Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Zhuo Bi turned around and looked back, reached out and clasped her wrist, forcing her to run forward.

She struggled a few times, his palm was strong, Yao Rong finally gave up struggling, and followed him into the old courtyard in the suburbs, only to see that it was quiet, deserted, and unique.

Zhuo Bi opened the door and said to her, "Come in and have a look."

Yao Rong didn't go in, but stood outside the door, only to see a big white dog rushing towards her, Yao Rong backed away in fright, and dropped her bag on the ground, Zhuo Bi pretended to be pretending, smiled softly, and picked up the bag for her.

"It doesn't bite," he said.

Seeing this, Yao Rong stopped.

She dropped her bag on the ground, and her things were scattered all over the place, he picked up things for her, but found a thing with his photo on it, Zhuo Bi reached out and took it.

"Don't look at it." Yao Rong whispered, it was too late to snatch it away.

Zhuo Bi lowered his head, spread out the paper, saw his "information" on it, Zhuo Bi raised his head meaningfully, glanced at Yao Rong, and looked at the "information", he wanted to laugh.

"Chen Sangou, 38 years old, divorced, has a special hobby."

As Zhuo Bi was reading, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he stood up abruptly and looked at her.

"My name is Chen Sangou?" Zhuo Bi stepped forward and looked down at her.

Yao Rong was approached by him, she stepped back step by step, but stopped, and stared at him coldly with her chest out: "Why, dare to do it or not? Chen Sangou, is it you?"

Zhuo Bi folded up the information paper, put it in his pocket, put his hands behind his back, raised his head, looked around, and said, "There is no one around."

Yao Rong looked at his expression, her cold face, and inexplicably laughed: "Pfft."

She squatted down with a smile, Zhuo Bi saw this, stretched out his hand to poke her forehead and said, "Hey, hello."

Seeing her body trembling, he thought she was crying, so he knelt down and reached out to touch her head, but she stood up, reached out to hold the scarf, wrapped it around his neck, and pulled it hard behind him.

"Who is afraid of whom?" She said in a deep voice, pulling hard.

Seeing this, Zhuo Bi looked down at the scarf around his neck, stretched his hands back, narrowed his black eyes, stopped suddenly, put his hands on his shoulders and said, "Hiss, the wound is torn."

He said, kneeling on the ground on one knee, hanging his hands in pain.

"How are you?" Seeing Yao Rong, she let go and walked forward, reaching out to touch his shoulder, but Zhuo Bi reached out and pulled her hard, and she fell into his arms.

Zhuo Bi stared at her small face condescendingly, and said in a deep voice, "Do you believe what a man says?"

Seeing this, Yao Rong reached out and grabbed his shoulder, Zhuo Bi felt the pain and let her go.

"Get out." Yao Rong said in a cold voice, she ran two steps and looked at her bag in his hand.

At this time, her cell phone rang, Yao Rong answered the call, his expression changed, and he said to him: "Something happened to my house, I have to go back."

Zhuo Bi looked into the courtyard and said to her, "It's a pity."

He turned around and walked towards the Land Rover, and said in a deep voice, "I'll see you off."

Not far away, the dog squatted on the ground, barked at her a few times, then turned and walked towards the courtyard.

Zhuo Bi drove her to the entrance of the hospital, Yao Rong opened the door and walked in panic.

He got out of the car, put his hands in his pockets, and called Yao Rong: "Little girl."

Yao Rong heard his cry, she turned to look at him, Zhuo Bi smiled softly, and said to her: "My name is Zhuo Bi."

She was stunned for a moment, thinking of "Chen Sangou", she couldn't help laughing: "I, Yao Rong."

Hearing his name, I suddenly felt that the information was very interesting. It seemed that not only the photos of her and him were forged, but even the information was fake.