Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

   Chapter 1185 The bullet passed through the car window and almost killed

  His words came to an end. The door of Gu's house was unlocked. Someone pushed in. Xiao Mohan appeared tall and walked towards the hall.

   "Mo Han?" Gu Chuyan heard the familiar footsteps and vaguely smelled a particularly pleasant smell in the air, and she got up with joy.

  Getting up from the sofa and turning to see Xiao Mohan's figure, she ran forward quickly.

  "Drinking?" Xiao Mohan asked her quietly as he watched her step forward, smelling a light drink.

  Xiao Mohan raised his eyes, his deep black eyes stared at Gu Chengdong, the two of them stared at each other, but were silent.

   "Drink a little." Gu Chuyan said, Xiao Mohan reached out and held her little hand, gathered her hair, looked at Gu Chengdong and said, "I will pick her up."

  Gu Chengdong listened, put his hands in his pockets, and said, “It’s really late. S City has not been peaceful recently.”

   "It's not peaceful." There was something in Xiao Mohan's words, and he gave Gu Chengdong a light look.

  Afu ran out, carried a box and handed it to her, saying: "I have stewed the soup for the little master. The child should pay attention to maintenance, otherwise the root of the disease will easily fall."

   "Okay." Gu Chuyan took the box and left with Xiao Mohan.

  Gu Chengdong followed behind, watching Xiao Mohan's hand holding her shoulder, his deep black eyes sinking slightly, his emotions flashed away.

   "Wait, I have something to find him, and I will be fine soon." Xiao Mohan opened the car door, let her sit in, fastened her seat belt, raised his eyes to look at Gu Chengdong, and said to her.

  Gu Chuyan watched Xiao Mohan step forward and stood opposite Gu Chengdong. They didn't know what they were talking about.

   Their voices were so low that she didn't hear them.

"What is this?" Gu Chuyan looked at the car window, stretched out her hand and touched it, and found scratches. She couldn't help but froze for a few seconds. She stretched out her hand and touched again, and said in disbelief, "It's the bullet scratches. Could it be when I came here? , Was tricked?"

  She rubbed her fingertips there, completely shocked.

  Because there was a delay in talking with her subordinates, she didn't pay attention to the surrounding environment while driving. Now, in retrospect, maybe someone wanted to kill her.

  But Xiao Mohan's car is bulletproof! No matter the car body or the glass window, bullets can not break, but can leave scratches on the glass window, presumably the power of the bullet is very powerful.

  "Squeak" she stretched out her hand, took the car's instrument watch, and looked back.

  Gu Chuyan stared at the screen. When she was parking at Gu’s house, there was a figure standing behind a tree. The bullet passed through the car window, but was bounced back.

  At that time, because she saw Gu Chengdong, she might be too careless and didn't notice it.

   "Would you like to go shopping?" Xiao Mohan sat in the driving seat, saw her holding the instrument watch, the man's quiet black eyes glanced at her fingertips.

  He reached for it and put it back.

  Xiao Mohan's black eyes swept over the car window intentionally and unintentionally, and said nothing, as if he didn't know what was going on.

   "I don't want to go shopping anymore, I want to go back to see Xiao Yijue, is his fever gone?" Gu Chuyan said softly.

  How can she be too self-willed on such an uneven night? Besides, she feels distressed when she thinks that Xiao Yijue is hot all over, so how can she have the mind to play?

   "Not yet." Xiao Mohan said, reversing and heading towards the mountainside.

  Along the way, Gu Chuyan was silent, with that scene in her mind. If the car was not bulletproof, she might have been shot through.

  Also, is someone following her? And she didn't notice it?

  Back halfway up the mountain, Gu Chuyan turned around, ran upstairs, and opened the study door.

  If the large study room is very quiet, the little fox is lying on the edge of the sofa, sleeping soundly, the lamp on the table is dim, but it lights up the sofa.

  (End of this chapter)