Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Since she was selected by the Zhuo family, Yao Rong has been under surveillance since she was a child, so the Zhuo family knows who she is better than anyone else.

"Ha, does Yao Rong have an affair with these two people? If so, it would be more fun." Gu Miaoting smiled softly, watched them leave, and slammed the door hard.

She reached out and stroked her chin, thinking about something.

After Yao Shengba finished answering the phone, he heard the sound of a car. He subconsciously looked downstairs. When he saw those two figures, he felt as if he had been acupunctured.

He turned around and ran downstairs, and ran outside, but unfortunately the car had already left and was missing.

"20 years, 20 years." Yao Shengba was very excited. He couldn't forget those two figures in his life. It was them, it was them.

In 20 years, people's face can be changed, but the momentum cannot be changed if it is still in the figure.

"I'm sorry." Yao Shengba knelt on his knees, feeling even more excited than when Liu Yilian died.

Not far from Yao's house, a black car was parked there.

The car window was lowered, a thin and gloomy face looked here, Mr. Hei narrowed his dark eyes slightly, thoughtful.

"Mr. Hei, do you want to go in?" Seeing this, the bodyguard asked respectfully.

The car has been parked here for several minutes.

"Go and find out, what are they doing in Yao's house?" Mr. Hei said in a deep voice, accidentally discovering that Zhuo Dongyang and Xiao Nan actually appeared in Yao's house.

The two families who have always been high above and exist like gods are actually interested in the little Yao family?

"Yes." The bodyguard responded, opened the car door and walked out.

Mr. Hei stretched out his hand to cover his chest, coughing continuously.

Someone passed by with his head down, but bent over beside the car, and said in a deep voice: "Patriarch Hei has something important to see you, turn left and right, the teahouse, it's about the Xiao family."

After the man finished speaking, he stood up straight and strode away.

After listening, Mr. Hei looked at the rear mirror of the car.

Before the bodyguard came back, he got out of the car alone and strode away.

Xiao family, that sacred and inviolable family, although Xiao Mohan is invulnerable to all poisons, as long as he grinds it slowly, he can always kill him slowly.

The teahouse was contracted out.

Mr. Hei walked in, the door was closed, the window was pulled up by black cloth, the inside was pitch black, and he couldn't see his fingers.

"Grandpa, what's the matter?" Mr. Hei strode forward and said respectfully.

In front of the hall, there was a large and exquisite chair. There was an old man with a ferocious face, sitting there, his whole body was extremely dark, and people who didn't know it thought he was a dead person.

"I heard that Gu Chuyan can't have children, but Xiao Mohan insists on marrying her."

Mr. Hei listened quietly, he already knew the news.

Endless? Even so, why not give them a hand.

"Grandpa, what's the plan?" Mr. Hei stood there respectfully, not daring to breathe.

In front of people, he is the aloof Mr. Hei.

But in reality, he is just a puppet of the Hei family, a slave of the Xiao family, and has no freedom all his life.

The old man stood up on the chair, walked in front of him, and said in a dark voice: "I heard that Xiao Mohan has not suffered from illness for a long time, and they will get married next month, and find a way to send him back to the west."

Mr. Hei listened, sneered in a low voice, and said: "Every generation of the Xiao family can't live past 30, don't grandpa want to see him at the age of 30, dying of pain, kneeling at our feet begging for mercy, and finally let him be cut up by five horses just like his father, chopped into pieces?"

Over the years, he endured it.

In order to wait for this day, he almost knelt down and kowtowed in front of Xiao Mohan.

He wants to subvert these lives that lose their dignity and are not as good as dogs.