Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Gu Yan had an ominous premonition in his heart, he reached out his hand to push the quilt away, but unfortunately Wenshui fastened the button, but he couldn't push it away at all.

"Let me out, help me." Gu Yan struggled, opened his mouth, poured hot chili oil down his throat.

When Wenshui heard the sound of struggling, he raised his foot and kicked the bucket aside.

"Bang bang bang", the bucket rolled to the side and hit the door, Gu Yan bumped his head towards the edge, asked the water to push the bucket to the stairs.

The bucket rolled down, Gu Yan was in the bucket, when he felt that he was about to die.

The dagger he was holding just now fell down, the barrel rolled, and his body rolled along with it, when the barrel stopped.

Gu Yan fell heavily and sat down, a bone-piercing pain came, Gu Yan bounced up and hit his head on the cover.

Wenshui came to the downstairs of the building with a bucket in his hand, lit a fire underneath, and shouted: "Don't miss it when you pass by. The imported chili oil, which is rare in a thousand years, is a free gift."

Gu Yan's skin seemed to be split open, he couldn't imagine that this feeling of "being put into the frying pan" could be so painful.

Wenshui rolled up his sleeves and reached out to open the lid.

Gu Yan felt the glare of the sun, and he stood up abruptly.

His eyes were too hot to open, Gu Yan struggled, heard the sound of running water, saw a reflection in front, thought it was a swimming pool, turned around and jumped into it.

"Ah." When he jumped over, his body hit the floor, his eyes rolled from the pain, and he passed out.

Those onlookers were amazed, looked at this scene, took pictures with their mobile phones, uploaded them on Weibo and Moments, and said: "The spokesperson of chili oil?"

Mr Black Villa,

Mr. Hei finished his business, and the doctor changed his medicine for him.

"What?" Hearing the report from his subordinates, Mr. Hei was so angry that he wanted to get up, his body was injured, and he fell to sit there, his thin face was even more gloomy.

He reached out and patted the table, grabbed the document, and shredded it vigorously.

"Who told him to move the Yao family?" Mr. Hei said coldly, because he was so excited, there was a faint pain in his chest, and he held his chest.

The secretary stepped forward, helped him to the bed and lay down, and said, "Mr. Hei, the appearance of the Yao family means that the plan will be delayed."

Mr. Hei lay on the bed, frowned and pondered for a while, he raised his hand, pointed at the secretary and said, "Quickly, block the news of the accident in the Yao family, and..."

Before he finished speaking, the phone rang, and the secretary answered the phone and said to him respectfully, "Mr. Hei, your call."

"No." Mr. Hei waved his hand, unwilling to be disturbed by other things.

"The other party said it was a family matter." The secretary said, Mr. Hei listened, grabbed the phone and continued the call, and after listening to the other party's report, he almost vomited blood.

"What? My father's body was blown up on the way back? No bones left?" Mr. Hei stared angrily, and dropped his phone.

His body fell heavily, and it happened to be pressed against the mobile phone, and he groaned in pain.

"Mr. Hei, are you okay?" The secretary stepped forward, trying to help him up.

Mr. Hei's eyes were red with anger, he pushed him away, and said: "Go down, order to go down, no one is allowed to disturb me."

"Yes." The secretary responded and stepped back.

He was lying on the bed alone, his chest heaving with anger, Mr. Hei gritted his teeth, looked at the ceiling, and said, "Blow up my basement and destroy my money."

The more I think about it, the more I feel that this matter is not like Xiao Mohan's method, but besides Xiao Mohan, who else would dare to touch his things?

Over the years, he has secretly cultivated his own power in order to break away from the control of the Hei family, but so far, he has been... Thinking of this, Mr. Hei felt more and more headache.