Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

The housekeeper stood not far away, ran back in fright, stretched out his hand to close the door, and said, "Han Changqing, it's too cruel, my poor young master, you... Take care."

"Han Changqing, this young master made a mistake, you should get out of here immediately." Wen Wenshui rolled his eyes in pain.

"Why is this young master so troublesome?" asked Shuihui heartbroken, wanting to cry but no tears.

Not far away, Han Changqing pursed his lips and looked at Wenshui in pain.

"Crack" Han Changqing took the lighter, lit a cigarette and smoked.

"How is it?" Han Changqing calmed down, seeing Wenshui's painful appearance, he felt secretly refreshed.

Knowing Wenshui for more than 20 years, and being abused by him countless times, Han Changqing actually felt the pleasure of revenge in the first official counterattack, which was inexplicably good.

"Do you think this young master should be very good?" Wenshui raised his head stubbornly, gritted his teeth, turned his head away arrogantly, and just didn't look at him.

Han Changqing stepped forward, took a puff of cigarette, looked at Wenshui's body, reached out to lift him up, turned around and walked towards Wen'an Pavilion, opened the door, and threw Wenshui on the ground.

"Damn it, what are you grabbing me for?" Han Changqing was about to leave, but Wenshui raised his long legs and almost kicked him down.

He didn't pay attention for a while, Han Changqing was kicked by him, and he grabbed Wenshui with his backhand and threw it aside.

"Ask for water, don't make trouble." Han Changqing fell and roared angrily.

Didn't expect Wenshui to be so childish, would you still want to fight him?

Thinking of this, he raised Wenshui, punched him, and shouted coldly: "I don't have time to accompany you crazy, let go quickly, otherwise, I will kill you."

Wenshui listened, and was about to compete with him, so the two started fighting.

"Bang" Han Changqing raised his leg and kicked the questioning water away.

It's a pity, Wenshui clasped his arm, counterattacked and threw Han Changqing to the ground, and said proudly, "This young master is better than you, right?"

Seeing that Han Changqing was about to get up, Wenshui stretched out his fingers and pressed the acupuncture points on Han Changqing's legs, making him kneel on the ground softly.

With a "bang", the window was open, and the two fell from the window.

"Ouch, this young master's waist." Wen Shui snorted, feeling that his body was about to be injured, he struggled to get up.

He gritted his teeth, hating Han Changqing to death.

The two have been fighting for more than 20 years, but they haven't played enough, and they are still thinking about competing.

"Squeak." Xiao Mohan drove towards this side, almost hit him, he slammed on the brakes. /

When the car lights came on, Wen Shui stretched out his hand to block in front of him, Han Changqing's figure was agile, he turned around and dodged it, hiding in the dark, afraid that Xiao Mohan would see it.

"Han?" Wen Shui was startled, watching his good brother appear.

He got up and climbed up, turned and rolled back to the bedroom.

Unexpectedly, Han Changqing came back earlier than him, turned around and handed things over, and was kicked away by Han Changqing when the water rolled down.

"Damn it." Wenshui looked down, and he was almost bitten by a dog.

"Ask the water, if you dare to mess around in the future, I will never end with you." Han Changqing was in a happy mood. He turned and walked to the side, took out a new set of clothes to change, and strode away.

Wenshui stomped on the spot, looked at his figure, and rushed to the bathroom to take a bath.

"Ask for water." Xiao Mohan pushed the door open, walked to the bathroom door, and knocked on the door.

Hearing Xiao Mohan's voice, Wenshui was excited, fell into the water, took two sips, he was choking, coughed twice, and asked: "Han, what's the matter?"

"Chuchu has been lethargic recently, and her mental state is not good. I will help her see what's going on later." Xiao Mohan said in a deep voice, his fingertips tightened slightly, a little worried.