Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

   Chapter 1539 Will detox my body

  In the study, Xiao Mohan and Zhuo Li, Wen Shui are discussing something, vaguely heard the roar, Wen Shui opened the door, walked out, and roared: "Ben Shao is talking, who is he..."

  Him. Mom didn't know what was interesting, and hadn't said a few words, asked the water angrily and kicked it.

  "Bang" Mr. Hei was kicked in the face and his nosebleeds spurted out. He was startled by the water. Seeing Mr. Hei's painful appearance, he asked in a deep voice: "Nigger, you bleeding?"

  Mr. Black got up from the pain, pointed to his face and said: "Have you ever seen your aunt's flow out of her nostrils?"

"Aren't you running?" asked Shui calmly and asked, with his hand around his chest, handsomely leaning there, and said quietly: "You should go to the supermarket to buy diapers. What do you do with Ben Shao? It has to be sold."

   "..." Mr. Hei was in pain all over, like being sucked by tens of millions of leech. He was teased by the water, and he almost wanted to hit him to death.

"You promised that as long as I take you to save Xiao Mohan's daughter, I will be detoxified. I am poisoned...poof, the poison has broken out." Mr. Hei gritted his teeth and said, falling to the ground and rolling constantly. .

  Xiao Mohan’s voice came from inside, saying: "Help him."

   "Okay." Asking the water and listening, Mr. Hei got up and dragged him into the bathroom, grabbed his head firmly, and pressed it inside.

   "Plop." Mr. Hei struggled, his whole face was pressed inside with a "glur", and he took two sips of water.

  Mr. Black grasped the edge with both hands, until he was about to suffocate. When asked, he lifted it up forcefully and sprayed the bottle of medicine on his face.

   "Ah." Mr. Hei covered his face with a terrible cry, Zhuo Li stood there holding an apple, looked at this scene, glanced at Wenshui, and turned back to the study.

   "Ask the water, ah." Mr. Black struggled, trying to scream at the water.

  Who knows asked Shui to kick him away, and said coldly: "What is it called? This is a quiet place, Shao Ben. If you make any noise, get out of Ben Shao’s site."

   When asked, the water screamed, Mr. Black seemed to be insulted. When he was about to go crazy, he found that he was all comfortable, and all the pain of the poison just disappeared.

   "Don't stare at Ben Shao. Although it is your antidote, it is also Ben Shao's mind! Don't give it any idea, get out of it." Wenshui roared.

  Mr. Black listened to the words "Although it is your antidote", staring blankly, his hands a little itchy.

  Looking at Mr. Hei’s eyes, Qiao Shui's smile deepened, but he lifted his face not to look good.

   "Give you three seconds, get off." Wenshui was domineering, turned and walked towards the study, closed the door hard, leaned against the door, and stared at Xiao Mohan and Zhuo Zi who were sitting on the sofa.

  In the quiet study room, on the bright red sofa, Xiao Mohan took a sip of red wine, and quickly tapped on the notebook with his fingertips. Zhuo Li was eating an apple and flipping through the documents.

   "Han." Zhuo Di handed him the document, poked a place with a pen, and said: "This is feasible, the plan for the next year, if it is incorporated into..."

   "Hmm." Xiao Mohan listened, took the document, moved the wine away, looked at the copy, took Zhuo's pen, drew a circle, and said, "The focus is on us..."

  The two were discussing official business, and Wen Shui strode forward, and said in a low and puzzled voice: "Look."

   Hearing the sound of questioning water, the two raised their eyes and saw that inside the monitor, Mr. Hei rolled up his sleeves,.... Xiao Mohan narrowed his silent black eyes.

   "He's... stealing the toilet?" Zhuo Li was stunned. In the monitor, Mr. Hei found the tools and asked no one in the Ange (in fact, he was hiding in the dark to see him).

  PS: Recommend the author’s old article: "Billions of Honey Marriage: Mysterious Mo Shao's Sweet and Beautiful Wife" Welcome to the pit, it is the finished pet article.

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