Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

"Xiao Ran likes to listen to gossip." Han Changqing reminded him.

Wen Shui gritted his teeth, and said with a ruthless heart, "Ben Shao will be the host tonight, so you can drink whatever you want."

"The wine storehouse at home has been running out of wine recently." Han Changqing said with a long sigh, obviously implying something.

Wenshui clenched his fists tightly, gave him a hard look, and said, "Young Master, wait a minute, and someone will bring you a cart of wine."

"The first class?" Han Changqing said.

"Come on, wait!" Wenshui said, almost having the urge to strangle him to death.

"It's easy to say." Han Changqing stepped on the accelerator and walked away. Wenshui squinted his black eyes and looked at the night, obviously thinking about something.

In the dark alley, a figure flashed and climbed down from above.

"Shameless," she snapped, turning and walking forward.

A black stretched Slessan was coming this way, she strode forward, opened the car door and got in, and said, "Someone go find out who the man in the blue shirt is, get rid of him."

"Yes." The driver responded without daring to neglect.

Sitting in the car, she stretched out her hand to unbutton her suit and change into a coat. She hesitated and said, "What did you just say?"

"Miss, check, if you can't find out that person's background, I'm afraid you won't be offended." The bodyguard said in a low voice. He was obviously a little nervous when he received the call.

"Is there someone in the world that I can't mess with?" She sneered, her tone quite arrogant.

Ask about the underwater car and prepare to enter the bar.

Feeling cold behind his back, he sneezed, as if someone was staring at him, he turned around and looked behind, but there was nothing.

"What are you doing?" Han Changqing was grabbed by the arm, he looked at Wenshui coldly, and pushed him away.

Wen Shui touched the tip of his nose, turned his head frequently and said, "Are you scolding Ben Shao?"

"Fuck you." Wenshui listened and walked towards the bar.

Fighting wine, being poured by Han Changqing, Wenshui lay directly on the sofa, was carried back by Han Changqing and thrown into the guest room, he turned and walked out.

"Master." Han Changqing went to get a bottle of water and opened it. Seeing Xiao Mohan's figure, he stepped forward.

Xiao Mohan walked to the sofa and sat down, Han Changqing followed.

"How is your body recovering?" Xiao Mohan glanced at him and asked.

"The poison is gone, you don't have to worry about it." Han Changqing said, squeezed the cap off the bottle and took a sip of water, holding the water bottle, he said, "Master, do you have something on your mind?"

"Rest early." Xiao Mohan said, got up and walked outside.

He took a big step, walked towards the back mountain, and quickly disappeared into the night.

Han Changqing turned and went back to the room, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

The next day, Gu Chuyan lay down for a long time, slowly got out of bed, changed her clothes, walked downstairs, and vaguely heard noises coming from the kitchen.

"Mo Han." She whispered, holding her long hair with her small hands.

Walking to the door of the kitchen, Gu Chuyan took half a step back in fright.

In the kitchen, chicken feathers were flying all over the sky, hovering in the air, and slowly falling to the ground.

Wenshui stood there, holding the chicken with his hands, grabbing it hard, and pulling the chicken feathers. When he found the chicken screaming a few times, he stretched out his hand to cover his mouth.

"Heck, heck, heck." The chicken kept crowing and struggling.

Wenshui's hair was disheveled, and he obviously didn't wake up. He squinted his peach blossom eyes and looked at the chicken that was moving around. Without thinking, he reached out and grabbed the knife.

He slashed hard at the chicken's neck, blood spattered, and the chicken was split in half.

With a "snap", he then threw the knife aside.

Wenshui rolled up his sleeves, tugged at the chicken feathers, and threw it up casually.

"Aww." Smelling the smell of chicken, the little fox rushed over, and when he saw the appearance of asking for water, he backed away in fright, and his chubby body fell to the ground.