Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Xiao Ran looked deeply at Lian Chenyue, clenched his hands into fists, and punched him in the chest.

"What's going on?" Han Changqing and Wenshui rushed over and saw the two of them standing outside the door, smoking cigarettes casually, as if they couldn't hear the miserable screams.

Xiao Ran turned around and waved his hand inside, saying: "I want to sow discord, probably because... I have taken a fancy to Master Lian's fair and tender body."

"Fuck." As soon as Xiao Ran finished speaking, Lian Chenyue punched him, causing him to quickly hold his arms and step back half a meter, keeping a distance from him.

Wenshui stood there without going in, but just looked at them deeply.

"Is your woman okay?" Xiao Ran looked at Han Changqing's silence, handed him a cigarette, and lit it for him.

Han Changqing took the cigarette and lit it, took a long puff, blew out the smoke ring and said in a deep voice: "The tendon in my hand is broken, so I can't use any force."

"Go back and guard." Xiao Ran listened and said to him.

Han Changqing didn't think too much about it. He nodded to the others, took two puffs of cigarette, and then left anxiously. When he returned to the room, he saw Feng Wu sitting on the chair. The lights were not turned on in the bedroom, and there was no sound. Pitch black.

"I just heard some noise and went out for a while." Han Changqing looked at her sitting and wanted to turn on the light.

Feng Wu watched his actions and whispered, "Don't leave."

"Okay." When Han Changqing heard her words, he retracted his raised hand.

He didn't say anything, just stood not far away, looking at her, looking at each other in the air, silent but better than the sound. Han Changqing walked over, squatted in front of her, and knelt on the ground with one knee.

"Does it still hurt?" Han Changqing reached out to touch her injured hand, but before his fingertips touched it, his hand shook and he retracted.

Feng Wu sat there motionless, looking at Han Changqing and saying, "Let's break up."

Those three words were like a knife piercing Han Changqing's heart. He raised his head sharply and looked at Feng Wu in disbelief. His throat felt as if it was stuck. After a long time, he found his voice.

"Why?" Han Changqing asked in a low voice, which was so bitter that it made him uncomfortable.

Feng Wu sat there calmly, looked at him calmly and said, "My hands are disabled, I'm afraid I won't be able to get out."

"I will take you away even if I kneel down." Han Changqing said, Feng Wu said nothing, leaned back, and sat there without saying a word, just looking at Han Changqing indifferently, looking at him for a long time without blinking.

Until Han Changqing stood up and held her in his arms.

"Even if you die, I will take you back to the Xiao family. This place does not belong to me, nor does it belong to you." Han Changqing said.

Feng Wu didn't push him away, and she didn't have the strength. Her hand tendons were severed by herself. Although she was brought back by Wenshui, she couldn't use force for the time being, let alone push him away. I'm afraid it would be a problem to eat.

"Between us, it's just for fun, you don't have to take it seriously. A man should be able to afford it and let it go. Han Changqing, when you follow Xiao Mohan, you should know that a man shouldn't delay things for the sake of his children's personal affairs. I'm not worth it. You are like this." Feng Wu said.

She knew how to pretend to be crazy, and Han Changqing saw through it, so she simply stopped pretending and just calmly discussed the matter with him.

"So what? Whether it's worth it or not, I have the final say." Han Changqing said. He hugged her tighter, almost hollowing out his body and stuffing her in. He lowered his head and bit her ear and said: " I won’t give up on getting out, and I won’t give up on you.”

"If I can still get out alive, let's get married." Han Changqing said.