Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Finding that everyone had been dealt with by him, he got up holding her and walked towards the room. Although the room was messy, it was much warmer than the outside.

"Looks like it was sent by Yao Shengming." Yao Rong said softly.

Zhuo Bi turned around, reached out to touch her face, took a towel to wipe her hair, and said in a deep voice, "It's not Yao Shengming's."

"No? Whose is that?" She froze for a moment, thinking she had heard it wrong.

These people, who came to kill them overnight, obviously wanted to silence them.

He wiped her hair, turned around and went to the bathroom, put water in the bathtub, and said to her: "Take a hot bath, otherwise we will all have to go to the hospital tomorrow."

Yao Rong went in, reached out to turn on the faucet, and found that there was no water, the other party must have cut off the water source.

"There is no water, how are you? The weather is so cold." Yao Rong whispered, she was cold.

"This..." Zhuo Bi showed a troubled expression, with many complex expressions, and said, "I'm a big man, no need, you wash it yourself."

Yao Rong turned around, reached out to hold his hand, and found that it was extremely cold.

She said: "When is it, and you still pay attention to these things?"

"This rain came too timely, and the hot water was cut off. If you don't want to get sick, just soak for a while!" Yao Rong raised his head and said provocatively.

"En." Zhuo Bi nodded slightly, this rain was nothing to him.

The other party must have been following her and Zhuo Bi, and tampering with where they were staying. If Zhuo Bi hadn't reacted quickly, I'm afraid the two of them would have been shot into honeycombs.

"Rongrong." Zhuo Bi called her in a hoarse voice, he narrowed his narrow and deep eyes, staring closely at her delicate oval face.

"Zhuo Bi, why are you staring at me, is there something on my face?" Yao Rong felt something was wrong.

"Don't be afraid, I've made arrangements! Since the casualties are heavy, they won't come back easily, and they haven't figured out how many of us there are." Zhuo Bi couldn't help calling her name.

Yao Rong's feet were anxious, he escaped from the bathroom, wiped his hair, and climbed onto the bed.

When he returned to the bedroom, Yao Rong was already lying down.

"Rest early, we will leave after dawn." Zhuo Bi.

"Zhuo Bi." Yao Rong called him in a low voice, turned over and asked, "Who is going to kill you? We left S City quietly, and even Xiao Mohan and Chu Chu didn't know where we were."

The corner of Zhuo Bi's mouth twitched into a smile, but avoided her question and said, "Don't worry about it, go to bed earlier."

Who it is, Zhuo Li already knows in his heart.

It's good for them to come, but Zhuo Bi is afraid that they won't come.

If you don't come, it will prove that his previous guess was wrong. Xiao Mohan also reminded him that this trip is risky, but Zhuo Bi took the risk with his own body in order to prove...

"Okay." Seeing this, Yao Rong closed his eyes.

Zhuo Bi looked at her sleeping with her eyes closed, he hesitated a few times, then lowered his head and kissed her forehead.

Brushing the hair on her forehead, her deep black eyes were full of doting love, she smiled deeply, and said to her: "Don't worry, I'm here, you have a good dream."

"Han, it's me." Zhuo Li stretched out his hand, picked up Yao Rong's cell phone, and dialed Xiao Mohan's number.

"Action?" Xiao Mohan was obviously not surprised when he received his call.

"Yes, as I expected, Han, you can do it now."

Chatting with Xiao Mohan on the phone, the corner of Zhuo Li's mouth curled into a sneer, and looking down at her little face, the sneer instantly softened.

The rain was like that murder, after the death, the rain gradually stopped, the night was quiet, no one came to disturb, Zhuo Bi and Yao Rong had no dreams all night.

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