Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

For thousands of years, no one dared to think about this thing, and now. . . Someone actually boldly and wildly said that he wanted it!

"Third Young Master, put your worries aside, you should rest." The butler stepped forward and said to him, seeing Xiao Mohan's expression, he added: "If you haven't rested well, Chuchu should be worried."

Hearing this, Xiao Mohan moved and said, "Listen to you."

The housekeeper wiped off a cold sweat, and sure enough, the way to deal with Xiao Mohan was to move out Gu Chuyan.

only. . . If outsiders knew about Xiao Mohan's weakness, they would be vulnerable.

Overnight, Gu Chuyan became "popular", and Gu Miaoting became "hot".

"Chu Chu, take a look." Yao Rong got up, went to the bathroom, and was about to go downstairs to buy some breakfast.

Habitually looking at the phone, I found the news and Weibo, all of which were Gu Chuyan's news, which was overwhelmingly negative, and many people PS uploaded her photos.

"What's wrong?" Gu Chuyan was shaken awake, she got up and looked at Yao Rong, and said, "Don't do it, let me sleep again, I haven't slept with me for a long time, empress, do you have the heart to disturb my sleep?"

"Look." Yao Rong was not in the mood to joke with her.

Gu Chuyan watched the news with a puzzled face until she read all the news.

"Gu Miaoting, it's so boring." Gu Chuyan casually threw the phone away, and said softly, no one else could do this kind of thing except Gu Miaoting.

A helicopter descended from the sky and arrived at the villa halfway up the mountain.

"Han." Zhuo Li strode off the plane, turned around and ran towards the villa, entered the password, entered the villa, and found that it was empty without anyone.

He stretched out his hands to comb his jet-black short hair, and whispered, "Did you go to romance again?"

Zhuo Bi went upstairs, took out a bottle of red wine in the study, poured a glass and took a sip, walked around casually, threw the document on Zhuo, and said, "What is this?"

He saw a small book, pressed to one side.

Zhuo Li put the goblet on the table, took out the little book, went to the sofa, crossed his long legs, flipped through it casually, and said, "Han still has books?"

Knowing Xiao Mohan for so many years, he is calm and serious, he hardly reads anything but useful books, and now, he actually holds this miscellaneous picture?

Zhuo Bi was puzzled, and flipped through the first page.

A few words were written on it: "The final interpretation right of this book belongs to Wenshui."

"Ask about water? No wonder." Seeing this, Zhuo Bi found it boring.

He put the book aside, got up and drank the red wine in one gulp, walked to the sofa and sat down, trying to make a call to Xiao Mohan, but saw the book was spread out, with a picture on it.

"Hey, this is..." Zhuo Bi leaned forward.

Zhuo Bi drove the car to S City and went to ask An Pavilion.

"What? How did you get hurt like this?" Zhuo Bi entered the door, terrified, and rushed forward to lift Xiao Mohan's back to have a look.

Xiao Mohan raised his eyes, glanced at him lightly, and said, "Everything went well?"

"En." Zhuo Bi responded, withdrew his hand, and retreated to sit on the opposite sofa.

"I'll go and see Wenshui first." Zhuo Bi got up, walked towards the bedroom, opened the door and looked into the room, Wenshui was lying on the bed, obviously still unconscious.

He strode forward, stood by the bed, looked at the water.

"Qian Shui, if I knew it earlier, I would have made friends with you before." Zhuo Bi said in a low voice.

Wenshui moved, sat up abruptly, and hugged Zhuo Bi's leg.

"What did you say? What overlapped limited edition stuff??" Wenshui was extremely excited, coughed lightly, and asked anxiously.