Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

He went to another room and saw Xiao Nan lying on the bed, with the housekeeper guarding him every step of the way.

"How is grandpa?" Xiao Mohan asked in a hoarse voice.

Xiao Mohan put his hands behind his back, staring at Xiao Nan's old face, which was pale and bloodless, his chest was constricted and panicked, and he was depressed like never before.

"Young Madam lost half of the blood, so the operation was considered a success, but after all, during the operation, my nerves were aroused, it's dangerous to ask less, and we have to wait." The housekeeper said respectfully, and glanced at Xiao Mohan from time to time.

Sitting by the bed, Xiao Mohan stretched out his hand to hold Xiao Nan's hand, and said in a deep voice, "Grandpa, we all got through the storms and waves before, and now you have to get through it too."

"Otherwise, if your great-grandson is kidnapped, what would you say?" Xiao Mohan said in a deep voice.

Time passed by, and it was early morning when he left the room.

The rain has stopped, and under the eaves, water drops are constantly dripping. The wind blows, and the water on the leaves is thrown in the air.

Xiao Mohan walked towards the attic with big strides. It was pitch black and he couldn't see his fingers.

Vaguely seeing Youdao's figure sitting there, smoking a suffocating cigarette decadently, Xiao Mohan strode forward

Han Changqing was sitting on the ground with his left leg slightly bent, with his hand resting there, smoking a cigarette, when suddenly the cigarette was taken away from his mouth, Xiao Mohan leaned back, took a puff of the cigarette, and exhaled in circles.

"Master? Master." Han Changqing raised his head silently, and Xiao Mohan's impeccably handsome face was reflected in his eyelids.

Han Changqing jumped up, a little flustered, more at a loss.

"I heard that you beat the one named Hei?" Xiao Mohan asked in a low voice.

"I can't control it." Han Changqing lowered his head, and after saying a word, he saw Xiao Mohan standing up and preparing to go down, but he froze in place, not daring to follow.

"Let's go." Xiao Mohan didn't hear him follow, turned to look at Han Changqing and said, "Aren't you going to kill him if you ask Shui to be the host?"

Han Changqing was stunned for a few seconds, his lips moved, and he said, "Master, are you not angry anymore?"

Xiao Mohan listened, smiled in a low voice, put his hands behind his back, and said, "When have I ever been angry with you?"

Seeing him striding away, Han Changqing's face flushed with excitement, he raised his foot to put out his cigarette, chased after him and said, "Master, wait for me."

S city, Mr. Hei's villa.

Mr. Hei was injured and was sent back to the villa. His dark eyes burst out with a bloodthirsty chill.

"Mr. Hei, there is a woman outside who wants to see you." A bodyguard reported in a low voice.

Mr. Hei was lying on the bed, his black eyes narrowed slightly, he looked at him coldly and said, "From today onwards, I will not see anyone except government affairs."

The bodyguard stood there, hesitated, and added: "She said she has something important to tell you, and she said that you will be interested."

A few minutes later, a graceful figure walked into Mr. Hei's room.

Not knowing what to say, she left in a hurry for half an hour.

"Ahem." Mr. Hei's smile was very ruthless, and he said, "Xiao Mohan, I won't kill you, but I will destroy you."

"Bing..." Mr. Hei's cell phone rang, and he struggled to grab it and said, "What's the matter?"

The other end of the phone hurriedly said: "Master, it's not good, our dungeon has been discovered, everyone is in danger now, please help."

With a "bang", there was a scream from the other end of the phone, and the phone fell to the ground.

There was a black figure striding forward, looking at the mobile phone on the ground, with a sneer, he picked up the phone and said, "This is a great gift from my master."