Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

"No, provided no one knows her identity." Xiao Mohan said.

Wenshui raised his head and leaned back. His mind was full of blood in the bedroom and hall. He clenched his fists and said, "Han, I want to go to Feng's house."

Xiao Mohan was silent. At this moment, there were anxious footsteps outside, and the car door was grabbed and opened with force.

Zhuo Shu's masculine face was a little gloomy. He got into the car, looked at Wenshui, and said, "Wenshui, to be honest, what is the chance of success if we give birth early and receive medical care and call the fetus?"

"Are you referring to the probability of fetal survival, or Yao Rong?" Wenshui put the mineral water aside, wiped his pants with a tissue, and said in a low and confused voice.

Originally planning to go to Feng's house, after being reminded by Zhuo Shu, Wenshui suddenly realized that Yao Rong's best period had arrived, and it would be more dangerous if he missed it.

"Yao Rong." Zhuo Shu said, his hands folded together unconsciously.

Xiao Mohan was sitting in the driver's seat. His phone vibrated a few times. He answered the call. After a long time, he said in a deep voice: "Yes, I understand."

Zhuo Shu reached out, opened the small drawer, took out a bottle of wine and poured it into the wine. He held the goblet and raised his hand to shake the red wine. The red wine in the glass was shaken by him and rotated into a beautiful arc around the edge of the glass.

"Hiss." Zhuo Shu picked up the red wine and drank it in one gulp.

He put down the glass heavily, leaned back and turned to look out the window, with an uneasy look on his face. He looked at Wenshui with a stern look and said, "Brother, I'm begging you."

Yao Rong was pregnant with a stillborn fetus. Logically speaking, keeping a stillborn fetus in the belly for so long would be particularly harmful to an adult's health, but Yao Rong insisted that this was her desire as a mother.

Once the child is born, even if it is stillborn, I am afraid that Yao Rong will collapse and the sky will fall.

"Cold." Asked the sailor, he unconsciously grabbed the armrest and held on tightly.

If Zhuo Shu hadn't appeared, I'm afraid he would have gone to Feng's house at this moment, rushing in desperately to find Feng Tianjing, losing his mind like a crazy monkey.

But now, he couldn't ignore Zhuo Shu.

"Go to Zhuozhai." Wenshui said in a deep voice. Xiao Mohan raised his eyes, glanced at Wenshui, raised a meaningful smile on his lips, and said to him: "Trust me."

"Yes." Wenshui responded, and Zhuo Shu sat there, wondering why the two of them were so dumbfounded.

Until his phone vibrated and several messages came in, Zhuo Shu looked at Wenshui in shock and asked in a deep voice: "Feng Tianjing is missing?"

"Yeah." Wenshui nodded. The monster's face was full of worry, but he couldn't leave.

Zhuo Shu's hands were trembling, and he was holding the phone tightly. He looked deeply at Wenshui, his voice was extremely hoarse, and he asked: "What will happen if I delay it any longer?"

Zhuo Shuo estimated that he must not be selfish and leave Wenshui behind because of Yao Rong.

Although Wenshui didn't say it, everyone tacitly understood that Feng Tianjing was too important to him.

"You will die." Wenshui said.

As Zhuo Zhuo listened, his dark pupils shrank in an instant, and something strange passed through his heart. He moved his lips, but Wenshui pressed his hand.

Wenshui looked at Zhuo Shu and whispered, "It's okay."

Two words, Wenshui almost burst out from the roots of his teeth. His fingertips were full of chills, revealing the panic in his heart, but he could not abandon Zhuo Shu, otherwise, Yao Rong would be killed and two people would die.

"Brother, thank you." Zhuo Shu's eyes were red. He reached out and hugged Wenshui's shoulders, hugging him tightly. He said nothing more, but his Adam's apple moved.

Xiao Mohan compiled a message and sent it, then drove towards the house.