Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Chapter 4181: Is this your home?

   Chapter 4181 Is this your home?

  Xiao Yiyan finished answering the phone and wanted to stand up and jumped up, but her leg pain caused her to fall into the chair.

   "Don't move around." Xiao Yichu said worriedly.

   "I'm just so happy." Xiao Yiyan said with complicated eyes.

  At least what I see now is that there is still hope.

   "It's fine if you are happy, then should you stay for a while or leave now?" Xiao Yichu asked.

  Xiao Yiyan raised her head proudly and said, "Since he is gone, what am I going to do with him? Humph! Of course it's going back home, I want to cheer up again."

  Looking at her joyful look, Xiao Yichu's heart sank.

  The happier she is, the more worried Xiao Yichu is.

  Some things are called disguise. The happier the smile on the face, the deeper the loneliness in my heart.

   "Good." Xiao Yichu said.

  After the two left, a figure walked out of the dark.

  He took his cell phone, made a call, and said, “Huo Shao, two women came just now and they forcibly broke the lock in the house.”

   "One is a normal person, and the other is in a wheelchair. He is about 20 years old," he reported.

  Huo Jiu stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking down at the night.

   "Got it." He said in a deep voice.

After    hung up, Huo Jiu turned around and looked at the book full of books.

   "Huo Shao, are you sure that Miss Xiao's legs are related to the sentiment in her back then?" The assistant looked puzzled, and no one dared to be sure about this question.

  But Huo Jiu flew back, looking for answers.

   "Even if she is poisoned, her legs will not be so close that they are about to be abolished. Maybe it has something to do with love." Huo Jiu said.

  The assistant pushed down the glasses, he got up and poured a cup of coffee and handed it to Huo Jiu, while saying: "But once the love is planted, it will not be relieved for a lifetime."

   "As long as you are emotional, you can implicate the two of you. Can it be related to Miss Xiao's injury?" the assistant said in a puzzled number one.

  Huo Jiu didn't make a sound. He drank his coffee and walked to the sofa to sit down.

  Continuing to flip through the books, her leg injury emerged in her mind.

   "Go on," he said.

  The assistant answered, turned and sat on the ground, continuing to flip through the book.

  Time passed by one minute and one second, and soon a call came in, and said to him: "Mr. Huo, I have just notified Miss Xiao and asked her to return to the series one month later."

   "Hmm." He answered.

   "Is there anything else?" Huo Jiu heard the director hesitate to say something.

  The director was startled by his voice, wiping cold sweat secretly, and said: "Mr. Huo, if this show is postponed for a month, then I wonder if it can catch up with the prime time."

   "Don't rush, I have a sense of measure." He said.

  The director listened, and he continued; "Actually, although this Miss Xiao has a good talent, she might be good if she is replaced by another actor."

  "Are you referring to Gong Ling?" Huo Jiu's voice was slightly cold.

  The director also realized that he was angry, and he dared not breathe and said, "No! We listen to your arrangements."

  Huo Jiu hung up and threw the phone aside.

  S city, at night.

  Xiao Yichu sent Xiao Qi back. She was sitting alone on the balcony. She saw a figure walking downstairs in the distance. She ran downstairs quickly and saw Mo Qingcheng's figure.

  "Is it you?" Mo Qingcheng was a little surprised when she saw Xiao Yichu.

  The two met because of the food. Although they are not friends, they are familiar people.

  "Could it be...this is your home?" Mo Qingcheng asked incredulously.

  Before, when she saw Xiao Yijue's figure, she deliberately hid, but now she came out for a walk after nightfall, but she couldn't figure out a lot of clues.

  (End of this chapter)

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