Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Zhou Zihao lit a cigarette, took a long drag, and continued: "Later, the Gong family invited a mage, but they couldn't send her away."

"But this evil ghost has been making trouble at home and always comes out at night! Until one day, something happened to the Phoenix Family, and the evil ghost never appeared again."

Zhou Zihao said, he flicked the ashes of his cigarette, looked at Xiao Mohan and said, "Chief, do you think there are really ghosts in this world?"

"What do you think?" Xiao Mohan listened and sneered.

Xiao Mohan opened a bottle of 1982 red wine and poured two glasses. Zhou Zihao drank it all in one gulp and asked in a low voice: "Chief, you suspected that the fake old lady was a twin."

"Are you talking about this fierce ghost?" Zhou Zihao asked anxiously.

Xiao Mohan swayed the red wine, smiled solemnly, and said, "What does a fierce ghost who stays in the palace for a long time want?"

"This..." Zhou Zihao was silent for a few seconds. He raised his head and said, "Chief, do you suspect that she learned the words and deeds of a real eldest lady in the Gong family?"

"Otherwise?" Xiao Mohan said.

While she was officially getting married, she was suddenly haunted and stayed for a long time at night, just to cover up something, make people panic, and give her more time to do other things.

"Chief, I can't stay too long, so I'll leave first," Zhou Zihao said.

He turned around and walked out, dragging his aching body to stand in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and asked with a grimace: "Chief, I lost control before and beat her three cousins."

"Now people are serving me in different ways, I...what do you think I should do?" Zhou Zihao felt that he was on the verge of collapse and quickly asked him for help.

Xiao Mohan listened and stepped forward to say something to him.

"Okay." Zhou Zihao turned around happily, his foot was empty, and he fell from the second floor. The lawn was dented, and he got up in pain.

After being humiliated so much in front of Xiao Mohan, can he still keep his title as a major of the special forces?

"Pfft." Zhou Zihao's ears were sensitive and he heard the laughter. He looked up and saw Xiao Yijue lying on the floor-to-ceiling window, seeming to have seen the whole process.

Zhou Zihao gritted his teeth, stood up despite the pain, turned around and climbed over the wall to leave.

"Go to bed early." Xiao Mohan looked at the little body lying on the floor-to-ceiling window next door. Xiao Yijue responded and closed the floor-to-ceiling window obediently.

He was lying on the bed, sleeping deeply.

In the early morning, Xiao Yijue smelled the fragrance. He opened his eyes and saw Mo Qingcheng's face expanding in front of his eyes, while shouting: "Wake up."

"You." Xiao Yijue was stared at by her, and he quickly got up.

Xiao Yijue rushed into the bathroom and took a small towel to wash his face. He found that there was makeup on his face. He looked at himself in the mirror, with a big red mouth, blush like a monkey's butt, and extremely dark eyebrows.

"..." Xiao Yijue turned around and rushed out. When he saw Mo Qingcheng trotting, he quickly washed his face.

But the cosmetics were not easy to wash off. After doing it for a long time, he still felt that they were not clean.

"Mo Qingcheng." Xiao Yijue washed his face, put on brand new clothes, and went downstairs to look for the figure, only to see Mo Shuainan standing there wondering what he was thinking.

Feeling someone coming downstairs, Mo Shuainan turned around and saw Xiao Yijue.

"You." The two of them were stunned, surprised to see each other.

Mo Shuainan stepped forward, and Xiao Yijue was silent. The two seemed to have a special understanding. They walked out and stood there in silence for a long time.

Seeing Mo Shuainan here, although she was surprised, she didn't reject it. It was best for him to stay with her, so as not to bother her sister, but... Xiaoliu had no one to protect her, and it seemed very unsafe.