Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

"I just sent a message to Han. I'm afraid he has arrived at Wen'an Pavilion now, and he just happened to go to have lunch?" Zhuo Bi said to her, and Gu Chuyan nodded, but she was a little absent-minded.

The two turned and left. When Gu Chuyan got into the car, Zhuo Bi stretched out his hand to open the car door, put his hand on top of her head, and protected her to get into the car.

In a corner not far away, someone took a mobile phone and took a picture of this scene.

Judging from the misalignment, the two have ambiguous postures and the same actions, which will give people the illusion.

In Yao's house, Yao Rong woke up from sleep, it was already ten o'clock, she carried Tang towards the hospital.

In the ward, Yao Shengming was sitting on the sofa, his phone vibrated a few times, he took the phone, looked at the photo, clicked to zoom in, his face changed.

"Gu Chuyan? Chen Sangou?" Yao Shengming said in a deep voice.

He dialed the number from which the message was sent, but found that it was an empty number. He asked someone to check, found the point where the message was sent, and found the card that had been broken.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Yao Shengyao put the phone aside, turned around and climbed onto the bed, and lay down quietly.

Yao Rong opened the door and walked in, put down the soup, and called out in a low voice: "Brother...Mom made soup for you, and I brought it to you! When will you wake up?"

As Yao Rong said, he turned around and tidied up the table, replaced the flowers, and turned to open the window.

Yao Shengming turned his head to the side, opened his eyes, and looked at the sunlight pouring into the window. Yao Rong was wearing tight black pants, a white sweater, short boots, and his hair tied back. He looked handsome in the sun.

He was a little fascinated, and when she turned around, he quickly closed his eyes.

"Drip." Yao Shengming's phone rang, and his fingertips tightened slightly. Yao Rong stepped forward, picked up his phone, and whispered, "Who sent the message?"

She looked at her phone and suddenly stared at the bed.

I didn't notice the phone was there just now, Yao Shengming was unconscious, why is the phone on the table, the coffee table not far away, and the tissues in the trash can.

She clicked on the message, and suddenly saw the photo that Yao Shengming hadn't closed in time.

"Chu Chu?" Yao Rong looked at the figure, profiled, dressed, if it wasn't Gu Chuyan, who could it be?

But, how could she and Zhuo Bi be together?

There are eight photos in total, Gu Chuyan and him entered the police station, they were in a couple, drinking coffee together, Zhuo Bi was protecting her appearance.

Yao Rong was in a bad mood, always feeling sore in her heart, she put her phone on the table.

"Are you awake early?" Yao Rong stood beside the bed, looking at Yao Shengming and said.

If he doesn't wake up, who sent the photo just now?

Listening to Yao Shengming, he knew he couldn't pretend anymore! Yao Rong has always been smart and decisive.

"Morning." His voice was a little hoarse, he sat up slowly and looked at Yao Rong.

She took his mobile phone, handed it to him, and sneered at him: "I told you not to check him anymore. What are you doing? Tracking him?"

"If he and Gu Chuyan really have an ambiguous relationship, this kind of man...you have to be careful." Yao Shengming rationally analyzed for her: "Gu Chuyan is your friend, but if she..."

He didn't believe that Gu Chuyan was the one who hooked up outside, but the truth was, she. . . .

"Enough." Yao Rong listened, and shouted at him irritably: "My friend, I understand."

"Who is Gu Chuyan, I know very well, she is my good friend! And Zhuo Bi, although I don't know him well, I'm sure he is not a bad person."

"It's you, you're clearly awake, but you're still pretending to be unconscious." Yao Rong looked him up and down, looked at Yao Shengming's face, she backed up step by step: "You are so scary, did you pretend to be unconscious from the beginning? unconscious?"