Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Zhuo Shuo's deep black eyes stared at her little face.

"If you want to play, play big." Zhuo Shu said in a deep voice, pushing her down hard.

Yao Rong was knocked down by him, and she looked at him with a smile, turning her beautiful eyes slyly, holding the bottle of wine, suddenly jumped up, and poured it on Zhuo Hao's head.

"Haha." She looked at him covered in wine and threw the bottle aside with a smile.

"Looking at your appearance, Zhuo Shu, you deserve it." Yao Rong whispered, trying to run away.

After running a few steps, she looked at his figure in the mirror. Although Zhuo Shu's injuries had healed, the scars from the fire and the wounds from Mrs. Xiao's stab were still branded on his body.

"Yao Rong." He strode forward and hugged her from behind.

"Rong Rong, don't be sad! I took this knife willingly and it has nothing to do with her. Even if you meet her in the future, don't hate her!" Zhuo Shuo heard her sobbing and whispered in her ear.

"When she was young, as the wife of the Xiao family, she tried her best to save me and Wenshui. We were still young and often played on the cliff of the Xiao family. She almost died that time! I gave this knife back to her ." Zhuo Shu hugged her tightly.

"I know she is very good, so good that Chu Yan is willing to get hurt and want to save her." Yao Rong's voice was choked with sobs.

Sometimes, Yao Rong is also curious.

What kind of legendary woman was Mrs. Xiao?

How could she make this group of people protect her at all costs! To protect her, she would rather be hurt than to allow others to blame her.

"Rong Rong, thank you." Zhuo Shu stretched out his hand and straightened her face so that she looked at him.

Zhuo Shu's tall body came forward. He grabbed her waist and held her forward.

"I hope I can see her again in this life! I really want to see her." Yao Rong whispered, full of curiosity about Mrs. Xiao's affairs!

"Ah." Yao Rong cried out, holding his shoulders hard with her little hands.

What he said just now was so emotional that it made her heart ache.

"As long as she is good to Chu Yan, nothing else matters." Yao Rong whispered, how could she hate Gu Chuyan?

As a best friend, how could she stir up trouble? What's more, she never thought about making Gu Chuyan her husband.

"Yao Rong, you are indeed different." After listening to her words, Zhuo Shu finally let go of his anxious heart.

But seeing how generous she was, Zhuo Shu felt uncomfortable inside. He reached for the wine bottle and poured it into his mouth again. He drank a large bottle and felt dizzy.

"Hiss." Zhuo Shu felt pain. Looking at her tired face, he picked her up, turned around and walked outside over the broken glass on the ground.

"Zhuo Shu." Yao Rong got into his arms.

"Zhuo Shu, what you mean by playing big is this?" Yao Rong was stunned and looked at the wine he just drank.

She smelled something wrong. If it was strong alcohol, why was he still so conscious?

"What do you think?" Zhuo Shu said in a deep voice, turned around and walked forward holding a rope.

But Yao Rong rushed forward and pushed him down. Before Zhuo Shu could react, she grabbed the rope, tied him up, and whispered: "Young man, you still dare to play dirty with me?"

Zhuo Shuo swallowed and watched as she picked up the rope, tied his hands and feet, and tied them to one side. She stared at him coldly, with a sneer on her lips.

"You're not drunk?" Zhuo Shuo stared at her little face with his deep black eyes, obviously not surprised, but not doubtful either.

He tied up his hair casually, walked aside, took out a bottle of drink, and said, "What I drank just now was fruit wine, but the bottle you drank is real liquor."