Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

"Mo Han, grandpa was just joking." Gu Chuyan was left there, looking at Xiao Mohan, she couldn't help swallowing.

When Xiao Mohan stepped forward, Gu Chuyan turned around, climbed to the head of the bed, and opened the drawer.

"Bell" At this moment, the phone rang, Gu Chuyan rushed forward, grabbed the phone, saw the number, and said in a daze, "Mo Han, whose number is this?"

It looked a little familiar, but she couldn't remember it, and she was a little cautious about the unsaved number.

Xiao Mohan said in a deep voice, "I don't want to use it anymore."

In Ruoda's bedroom, the two snatched the phone, and the phone fell to the ground with a "clang" and was stepped on by Gu Chuyan. She vaguely heard a voice coming from the other end of the phone, and she and him looked at each other.

"Is it the funeral parlor?" The other end of the phone cursed directly, and Gu Chuyan quickly said "wrong number" and hung up the phone.

The more she heard, the more something was wrong, and then the two looked at each other, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

Gu Chuyan remembered that in Zhuo's courtyard, when she was picked up by Xiao Mohan, she passed out, and when she woke up, she drank a glass of water and couldn't help asking him, but he walked over and said to her: "My husband now Just to help you remember."

She looked at Xiao Mohan's handsome face, the masculine lines met his deep black eyes, and she seemed to lose herself in his eyes.

"Chu Chu, you may become a mother tonight." Xiao Mohan said.

Gu Chuyan listened, smiled happily, and said, "Impossible..."

He went to take a bath, changed his clothes and went out. Han Changqing leaned there, thinking for some reason, Xiao Mohan stepped forward, and he came back to his senses.

"What are you thinking?" Xiao Mohan asked in a low voice.

Han Changqing patted his head in embarrassment, stood up straight, and said with a smile: "Suddenly remembered when I was young, I caused trouble and was chased and beaten by my grandfather. As a result, he accidentally fell into the ditch."

"Let's go." Xiao Mohan listened, smiled in a low voice, and said to him: "I haven't been to Zhuo's wine cellar for many years, so I went to see if there is anything good."

"Yes." Han Changqing listened and followed excitedly.

The two walked across the yard and walked towards the wine cellar. Seeing a piece of black paint, they pushed open the door and went in. The smell of wine came from their nostrils, and a figure flashed out.

Late at night, in a certain courtyard.

Xiao Nan drank the medicine, sat upright by the bed, put his hands on his lap, saw the butler standing respectfully in front of him, stood up, went to the window with his hands behind his back, and pushed it open.

"Character is indeed rare, but my Xiao family has never made an exception." Xiao Nan said in a low voice, as if he was thinking about something.

At this moment, he is completely inconsistent with his funny appearance before.

The butler stepped forward, stood behind him, and said respectfully: "Master, I see that the young master really loves her very much."

"I heard before that Gu Chuyan almost risked her life for the young master."

Hearing what he said, Xiao Nan turned around slowly, looked at the butler, and said, "You old bastard, you turned a corner and scolded me?"

"The old slave doesn't dare." The housekeeper bowed his head and said.

Xiao Nan listened, suddenly smiled, and said, "That girl is really interesting."

The butler helped him to the bed and sat down. Xiao Nan was lying on the bed, suddenly thought of something, and said, "How about the box I gave her earlier?"

"It's already given to the young master, but she doesn't seem to read it." The housekeeper responded respectfully.

Xiao Nan breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, and said, "It seems that she is indeed not someone who was planted in Xiao's house to steal things."

Many people stared at Xiao's family and squeezed their heads wanting those secrets.

He once suspected that Gu Chuyan and Xiao Mohan were together for a purpose, and only let her go at the beginning, but looking back now, it was a coincidence but not a coincidence.