Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

A net was thrown, and they were netted and hung up.

"Quick." A few people ran out from the dark, carried them into the back seat of the car, and drove away.

"Zhuo Bi, what's wrong with you?" Yao Rong asked in a low voice.

Zhuo Li gritted his teeth, there was something wrong with the scent of flowers just now, theirs was used, and now he is powerless!

"We've been used." Zhuo Bi said in a hoarse voice, with his arms tightly around her waist, he stepped back vigilantly.

"I also feel that something is wrong with my body, Zhuo Bi, what should I do now?" She whispered, restraining herself vigorously.

Zhuo Li hugged her tightly, the car stopped, and several people grabbed them and carried them up, walked towards a house, kicked open the door, threw the two of them in, and ran away with the net.

With a bang, the door closed and locked from the outside.

Zhuo Bi and Yao Rong were pushed into the house, and the lights turned on, pink lights.

She struggled to get up from the ground, Zhuo Bi gritted her teeth to support her, looked up and saw Ruo Da's room... .

Ruoda's room is filled with romantic atmosphere.

"The atmosphere here is not quite right either." Yao Rong said vigilantly.

She looked up and saw the red drapes floating lightly, the round bed, the bright red sheets, the ancient dressing table, and a few posters on the wall, all of them were romantic!

The crisp wind chimes of "Lingling" came from the window.

There are strings of glass hanging on both sides of the window, which are crystal clear under the pink light.

"Zhuo Bi, what should I do?" Yao Rong grabbed his arm with his small hand to wake himself up.

Looking at the unfamiliar environment, I feel a little uneasy, and the feeling of being calculated by others is very bad.

Zhuo Bi stretched out his hand and helped her walk to the edge of the bed and sit down.

"I'll go and have a look, don't move around." Zhuo Bi turned and walked towards the window. The door and window were sealed from the outside, as if he was afraid that they would escape.

Yao Rong was sitting on the edge of the round pink bed, feeling a little uncomfortable, lying on one side, clutching the quilt tightly with her small hands, sweating profusely.

"Hmm." Yao Rong hummed in distress.

She wanted to stand up, but when she saw the flowers in front of her, emitting bursts of fragrance, she felt faintly dizzy.

"Hiss." Zhuo Bi pulled the door hard, but the door didn't move.

He looked around coldly, and found that this antique style, why is it so familiar, like his grandfather's favorite?

"Could it be grandpa? What exactly is he trying to do?" Zhuo Li was stunned for a few seconds, feeling that Zhuo Dongyang was punishing them for being disobedient? Thinking of this, he felt bad.

"Rongrong, how are you?" Zhuo Bi strode forward.

When Yao Rong raised his head, he gritted his teeth and said, "It's not good, it's very uncomfortable, I wonder if I can go out."

She tried her best to prop herself up, and said in a low voice: "Zhuo Bi, the other party knows you very well, it seems that you are an acquaintance."

"I suspect it's Grandpa, Yao Rong, I'm the one who dragged you down! Hold on, I'll take you out." Zhuo Bi gritted his teeth and said.

"Yeah." She snorted, feeling weak, and fell onto the bed.

"I suspect it was done by grandpa." Zhuo Bi's lips were slightly parted, and he whispered to her.

Yao Rong felt a little surprised when he heard this, and asked softly: "Your grandfather? He loves you so much, how could he do such a thing to hurt you, let alone the matter between you and me, he knows?"

The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, Yao Rong was unwilling to face these complicated things.

"I know." Zhuo Li said, he once ran back to Zhuo's family compound to confess and begged him to do it, but he didn't expect to be tricked.