Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

  Chapter 1172 Who killed Zhuo, was he from the Xiao family?

   "Hiss." When asked about the pain, he sat up and looked around the familiar bedroom.

  He got up and looked at the ground, he smelled a smell, his face changed slightly, and he said coldly, "The housekeeper."

  Sit on the sofa and dozed off. Hearing the sound of asking for water, the housekeeper ran forward quickly, helped him to get up, and asked respectfully: "Young master, the old slave is here."

  Qing Shui raised his eyes, stared at him coldly, pointed to the ground and asked: "What smell is this?"

  "Chu Huan Tang." The butler lowered his head and said honestly.

  His enchanting face, staring at the butler full of questioning, turned and sat on the side of the bed, and said, “How can there be such a thing in this young man’s room?”

  The butler listened, stepped back in fear, silently raised his eyes, looked at Wenshui with a guilty conscience, and said in a deep voice, "Master, the old slave has something to do, so I took the wrong medicine."

  "Can you drink less for Ben?" asked Shui with a terrible face.

  He felt sore in his waist. Could something happen to him that he didn’t know?

   "No, it's overturned, it's overturned." The butler listened, scared to see the cold sweat, he waved his hand and shook his head quickly, ran forward and said, "Master, how dare the old slave let you drink?"

  Qing Shui listen, lift him up, turn around to open the window, throw the housekeeper directly out of the window, close the window forcefully, turn around and walk to the bed, pick up the phone.

  Looking at the news, he rubbed his forehead.

   "Han, haven't found it yet?" The voice asking the water was obviously a little lost.

  The woman, too bad, too capricious and too naughty, tortured him completely without skin, but at the critical moment, she rescued him twice, and her life and death were unknown.

  At this moment, his inner emotions are unknown.

   "Hmm." Xiao Mohan's magnetic voice answered in a deep voice.

  Qing Shui pursed his thin lips, his eyes fell on the bracelet on the table, and he whispered, "Young Master Ben knows."

  He glanced at the bracelet, turned and walked out.

   Seeing Zhuo Li's long legs staggered and leaning on one side, I don't know what to think, and a little fascinated.

  "Why are you here?" Wenshui strode forward, and Zhuo Li was so frightened that he almost dropped the phone and was quickly caught by his hand. He raised his eyes and glanced at Wenshui.

   Zhuo Lin walked aside, took out a bottle of red wine, and poured a glass.

   "There are some things, I didn't clear my head." Zhuo Di held the goblet and shook it a few times, then looked at the night outside the window.

   Asking the water to listen, he stepped forward lightly.

   "Someone is plotting tonight, but his skill is obviously the Xiao family's moves. When I was about to catch him alive, he committed suicide." Zhuo Li touched the edge of the cup with his fingertips.

   asked the water and listened, the whole person was frightened in a cold sweat.

   "The Xiao family's moves? How is it possible?" When asked Shui swallowed his saliva, the whole person was a lot of energy, and he whispered, "Even if it is from the Xiao family, some people may not know it."

  They were fortunate enough to meet, so they are still fresh in their memory.

  Zuo Lin squeezed a smile, silently glanced at the water, and said: "Forget it, bear with me, when Han is 30 years old, I have to rely on it, what do you think?"

   "If it weren't for this, Ben Shaoqi would kill it." Qushui said coldly.

  He turned his head away with anger, the little fox opened silently on the ground, got up, turned and ran out the window, disappearing into the night.

   "Where is Yao Rong?" Zhuo Di stepped forward, opened the door of the guest room, and walked in.

   Seeing that she was not there, he searched every corner, including the bathroom, and found that there was no one except Yao Shengba who was lying on the bed.

   "Climbed the window and left?" Asking to listen, walk in and take a look.

  It was found that the window was closed, but there was a footprint on it, and Yao Rong had probably crawled out of the window.

  Qing Shui raised his eyes silently, with some sympathy for Zhuo Li, and said: "It seems that your charm is not as good as cold! My sister-in-law is committed to cold, how about you?"

  (End of this chapter)