Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

He never dreamed that he was so unlucky. He immediately threw off his clothes and looked at the naked man and woman staring at him. He turned around and punched the two of them unconscious.

"Bah." Zhou Hao was furious and ran out.

I found that Xiao Yijue was no longer in the VIP box except for the wine glass.

"BOSS, BOSS." Zhou Hao turned around and kept shouting.

Unfortunately, Xiao Yijue was nowhere to be seen. He called his bodyguards in a panic, only to hear them say, "The boss gave us leave, so we didn't know."

Zhou Hao was so worried that he turned around and drank the wine on the table.

"Why are one or two so uneasy?" he said irritably.

He had just gone to the toilet. Was Xiao Yijue drunk and kidnapped? As far as he knew, Xiao Yijue was a huge drinker. How could ordinary people drink better than him?

"Are you dating Pao?" He was startled by the idea.

He took a deep breath and was about to buy a box of TT to save Xiao Yijue when he almost ran into a wall of flesh. He was so shocked that he took two steps back and saw Xiao Yijue leaning in front of the door holding red wine.

"What are you panicking about?" Xiao Yijue asked in a deep voice.

Zhou Hao swallowed what he just thought alive. He touched his head and took the goblet and poured it into his mouth. He heard him say: "That's disinfectant."

"Pfft." Zhou Hao squirted out a mouthful of water.

He wiped his mouth quickly and sat there silently, with his hands folded in front of his chest.

"BOSS." At this time, a bodyguard strode in, came to Xiao Yijue's side, and whispered: "The surveillance on the section of road you are looking for has been updated recently, so it has been completely removed."

Xiao Yijue's hand holding the wine froze for a moment, his dark eyes darkened slightly, and he said, "I know."

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the entire box became terrifyingly dark, as if it had suddenly turned into winter. Zhou Hao touched the tip of his nose and looked at each other with the bodyguard.

"Bang!" The wine glass Xiao Yijue was holding broke.

They looked at each other inexplicably, then immediately turned around and walked out, disappearing from his sight.

The moment the door closed, he took out a necklace from his pocket. The pendant was engraved with the word "Qingcheng", which he accidentally bought on the street when he was a child.

"Mo Qingcheng, where are you?" he said in a deep voice.

But those complicated emotions passed away in a flash. He put away the necklace, stood up and strode away, as if those emotions had never appeared before, his whole person was terrifyingly cold.

Zhou Hao was holding his cell phone and was just stamping words when he saw Xiao Yijue leaving and he quickly followed.

"No need to follow me." Xiao Yijue said.

Zhou Hao touched the back of his head and asked with a silly look on his face, "Boss, where are you going?"

"Hmm." He was about to follow, but found a sharp pain in his stomach. He turned around and ran towards the men's room, only to find the doggy couple lying on the ground, still looking like he had knocked him unconscious.

He crossed them in pain and prepared to run into the toilet.

Someone suddenly grabbed his leg. Zhou Hao felt like a ghost movie had come true. He raised his foot to kick it away, but he heard the man say: "You stepped on me."

The next second, Zhou Hao stretched out his leg and kicked him unconscious.

After solving the problem in the toilet, Zhou Hao left the nightclub, bought a check and flew to City A, heading straight to Xiao Yichu's apartment.

"Bang bang bang" In the middle of the night, Xiao Yichu just fell asleep.

When she heard the knock on the door, she got up alertly. The little fox was also woken up with an angry look on her face.

"Ouch!" the little fox roared angrily and rushed out.

After a while, Zhou Hao was kicked in and fell in front of Xiao Yichu. He got up in pain.

"Why did you come to see me so late?" Xiao Yichu twitched the corner of his mouth, suppressing a smile, and asked him as if he didn't see it, but his eyes did not dare to stay on his face.

The little fox pressed his face against the door, raised his chin and closed the door.