Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

"Go back." Mr. Hei whispered, turned to get in the car, and left.

He held his stomach, while the doctor sewed up the wound. Mr. Hei lay on the car seat, and said in a deep voice, "Go to the bureau, I have something to attend to, and a press conference will be held this afternoon."

"Yes." The secretary listened, and while recording, asked weakly: "Mr. Hei, is your body able to take it?"

The corner of Mr. Hei's mouth curled up in deep meaning, and he remained silent.

Lu Rover walked away, Han Changqing smiled deeply.

"Master, was that just it just now?" Han Changqing asked in a low voice, doubtful but not sure.

"En." Xiao Mohan responded.

When he came out, he deliberately let the little fox follow him, but this guy must have been playful halfway, and he didn't show up so late.

In the luxurious courtyard, Zhuo Li fell into a deep sleep after taking the medicine.

Yao Rong carried the fruit and wandered outside the apartment. After waiting for a long time, she rang the doorbell and suddenly found that the door opened automatically.

Not far away, Wenshui sat on the pavilion with the remote control in hand. Watching this scene, he raised his legs to change his position.

"It's really here." Wen Shui said in a deep voice.

Holding his cell phone, he called and asked all the bodyguards to retreat to the dark.

Yao Rong walked in, came to the hall, and pushed open the bedroom door.

"Zhuo Bi, are you awake?" Yao Rong stepped forward, stood beside the bed, and asked in a low voice.

Zhuo Bi slept deeply, his handsome face looked serene, and he didn't notice her arrival.

Yao Rong looked around the bedroom, it was clean and tidy, full of men's items.

And her eyes fell on his back. Zhuo Bi was lying on his side, his back facing her.

"This injury...why does it seem to be a burn?" Yao Rong knelt down, hesitated for a few seconds, and reached out to touch it.

The man's broad back and bronze-colored skin are like God's perfect masterpiece, but on his back, there is a burn mark that spreads over a third of his back. It looks hideous and terrifying, like an oversized centipede sticking to his flesh .

Yao Rong's fingertips caressed his back lightly.

"It must hurt, doesn't it?" she murmured softly.

She and Zhuo Bi have no intersection in life. Every time they met by chance, strange things happened, making the two of them seem closer and closer, yet they seemed like strangers who didn't understand each other at all.

"Ah." Yao Rong touched his back, Zhuo Bi turned over suddenly, clasped her wrist, pulled her hard, and pulled her into his arms.

Zhuo Bi suddenly grabbed her and pulled her into his arms, and she threw herself into his arms.

"What are you doing?" Yao Rong lay in his arms, reaching out and slapping his shoulder.

Zhuo Li's deep black eyes were filled with a smile, and he asked hoarsely, "You seem to be distressed?"

"What nonsense? Let me go." Yao Rong said sharply, and she pushed him violently.

Yao Rong took half a step back, keeping a distance from him.

"Did it scare you last night?" Zhuo Bi struggled, sat up, got out of bed with bare feet, opened the closet, took a black shirt, and quickly put it on.

Yao Rong stood there, watching the injury on his back when he went to open the closet, which made her very puzzled.

"Is your injury a burn?" Yao Rong wanted to be sure.

Zhuo Bi went to get her a bottle of drink and said, "Small injury, it's fine."

Yao Rong took the drink, but didn't drink it.

"Since you're fine, I'm leaving." Yao Rong said, looking at his face with gauze on his forehead, his face was pale, but he was still in good spirits.

She was at home last night and didn't sleep all night.

Thinking of Zhuo Bi's actions, it really affected her.

In order to keep her innocent, he actually knocked himself unconscious with a brick. This move was almost repeated in her dream. . .