Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Zhuo Bi was pushed away by her, he took half a step back, Yao Rong took the opportunity to run forward, turned to look at him: "Don't follow me, don't chase me."

Yao Rong ran forward and saw a figure behind her, following closely behind her.

"I said don't chase me." Yao Rong turned around and said to him.

Zhuo Bi put his hands in his pockets, followed her slowly, and said: "Your request, Zhuo can't agree."

Yao Rong backed away, Zhuo Bi was taken aback.

"Be careful." Zhuo Bi rushed towards her, stretched out his hand to grab her little hand, and pulled it back forcefully.

Yao Rong retreated step by step, forgetting that justice was behind him, just in time a car was coming quickly.

He pulled her back just as the car hit him. If it wasn't for his quick hands, she would have almost died.

"It's okay, it's okay." Zhuo Bi put his arms around her, thinking that she was frightened.

Yao Rong was held in his arms, this scene was very familiar, as if she had also been held by Zhuo Li, in the fire scene, after she was fainted, someone rescued her.

"Zhuo Bi, have you been there before..." Yao Rong raised his head from his arms and looked at Zhuo Bi's silhouette, which became more and more like him.

Yao Shengming did not deny that he had saved her, and he also had scars on his back, but no matter how he thought about it, he was wrong.

Wrong silhouette, wrong taste, wrong embrace.

"Rongrong." Not far away, Yao Shengming's voice sounded.

His eyes were dim, and he strode forward, stretched out his hand to break Zhuo Zhi's hand, pulled Yao Rong over, and said: "Mom said that Ye dared to bring some soup, let me bring it to you, who would have met me on the way, just to give it to you .”

Seeing Yao Shengming, she subconsciously avoided his hand.

"Too thin, make up more." Yao Shengming said, he held her wrist tightly.

Seeing this, Zhuo Bi looked at Yao Rong's expression, stepped forward, took the soup box from Yao Shengming's hand, and said, "Just give it to me, and I'll take her back."

Yao Shengming was holding onto something tightly, but Zhuo Bi snatched it backhanded.

"Thank you." Zhuo Bi said.

Zhuo Bi took her little hand, and pulled Yao Rong forward. Yao Shengming stood behind him, watching their leaving figures. He clenched his fists tightly, but did nothing.

Yao Rong was led away by him, and walked directly into a certain restaurant, looking for a seat by the window.

"It's cold." Zhuo Bi stretched out his hand, touched the soup box, and said, "I'll go to the kitchen to heat it up, just wait."

Yao Rong wanted to stop him, but Zhuo Li walked over with the soup and said something to the waiter.

She got up and followed behind him, and saw Zhuo Bi went to the kitchen, rolled up his sleeves, poured out the soup, heated it up, stirred it carefully, and then found a clean basin.

When he turned around, Yao Rong ran back to his seat and sat down, resting his chin on his hands and looking out the window.

After the two had supper, Yao Rong raised his head and carefully glanced at Zhuo Bi, only to see his cell phone ringing, turned around with the cell phone, and walked to one side.

After answering the phone, Zhuo Bi was a little anxious.

"I'm in a hurry, I'll take you back first." Zhuo Bi walked over, apologetic.

Yao Rong stood up, ready to pay the bill, but Zhuo Bi dragged her away directly. When I turned around, I realized that he didn't know when he was pressing the money on the table.

"If you leave first, I'll take a taxi." Yao Rong said.

Zhuo Bi stuffed her into the car and stretched out his hand to pull on the seat belt.

Guiltyly, Yao Rong let go, Zhuo Bi came around and drove her back, before she could go upstairs, he drove away in a hurry.

She turned to look at Zhuo Bi, only to find something extra on her body.

"Hey, when did my bag hang up?" Yao Rong lowered his head and looked at the bag on his body.

Before her bag was snatched by a thief, Yao Rong didn't report the crime because he thought it was troublesome. . . Actually helped her find it? Yao Rong turned around and looked at the direction his car was leaving.