia tonight.