Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Yao Shengming was full of anger. He took Yao Rong and hugged him tightly. When he turned to leave, he stopped: "You are also injured."

"It's very dangerous here, you go first." Zhuo Bi said in a deep voice.

Burning pain came from behind, Zhuo Bi turned around, took out his mobile phone to make a call, and walked back resolutely.

Yao Shengming hugged Yao Rong, stood there for a few seconds, and walked outside.

He had just left, and when he heard that all the houses inside had collapsed, he frowned slightly, glanced at Yao Rong, and drove towards the hospital.

Yao Rong was sent to the hospital, and it was found that her blood was almost frozen.

"What medicine?" Yao Shengming was startled when he heard this.

Pushing the glasses, the doctor held the medical record in his hand, and wrote: "This medicine is very rare. Fortunately, it was delivered in time. If it is later, there is no way to save it."

Yao Shengming stood in the corridor, smoking a cigarette, and made a call with his mobile phone: "Hey, check that man for me, and everyone that Rong Rong came into contact with today, check them all for me."

After hanging up the phone, Yao Shengming raised his head and looked outside.

Thinking of Zhuo Bi's figure, and then looking at the ward, he said in a deep voice, "Rong Rong, what is the relationship between you and him?"

It was the first time he felt a threat, especially when he jumped off the second floor with Yao Rong in his arms. Yao Shengming saw Zhuo Bi's body landing on the ground. . . And the wound on his back.

He clenched his hands tightly into fists, forcibly suppressing his emotions.

There is always a feeling that I have lost, have I lost? Yao Shengming doesn't believe in evil.

Zhuo Bi turned and left, turned back into the house, found something in a corner, jumped out, and the moment he jumped out, the inside collapsed completely. . . .

Zhuo Bi endured the pain, and drove towards "Wan'an Pavilion".

When he walked in, he smelled of burnt body and his clothes were in tatters, just bumped into Gu Chuyan.

"Zhuo Bi, what's wrong with you?" Gu Chuyan reached out to support him, and helped him to sit on the sofa.

"Sister-in-law, where is the water?"

Gu Chuyan put the script aside and said to him, "I just went out."

While she was talking on the phone, the cell phone on the coffee table rang. Unexpectedly, Wenshui didn't have a cell phone with her. Looking at Zhuo Bi's body, she said, "I'll help you with the medicine first."

"I'm sorry, sister-in-law." Zhuo Bi said in a deep voice, and took the mobile phone to make up a message and send it to Xiao Mohan.

She came out with the medicine box, Zhuo Bi turned around and turned his back to her.

Seeing a hole in his shirt, bloody and bloody, and shirt rags sticking to the wound, Gu Chuyan trembled a few times: "Hold it."

"Hmm." Zhuo Bi replied.

Gu Chuyan took the scissors, cut open his shirt, took out the rags, and treated the wound after applying the medicine. He didn't say a word until she said, "It's done."

Zhuo Bi just sat up straight and stood up.

"Does it not hurt?" Gu Chuyan raised her head and asked.

Zhuo Bi was taken aback for a moment, he turned his head to look at her, and looked down at the scratch on his arm: "I can bear it for the time being."

"Why are you not afraid of pain?" Gu Chuyan asked softly.

Don't be afraid of pain, don't be afraid of tiredness, even work harder than anyone else!

What kind of people are they? It seems that they have a belief that makes them not afraid of any torture.

Zhuo Bi walked to the side, reached out for a bottle of wine, opened it, took a sip, stood there looking at Gu Chuyan, thought for a while and said, "People who come from the Xiao family are not afraid of death."

"I'm not even afraid of death, so what's the pain?" Zhuo Bi said softly.

Hearing "Xiao's family" again, Gu Chuyan froze for a moment.

"The Xiao family, what kind of family is it?" Gu Chuyan asked in a low voice, every time she heard the Xiao family, it seemed like a sacred and inviolable name.