Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

When Wen Shui took her pulse just now, her face didn't look good.

Then he deliberately waited for Xiao Mohan here, obviously wanting to get rid of him. Is there something wrong with his body?

"Sleep." Xiaobao leaned on her, crawled over and begged for a hug.

After feeding him something, she called Yao Rong, but found no one answered. She had no choice but to say, "Okay, you can sleep here tonight."

"Wow." Xiaobao's eyes lit up as he listened.

Thinking of Xiao Yijue's cold eyes, he shrank his neck and said, "Will he be beaten?"

"No." Gu Chuyan said, and Xiaobao rolled around on the bed with confidence, looked at her longingly, and secretly shouted: "Mom."

"Call Auntie." Gu Chuyan corrected him.

Xiaobao shook his head. He lay there with his butt raised and rolled around uneasily before saying, "Xiao Liu calls like that."

"Okay, as long as you're happy." Gu Chuyan said, a little tired.

She was lying on the bed, feeling that her eyelids were heavy, but she forced herself not to sleep, fearing that she would fall asleep again and not be able to wake up.

She had a fear of sleep.

Side room, inside the bar.

Wenshui and Xiao Mohan walked in one after another. The dim light fell on the goblet, reflecting the various colors.

"How is it?" Xiao Mohan walked in and asked.

Asking for water, he kept silent, reached for the wine, poured a glass into his mouth, leaned against the bar, and said, "Sister-in-law, there is no pulse."

"What?" Xiao Mohan listened and looked at Wenshui in disbelief.

The face of the monster asking for water was full of worry, and he said: "Maybe she just woke up and her body is too weak. I misjudged it."

"Han. Han, where are you going?" Before Wenshui finished speaking, he saw Xiao Mohan turning around and striding away.

He even shouted several times but couldn't call Xiao Mohan back. He felt bored and said, "How can this person leave just as he said? It's been a long time since I had a good drink with this young master."

How lonely is it to drink alone?

When he was distracted by the question of water, he didn't notice the little fox running in, taking advantage of his unpreparedness, shaking his little butt.

When Wenshui regained consciousness, he turned around and slipped under the table.

"What does it smell like? How can it be so disgusting?" Wenshui sniffed the air and found that there was no such smell before, so why is it so strong now?

Looking around, he found no trace of the little fox, so he picked up the wine and was about to drink it.

As soon as he held the wine glass between his thin lips, he smelled an unpleasant smell in the glass. This smell was exactly the smell of foxes. His handsome face sank slightly and he said, "You stinky thing, get out of here."

The little fox must be here, because he spanked him before, and now he wants to take revenge?

"Ouch!" The little fox didn't hide for a few seconds before he caught him and lifted him up. His empty body was hanging in the air, struggling hard. Asked the water, he said, "It seems it would be a pity not to make wine with you."

The little fox was so frightened that he asked about the water quality: "You know about my sister-in-law's situation."

"Now if you tell me what to do, maybe I will spare you for once." Wenshui seduced it and said, after all, this person has guarded the tomb for thousands of years, so he knows something.

The little fox listened and looked at him with a squinting look.

"Hey, what's in your eyes? I am a man who keeps his integrity like a jade." Wenshui felt that it was too scary. Could this fox have taken a liking to him?

Although he is handsome, he doesn't like everything.

The little fox refused and moved closer to him. Suddenly the bag behind his butt shook.

"Damn." Wenshui was splashed with the smelly urine on his face.