Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

It's just that something happened today.

She actually slept with Zhuo Bi by accident?

Yao Rong got up, ran to grab the beer and poured it into his mouth, drank N bottles, got himself drunk, fell to the ground, held the bottle and shouted: "Zhuo Bi, Zhuo Bi, you... go away."

"Zhuo Bi." She yelled while hugging the wine bottle, feeling that he was all around her.

That bad guy likes to tease her, tease her, even. . . Bad as hell.

hillside, villa

At noon, after shopping, Gu Chuyan found that Zhuo Bi hadn't bought coffee. After contacting Zhuo Bi, she took a taxi by herself and headed towards the middle of the mountain.

"Mo Han." Gu Chuyan trotted, very happy, and ran back with her things.

Wen Shui followed Xiao Mohan, and said in a low voice: "That day, this young master drew Gu Yan's blood, Han, you say..."

Gu Chuyan's voice came, Wen Shui shut up instantly, Xiao Mohan raised his head, looked at her happy figure, he nodded to Wen Shui, and then walked downstairs.

"Mo Han, look what I bought for you? This, this, and this." Gu Chuyan showed excitedly, with a tender look on her face.

Seeing this, Xiao Mohan stretched out his hand to pick up something, Wenshui rushed forward, and picked it up.

"This kind of work is rarely done." He said and carried his things upstairs.

Gu Chuyan pulled him to sit on the sofa, and picked up a pen to peel the fruit for him. Seeing this, Xiao Mohan reached out to take the knife and peeled the skin, but his hands hurt and trembled.

"Hiss." Xiao Mohan peeled his skin, ran his hand across his fingertips, blood dripped down.

He quickly grabbed the knife and the fruit and said, "I'll go upstairs and have a look."

Gu Chuyan regained her senses and looked at his figure. She lowered her head and looked at the drop of blood on the coffee table. She reached out to touch it, and then looked at his figure.

I saw a few drops on the ground when he passed by.

"Mo Han, what's wrong with you?" Gu Chuyan raised her head and looked at his figure, but she didn't expose him.

Seeing Xiao Mohan's figure in the morning, she took out a tissue, wiped off the blood on the coffee table and the blood on the ground, and also went upstairs instead of walking outside.

"Aww." The little fox came running from a distance, followed behind her, and teased her from time to time.

Gu Chuyan knelt down, picked it up and asked, "Little guy, do you think Mo Han is hiding a lot of things from me? Is he very bad now?"

But she can only ask the little fox, and dare not talk nonsense.

Xiao Mohan didn't want her to know, Wenshui, Han Changqing, and Zhuo Bi's mouths were all strict, and they definitely wouldn't reveal a word.

Thinking of Zhuo Bi suddenly forcibly pulling her to the city in the morning, maybe. . . .

Thinking of this, she turned her head and looked towards the villa, thoughtful.

As night fell, Gu Chuyan saw Xiao Mohan and Zhuo Bi walking towards the study. She was sitting on the sofa alone, wondering what she was thinking.

In the study room, Zhuo Bi poured a glass of wine and handed it to him, but Xiao Mohan didn't take it.

"You actually dared to take something that was frozen for a thousand years, I almost thought you were dead at that time." Seeing Xiao Mohan's hand, Zhuo Bi couldn't help scolding.

Xiao Mohan's hand was seriously injured at that time, and when it touched the thousand-year-old ice, the cold air invaded, and almost killed him. It was the Xiao family's treasure that saved his life.

In order to save Gu Chuyan, Xiao Mohan even risked his life.

As a brother, how could Zhuo Bi not feel distressed?

"What's the matter?" Xiao Mohan raised his legs and leaned his tall body there, his silent black eyes swept over Zhuo Bi's body, and asked in a low voice.

Zhuo Bi looked at Xiao Mohan's calm and indifferent appearance, so he also shut up.

"Do you still remember the Zhuo family's engagement? Han, I want to cancel the engagement." Zhuo Bi said in a deep voice.

Xiao Mohan raised his eyes, and his eyes fell on Zhuo Bi's neck, the marks on that side were obviously there. . .