Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Wenshui looked overjoyed, as if she had seen the dawn of love, but saw her reaching out to wave to Xiao Yichu and said, "Xiao Liu, Yao Rong, let's go downstairs for a late-night snack."

"Um."

"good."

Xiao Yichu and Yao Rong followed her, leaving Wenshui and the two of them stunned.

When I chased him out, I found that the person had already disappeared.

On the top floor of the apartment, stars dotted the night sky.

"Are you worried?" Feng Tianjing asked.

Xiao Yichu sat on the chair. She looked up into the distance and took a long time to look away.

"I don't feel at ease. I feel like I have overlooked something." Xiao Yichu said, but she couldn't think of a reason why she was thinking about it.

Feng Tianjing bent down and stared at her, poking her forehead with her fingertips.

"You know how to think wildly at a young age, can you not be so mature? As the saying goes, everything will be straight when it reaches the bridge. It's not like no one in the Xiao family makes the decision except you. Leave this matter to Xiao Yijue and let him worry about it alone. "

Yao Rongpin nodded and agreed, "I agree."

"My brother? He..." Xiao Yichu listened and thought about how Xiao Yijue didn't even change his clothes when he left tonight, a man with a mysophobia.

Thinking of Xiao Yijue's embarrassed figure, she couldn't help laughing.

"puff."

She was delighted, and her whole body was full of youthful vitality.

"My brother...has been really hard to express recently," she said.

While Xiao Yichu was making up the picture in his mind, a luxury car drove by and parked on the side of the road for a long time. Xiao Yijue lit a cigarette and smoked it hard.

"Young Master, are you in a bad mood?" the bodyguard said depressed.

I saw that Xiao Yijue's clothes were messy, with some blood stains on them, and were torn in places by Gong Ling. They looked very different from his previous style.

The bodyguard saw him finish smoking a cigarette before he dared to ask.

"Huh?" Xiao Yijue raised his hand, and while fixing the buttons, he turned his head and took a deep look at the bodyguard.

The bodyguard was stared at by him, a little at a loss. He didn't know what he said wrongly, and didn't dare to breathe until he saw the moment diagonally opposite.

Thinking of that time, he and Xiao Yijue went for dessert, ordered papaya to enlarge breasts, and pretended to have a stomachache while packing and hid in the toilet all afternoon.

"I...young master, I have to leave first." He was frightened.

The cars were parked here, and it was too late for him to react now.

I couldn't help but pinch myself so hard that I wanted to hit myself to death.

"Bang" When the bodyguard turned around and sat in the driver's seat, he hit his head on the roof of the car. He covered his head in pain and drove away with one hand, leaving Xiao Yijue alone.

Late at night, the streets are quiet.

Xiao Yijue stood alone in the night, the hazy night shrouded his figure, like a messenger crawling from hell, making people afraid to approach.

He raised his feet and walked diagonally across, looking at the closed door.

Turning around and leaning there, the tall figure was leaning against the wall, exuding an aura of melancholy.

"Clang" At this moment, the iron door opened in response.

Mo Qingcheng was wearing a nightgown with disheveled hair and walked out carrying garbage. She was startled by his figure and subconsciously threw the garbage bag at his face.

With a "bang", Xiao Yijue's handsome face was hit by a garbage bag.

The bodyguard who came back wanted to explain something to Xiao Yijue, but he unexpectedly witnessed this scene. He took a breath and slapped his thigh hard in disbelief.

"Young master... was dumped by trash?" He wanted to blind himself.

The heir to the dignified Xiao family and the leader of the royal family actually ended up like this?

I thought Xiao Yijue would step forward with a calm face and knock her out with a punch. What was unbelievable was that Xiao Yijue raised his head and looked at her.