Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

   Chapter 1169 Seriously Misunderstood

   "Ah." The housekeeper hadn't recovered, was raised by Han Changqing, threw him on the sofa, and said in a cold voice, "This bowl of sober soup was overturned by him. It happened to be spilled on my body. My clothes were torn.

   "Xiao Ran came in, there is something to do." Han Changqing has always cherished words like gold, but this time, he gave a brief explanation.

  The butler listened, looking at Han Changqing blankly, and whispered: "Yes, yes."

   "Remember to let him pay for my pants." Han Changqing said coldly, and walked out in large strides.

  Xiao Mohan's figure appeared, holding a mobile phone and making a call. He heard footsteps. He raised his eyes and looked here. Seeing Han Changqing open the pants, he was stunned for a few seconds and returned to normal.

   "Well, I see." Xiao Mohan said in a deep voice, and hung up the phone.

  Han Changqing saw him, respectfully stepped forward, and whispered: "Master, the chance is slim, I'm afraid I can't find it anymore."

   "Change clothes." Xiao Mohan glanced at him, glanced lightly, and turned around with full concentration, but the corners of his mouth evoked deep meaning and walked out.

  Han Changqing listened, turned around and changed his clothes. When he walked out, he saw Xiao Mohan raise his eyes, glanced at him lightly, and said, "Get in the car and go somewhere."

   "Yes." Han Changqing answered and left with Xiao Mohan.

In Qange, the butler knelt by the bed and looked at Wenshui. His old face was very painful, and he said in a deep voice, "Master, the old slave is guilty. You shouldn't make this kind of mistake. You are so drunk and you have to endure this kind of pain." "

   "Master, my master." The butler looked excited, and covered Wenshui with a quilt, exerting all kinds of imagination.

  Thinking of this, the butler turned around and ran to look at the monitor. He watched the scene in the bedroom. The bowl in his hand fell and broke into several pieces.

   "It turned out to be a misunderstanding. Fortunately, the young master didn't drink it! It was the old slave who blamed Han Changqing." The housekeeper was relieved, and it turned out that what Han Changqing said was true.

  In the luxury car, Han Changqing drove the car seriously.

   "Master, I guess, the other party should have guessed Wenshui's identity, otherwise, there will never be a second batch of killers coming." Han Changqing whispered, killing intent in his eyes.

  They are all brothers who were born to death. Now, Wenshui was assassinated.

  Although the other party was to assassinate the woman, in the end Qoshui's identity was found out, the other party would send additional troops, and I wanted to solve Qoshui together.

  "The corpse is being dissected." Xiao Mohan whispered.

  Han Changqing turned his head, glanced at Xiao Mohan, and said in a low voice, "Master, is there a suspect?"

   "Look at it and talk about it." Xiao Mohan said in a deep voice. The phone was flashing. He clicked to read it. It was a message from Gu Chuyan. He laughed in a low voice and replied a message: "Well, I'll be back later."

  Han Changqing held the steering wheel, spitting out, saying: "Master, the housekeeper didn't know what was going on tonight. He actually took the wrong medicine. Fortunately, Xiao Ran didn't drink the water, but Xiao Ran obviously misunderstood."

   "Uncle Chen is here." Xiao Mohan said quietly, obviously knowing the reason.

  Housekeeper Chen, and this housekeeper are obviously enemies. Hearing the news, the housekeeper rushed out to hide. It was also excusable. The two dared not meet for decades.

   "Haha." Han Changqing listened and couldn't help laughing.

  Two butlers, they can laugh for a lifetime.

  Luxury Mansion

  The soft big bed, Yao Rong lay on it, until she felt better, she got up, put her hands on the bed, got up and walked to the mirror.

  If the big mirror reflected her face, the beautiful melon-seeded face was haggard a lot, the injury on her forehead had not healed yet, and her fingertips climbed up between her eyebrows.

  (End of this chapter)