Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Wenshui looked at Gu Chengdong, who came over and blocked his way, preventing him from getting close to Lian Ruoqing, and said, "Don't look, the child is gone."

"What?" Gu Chengdong listened, and it was like a bolt from the blue. His handsome and masculine face changed slightly, becoming as heavy as an approaching storm. His voice seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he couldn't scream.

Gu Chengdong pushed away the water, walked quickly to the bed, and picked up Lian Ruoqing.

"How could this happen?" Gu Chengdong said in a deep voice. He looked at her pale face with his dark eyes and touched her cheek with his fingertips. He found that the skin was cold and dead, and his hands were trembling violently.

Gu Chuyan was sitting there, seeing the despair in his eyes, and wanted to get up and say something, but was stopped by Xiao Mohan, who shook his head.

"Drink something." Xiao Mohan turned around and sat on the chair, picked her up, let her sit on his lap, put the water glass to her mouth, let her take a sip of water, and dipped her pink mouth into it. wet.

Xiao Mohan's generous palm landed on her waist, hugged her tightly and turned his face towards her, looking down at her, asking her to look at him.

"What's going on?" Gu Chuyan asked Xiao Mohan softly with her lips. The man raised his handsome eyebrows, and a faint smile appeared on his impeccable handsome face. He pressed her into his arms and asked in a deep voice: "I want to Know?"

"Yeah." Gu Chuyan asked in a low voice, but he picked her up and walked out.

Gu Chengdong held Lian Ruoqing and looked at her face turning pale, her skin cold, and the blood on her clothes drying up. He put her on the bed with trembling fingertips.

"Do you want to marry her? Even if you die, do you want to marry her? But you are Feng Tianjing's fiancé now. What identity do you have to face her?" Wenshui stood there, holding out a cigarette and throwing it to his mouth. He held it in his mouth, but didn't light it up.

Gu Chengdong stood up and walked towards Wenshui with his tall body. The two stood there with eyes shining together.

"Save her." Gu Chengdong said in a deep voice. When he saw Wenshui's handsome face looking up at the devil, he looked like I didn't hear him.

Gu Chengdong clenched his fists. He knew that Wenshui's calm expression was just to decide whether to save people or not depending on whether he was in a good mood.

"Save her, and I will cancel the engagement." After Gu Chengdong was silent for a few seconds, he knew what Wenshui wanted to do, and brought Lian Ruoqing to threaten him to cancel the wedding. Otherwise, Wenshui would be the third party. As a son of a rich family, he naturally Care about this.

Wenshui listened, picked up the phone and said, "I recorded it and sent it to Feng Tianjing."

He walked to the bedside with his mobile phone, took out a bottle of medicine and gave it to Lian Ruoqing to smell. She choked and coughed twice and woke up. She said feebly: "What's wrong with me? Why does it hurt so much?"

"Fengjin asked you not to have sex for three months. Did you do something last night?" Wenshui said in a deep voice.

Gu Chengdong listened and looked at Lian Ruoqing. She blushed and thought about last night, when Gu Chengdong drank some wine and cried out that he felt uncomfortable. She couldn't bear to look at him, so... Secretly put him to sleep.

"Me." Lian Ruoqing thought of this and was afraid that Gu Chengdong would hit her. She quickly covered her face and put it on her knees, not daring to even look at him.

Wenshui stood up, glanced at them, and said, "The kids are here."

Thinking that Feng Tianjing was going to terminate their engagement with Gu Chengdong, Wenshui felt refreshed. When he turned around, he stretched out his hand to drag the doctor who had fallen to the ground away, and closed the door for them with his backhand.

"Last night, you and I, are you sure?" Gu Chengdong couldn't help but tremble when he heard Wenshui's words. He did drink some wine last night, and the alcohol content was very high. The man could not help but feel a little uncomfortable, as if he had a dream.