Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

"Mo Han?" Gu Chuyan raised her hand, hugged him with trembling little hands, looked up at his face, her eyes turned red instantly, she had been trying to be strong just now, but this kind of strength could not last a second in front of him .

Her tears rolled down with the rain, and her lips moved.

"Mo Han." Gu Chuyan's voice was trembling, her small hands tightly clutching his sleeves.

Xiao Mohan heard a faint sound, he stretched out his arms to hug her, spun in a circle on the spot, and attacked towards the dark place, there were a few "bang bang", and when he heard a scream, the person fell to the ground.

He reached out to pick her up, put her on the passenger seat, and fastened her seat belt for her.

"It's okay, it's dangerous here, I'll take you back." Xiao Mohan said in a deep voice.

Sitting in the car, Gu Chuyan felt as if she was dreaming. She nodded slightly, but her voice was stuck in her throat, and she couldn't utter a word.

"Yeah." She nodded.

Xiao Mohan stood beside her, stretched out his hand to touch her head, pursed his thin lips, and looked at her nervously: "Where is the injury?"

He was terrified to see her clothes covered in blood.

"I'm not hurt," she whispered.

After he checked, he looked at her again, his eyes were full of pride, his Xiao Mohan's woman was really different.

"Mo Han." Seeing this, she stretched out her arms to hug his head, rubbing her small face against his forehead: "You recognize it, don't you?"

"En." Xiao Mohan replied in a deep voice.

The two seemed to have this kind of tacit understanding, they obviously didn't say anything, but they seemed to be saying the same thing.

Gu Chuyan smiled and raised her head, blinking away her tears, she lowered her head and kissed his forehead: "Let's go home first."

"Okay." He responded, closed the door, walked around to the driver's seat, and drove the car back.

When Han Changqing came and saw this scene, he nodded to Xiao Mohan and said, "Master, Ah Qing is dead."

"Okay." Xiao Mohan responded.

Handsome Han Changqing jumped out of the car, opened the door of the back seat, and walked towards the woods with a machine weapon on his shoulder.

The rain hit him, making him embarrassed, with endless wildness, as if nothing could stop his footsteps.

Xiao Mohan was driving the car, reached back and took the towel and handed it to her, saying, "Wipe."

Gu Chuyan took the towel, wiped her hair, turned to look at him curiously, and asked in a low voice, "Mo Han, how do you know she's not me?"

When she saw the surveillance at the time, she was deeply afraid that Xiao Mohan would take that person as her, and was even afraid. . . That woman not only ruined her reputation, but also took away her happiness.

"Want to know?" Xiao Mohan held the steering wheel, turned to look at her small face, his eyes were intoxicatingly affectionate.

"Of course I want to know."

Xiao Mohan thought for a while, raised his eyebrows and said, "I'll tell you when the time comes."

All he could hear was the man's low-pitched laughter, which revealed unprecedented happiness.

Obviously worried about each other, afraid, anxious! Seeing the other party at this moment, only to find that impetuous heart has inexplicably settled down.

"Chuchu..." He reached out and held her little hand.

He stroked his fingertips lightly, suddenly startled: "Why did your hand hurt?"

She listened, and then remembered, she withdrew her little hand, and said to him: "Drive seriously, we'll talk about it when we get home, don't be distracted!"

Xiao Mohan listened, reached out to grab the phone, made a call to ask for water, and ran back halfway up the mountain.

On a rainy night, Wenshui rushed to the middle of the mountain, and everyone else withdrew.