Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Yao Rong came out of the company, with a tall devilish figure and royal blue jumpsuit, which was even more eye-catching, and she could be seen in the crowd at a glance.

"Ah." When Yao Rong passed by the building, she saw a hand stretched out, and a bouquet of flowers was handed to her.

Yao Rong was so scared that he took half a step back, he was a little absent-minded just now.

She looked at that hand, looked forward slowly, and saw Zhuo Bi with one hand in his pocket, with his head up.

"Yao Rong? It seems that our fate is destined by the heavens. S City is so big, I can meet you every time." Zhuo Bi lowered his head, took off his sunglasses, and pinned them to his chest.

He turned around, came to her, stretched out his hand to hold her hand, and stuffed the flowers into her arms.

"Who is destined to be with you? I don't know you." Seeing this, Yao Rong caught up and wanted to return the flowers to him.

Zhuo Bi turned around, stepped back step by step, and said loudly: "I've been on the bed before, does it matter if I recognize you or not?"

"You!" Listening, Yao Rong rushed forward, trying to cover his lips.

Yao Rong is 170cm tall, trying to cover Zhuo Bi's mouth, only to find that there is a difference in height between the two.

Zhuo Bi moved, raised his head, Yao Rong jumped up and wanted to cover him, but Zhuo Bi picked her up, turned around and ran away.

"Zhuo Bi, don't move, just hug me, put me down, let me down." Yao Rong pinched his arm hard, struggling.

With a "snap", Yao Rong was dumbfounded.

Zhuo Bi held her hand, blew it in front of her, held it tightly, and said, "Does your hand hurt? It's okay, I'll treat you to dinner and make it up."

Yao Rong struggled and said, "If anyone asks you to ask for it, I won't make it up."

"Zhuo Bi, get out." Yao Rong was kissed, and she pushed him away blushing.

Zhuo Bi looked at her condescendingly, with an inscrutable smile on the corner of his mouth, and said softly: "If you say no, I will. You will not marry me."

"Shameless..."

"Hmm." Before Yao Rong finished speaking, Zhuo Bi hugged her back.

After the kiss, Yao Rong opened his mouth to speak, but before he had time, Zhuo Bi bent over and blocked her red lips.

Zhuo Bi listened, smiled softly, held her hand and walked forward, saying: "Choose whatever you want, or try every one? Do you like seafood, or spicy ones?"

Yao Rong was held by his hand, he slowed down and let Yao Rong walk by his side.

She sneaked a look at him, Zhuo Bi would pester her like a ruffian every time, but his aura was as elegant as it was. . . Her heart beat faster just now, and her face was extremely red.

"Why are you so hot? Are you sick?" Zhuo Bi watched her face turn red, he reached out and touched her forehead, and said anxiously, "Come on, let's go to the hospital."

Before Yao Rong could say anything, he passed by a pharmacy, and when he saw the old Chinese doctor, he took her in.

"Old doctor, help my girlfriend to see if she is sick." Zhuo Bi pushed her to sit aside, dragged the old doctor over, and took her hand to let him see.

The old doctor was a little old, dragged by him, and didn't react.

"Miss, your face is blushing and your heart is beating faster, your heart is beating." The old doctor pushed his reading glasses, stared at her, then looked at Zhuo Bi and said, "You may be so handsome."

"What?" Zhuo Bi didn't respond.

It looks like he has a fever, his body temperature rises, and his heart beats faster. Isn't this about to have a heart attack?

"I still have something to do, let's go first." Yao Rong listened, she stood up and ran outside.

Zhuo Bi grabbed the old doctor's hand and said, "Is being handsome a disease?"

The old doctor gave him a white look, took off his glasses, wiped them, and said, "If you don't chase, everyone will run away."

"Oh, good." Zhuo Bi listened, turned around to catch up, and saw Yao Rong striding forward, walking too fast, some children bumped forward, knocking Yao Rong down.