Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

He was drenched, his black shirt clinging to him.

"Master, it's all done. I picked this up at the scene." Han Changqing said, handing over the things.

Xiao Mohan took the thing, squeezed it, and said, "It's Zhuo's."

Wenshui listened, and leaned forward to have a look: "Why did Zhuo Bi go there?"

"I can't contact Zhuo yet," Han Changqing said.

Wen Shui turned around, suddenly thought of something, he scratched his head: "Han, why didn't that person come out?"

His person refers to Xiao Jiajun.

"Back to Xiao's house." Xiao Mohan said in a low voice.

Han Changqing turned around to leave, but Xiao Mohan called him back: "Ah Qing, finish your meal."

He said, handing the food box to Han Changqing. I wanted to give it to Gu Chuyan, but she fell asleep, and when she woke up, he would do it for her again.

"I'm just hungry." Han Changqing listened, and he stepped forward honestly and took the lunch box.

Seeing this, Wen Shui shouted contemptuously, "Xiao Mohan, why don't you ask me if I'm hungry?"

Who would have thought that Xiao Mohan turned around and slammed the study door behind him!

"Look, eccentric guy." Seeing Wenshui, Han Changqing glanced at him, and walked downstairs, ignoring him.

In the study, Xiao Mohan saw the little fox lying on the sofa, heard footsteps, and quickly got up.

"Hiss." Xiao Mohan took off his nightgown, looked at the wound on his arm, which was already infected, he stood up to get the medicine, his body shook, he supported the side of the sofa, and fell down on the sofa.

"Go, bring me the medicine." Xiao Mohan raised his head and looked at the little fox.

It jumped up, looked into Xiao Mohan's eyes, ran to the side, opened its mouth to bite the medicine box, and dragged it in front of him.

Xiao Mohan applied the medicine to the wound, disinfected it, and bandaged it again.

Swallowed two anti-inflammatory and fever-reducing medicines, thought of something, and glanced at the little fox: "Today, you dereliction of duty."

The little fox listened, his body trembled, and he fell on the sofa in aggrieved manner, not daring to look at him.

After nightfall, a luxurious car stopped in District X of S City.

Yao Rong turned around, looked at Zhuo Bi's closed eyes, she stopped the car and said to him: "I'm at the hospital, I'll register for you."

Zhuo Bi reached out and grabbed her arm.

"Don't go to the hospital, help me go to the pharmacy to buy disinfectants and daggers." Zhuo Bi said in a deep voice.

Yao Rong listened, she looked at his injury, her lips moved, but she didn't say anything.

She went to the pharmacy to buy medicine, but she didn't see Zhuo Bi. She turned her head to look for someone, but found that he had gone around to the back seat, and the place where the bullet was shot on his arm had congealed blood.

"Here." She opened the door and got into the back seat.

There was not much room in the back seat, she reached out to help, but Zhuo Bi took the dagger and slashed at his wound.

"Ah, are you dying?" Yao Rong looked at it, startled.

Blood spattered on her hand, she watched his wound dripping blood, and took medicine in a panic.

Zhuo Li stretched out his hand, cleaned the wound, and poured the medicine on the wound. His movements were skillful and quick, and he completed all the movements with one hand.

"Small injury, can't die." Zhuo Bi said.

Seeing this, Yao Rong stretched out her hand to help him bandage up.

The car was so quiet that we could hear each other's breathing.

"You're not a fugitive, are you?" Yao Rong asked hesitantly as he stared at Zhuo Bi's wound with sweaty palms.

Don't you all go to the hospital when you're injured? Why do it yourself?

"Hehe." Zhuo Bi smiled in a low voice, leaned forward, and stared at her condescendingly.

Yao Rong was approached by him, she subconsciously backed up, leaning against the car window, only to see him stretch out his hand to hold her tightly in his arms.