Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

   Chapter 1261 You Damn Woman

  He raised his foot and walked towards Wen Ange, turned and fell on the sofa, his face was ugly to the extreme, he flicked his hand and threw the white cloth aside.

  "Young Master." The butler came out in his nightgown, and when he saw Wenshui playing his temper, he held a glass of water and said respectfully: "Are you in a bad mood?"

   asked Shui Leng and glanced at him without making a sound.

  "Master, you are..." The butler secretly wiped the cold sweat, bent over and picked up the white cloth, spread it out and ready to fold it.

  The butler's hands were stiff, he looked at the water and asked respectfully: "Master, is this... yours?"

  Wen Shui was irritable, turned around with a pillow, lay on his side, and ignored him.

  The butler stood there, quickly handed the things to Wenshui’s arms, turned around and ran to the kitchen, carrying a bowl of soup, and said to Wenshui: "Master, drink the soup, just drink it!"

   asked Shui to sit up and take a sip of the soup.

  "What's this?" Asked the water and took a bite, feeling biting constantly, threw the bowl aside, and said coldly: "What did you eat less for Ben?"

  "Cow/whip nourishing kidney and strengthening soup." The butler lowered his head, holding the bowl, handed it to his mouth, and said, "Master, you eat more, which is good for your health."

  Wen Shui raised her head silently, her white and enchanting face, full of pain. The tall bridge of the nose was lightly curled, and two streams of heat slowly dripped from the nostrils.

  "Didi" blood dripped down his nostrils and dripped onto the bowl.

   "Master, you..." The butler looked at him, frightened.

  Qingshui reached out his hand and touched his nose, calmly reached out to take something, wiped his face, the butler retreated in fright, bowed his head awkwardly, and said quietly: "Master, you..."

   was pointed and pointed by the housekeeper, but also had a nosebleed, and asked the water to stand up.

   Suddenly felt that something was wrong. He looked down at the thing in his hand, opened a glance, let go of his hand, the white cloth fell to the ground, and whispered: "What is this?"

   "This... Master, this... is a bellyband visually." The butler's voice was a little low, and a bodyguard came in and heard the butler's voice, and he leaned forward.

  "...." Wenshui listened, his knuckles creaked, thinking that he had just wiped his nosebleed, he froze for a few seconds, stepped forward to grab it, and recalled the figure.

  "Could it be her?" Asked the handsome face of Shui Demon, a glimmer of astonishment flashed.

  He turned around and ran out, holding his mobile phone, calling up the monitor, and seeing the direction the figure was leaving.

  Wen Shui took a big step and ran towards the road. In the alley not far away, there was a shadow of light reflecting in the light. He stood there, mutely laughing.

  "You really didn't die." Asking Shui's heart, sparks burst out instantly.

   was assassinated that night. In order to replace the weapon, she fell into the river. He was rescued by Xiao Mohan. Although there was nothing on the surface, his heart was in distress and he kept searching.

  Unfortunately, that woman was wiped out by the world, and there was no way to find out.

   "Damn woman, you don't need to calculate this account book." Wenshui strode forward and saw that the corners of his clothes were white.

  Wen Shui stood there, rubbing his hands, his face flushed with excitement.

  He coughed deeply and cleared his throat. Striding forward, handsomely put the phone in his pocket, turned around and threw in, reaching out and holding TA from behind.

  "Don't move." The deep voice of the question, but with some tenderness.

   With his powerful arms, he moved forward and hugged him tightly. The enchanting face was pressed against his back and his fingertips tightened.

   "..." Zhou Zihao straightened his waist, stood there, silently lowered his head and looked at the hands on his abdomen, the whole person was held tightly, and his honest face changed color.

  Zhou Zihao gritted the roots of his teeth, reached out and squeezed Wenshui's hand firmly, clasping it backwards.

  (End of this chapter)