Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

  Chapter 335 I want to save my image

  Han Changqing turned and left, and then turned around, Xiao Mohan stretched out his hand, covering his left arm, only seeing blood oozing out there, he took a big step and walked inside.

   Seeing explosives buried here, he stretched out his hand to tear the lead wire off.

   Xiao Mohan raised his head, looked around, and when he checked the corpse, he saw a dark figure rushing towards him.

   "Cold."

   Zhuo Yin's figure appeared, he stepped forward, Xiao Mohan stretched out his hand and pushed him out: "Don't come close."

   "Han, what's the matter?" Zhuo Di was taken aback, looked at him and asked.

  Xiao Mohan stepped back and said in a deep voice, “These corpses have decayed. There may be a problem. The people in the orphanage may have been transferred in advance.”

   Zhuo Yin listened, and glanced at Xiao Mohan.

   "That kid just now." Zhuo Di blurted out, and the two left from the side.

  Just after leaving, Han Changqing called: "Master, the child who was sent to the hospital just now was robbed halfway! The medical staff is dead."

  Receiving a call from Han Changqing, Xiao Mohan's face looked terrible.

   "Pop." He put the phone back to one side, clenching his fists: "It's so horrible."

   Zhuo Lin held the steering wheel and held it hard: "Han, what should I do now?"

   "Han, are you injured?" Zhuo Li suddenly turned his head and found that on Xiao Mohan's left shoulder, blood was dripping down his hand to one side.

   Zhuo Di drove the car and headed towards Wen'ange.

   Hearing the sound of a car in the middle of the night, the old butler put on his coat and got up in a hurry.

   "What's wrong, San Ye, why are you injured?" The old butler rushed forward.

  Xiao Mohan stepped forward, stretched out his hand to tear off his shirt, grabbed the scalpel, poked it towards the wound, pierced in forcefully, and cut the flesh away.

   "Hiss." Upon seeing Zhuo Li, he gritted his teeth and took a step back.

  I saw Xiao Mohan stretch out his hand, took a bottle of white wine, and poured it towards the wound.

  The old housekeeper took the gauze and wrapped it up for him. Xiao Mohan went to get a piece of clothing and put it on, and hurriedly went out.

  He took two steps, stopped suddenly, turned around and said, "Butler, I want you to help me."

"San Ye, you said." The old housekeeper was serious, and stepped forward respectfully. Standing in front of him, Xiao Mohan whispered to him. The old housekeeper looked up, glanced at him, and nodded: "Yes, old slave. It must be done."

  S City, several explosions occurred in the middle of the night, causing a sensation in the whole city.

  Mr. Hei was in constant danger of life. He rescued a seriously injured child in the sea fire. He was seriously injured and sent to first aid, which aroused the admiration and love of the whole people.

  Hospital, VIP ward

  There are many people outside, who send flowers and fruits.

   "Mr. Hei is too badly hurt, take these gifts back!" At this moment, the secretary came out and said to the crowd onlookers.

  After doing ideological work for a long time, they dispersed.

  In the ward, Yao Rong couldn't sleep. She got up and walked out, her small face was white and bloodless, but she was in good spirits. When she heard the noise, she opened the door and went out.

  I saw only one nurse, passing in front of her.

  Yao Rong wanted to go back to the room, but saw the nurse standing at the door of Ah Fu, looking around nervously, opened the door and walked in.

  Seeing this scene, she walked towards the ward.

  I saw in the ward, the lights were not turned on, the curtains were drawn down, and the nurse was holding the syringe, preparing to give Ah Fu an injection.

   "Who?" The nurse turned around, Yao Rong rushed in, reached out and clasped her wrist, pushed her aside, and whispered, "Afu won't get an injection."

  Seeing Yao Rong, the nurse was taken aback, sticking out his left hand from his pocket, and stabbing Yao Rong's abdomen with a scalpel.

  When Yao Rong saw this, he clasped her left hand with his backhand, twisted hard, and the scalpel tilted to the side. Yao Rong lifted his knee and pushed it towards her.

  (End of this chapter)