Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Wenshui listened, raised his eyebrows, and reached out to lift the butler's chin.

"Housekeeper." Wen Shui's voice was low.

The butler was a little dazed with his chin picked up by him. Looking at Wenshui's monstrous face, Wenshui said in a deep voice, "Ben Shao went to Xiao's house and met Steward Chen."

"Uncle Chen, it looks like he is in good health now, with excellent physical strength." Wen Shui said meaningfully.

Uncle Chen has excellent physical strength.

The butler listened, took half a step back, turned around in embarrassment, and thought in his mouth: "It's hard for children nowadays to take care of themselves, hey, don't care, don't care."

Seeing the figure of the butler running away, Wenshui smiled, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and followed behind him.

"Housekeeper, butler." Wenshui called.

Hearing his voice, the butler ran very fast, got into the room, and locked the door.

Yao Rong walked inside, stood in front of the guest room door, her palms were full of sweat, took a deep breath nervously, pushed open the door and walked inside.

"Zhuo Bi." Yao Rong looked inside, Zhuo Bi was lying on the bed.

The tall man was lying there, motionless.

His arms were wrapped in gauze, and his chest was also bandaged. She strode forward and sat on the edge of the bed, staring at his face and slowly falling on his chest.

"Zhuo Bi, I'm back." Yao Rong's voice was choked with sobs.

Thinking of that night, the moment the man stabbed Zhuo Bi's heart with a knife, she wanted to step forward, but unfortunately the air in the car was so narrow that it was too late.

She watched as the shiny dagger pierced into his heart.

"Bell" her cell phone rang, and Yao Rong answered the call.

After listening to the phone call, she looked at the bed, stretched out her hand to touch Zhuo Bi's face, lowered her head and kissed his forehead, and whispered: "Zhuo Bi, I'll go home, I'll be back soon."

She got up and walked out, her pace was extremely anxious.

Yao residence, be quiet.

Yao Rong took the car and went back to Yao's house. She walked in quickly, opened the door and ran towards the second floor. When she faintly heard coughing, she opened the door and went in.

"Ahem." Yao Shengba leaned on the sofa, coughing continuously.

He was holding the document and was about to approve it. He coughed and leaned forward, obviously a little exhausted.

"Dad." Yao Rong ran forward, reached out to support him, patted his back gently, and asked, "Why did you become so ill suddenly? Did you see a doctor? What did the doctor say?"

Hearing her voice, Yao Shengba was a little surprised.

He raised his head excitedly and looked at Yao Rong's figure. He pushed the document aside, covered his mouth and coughed twice, and said, "It's okay, just a little cold."

"No, let's go to the hospital." Yao Rong said, pulling him to get up.

Yao Shengba clasped her wrist, pulled her to sit down, and said, "I'm fine. I'm useless when I'm old, but you. What's the matter? I'll be fine from now on, so don't go home."

"You mean, Yao Shengming wants to take the Yao family, cooperate with her? Become a shareholder?" Yao Rong was stunned, obviously a little shocked.

Yao's, a listed company, also has influence in S City.

"You gave him the shares?" Yao Rong suddenly thought of a question.

Yao Shengba smiled without saying a word, he got up and opened the door, and said to her, "It's rare that you come back, it happens to be dinner time, go out for dinner with Dad."

Yao Rong supported him and walked downstairs, the two were talking and laughing, very close.

In a corner upstairs, Yao Shengming stood there, staring directly at their figures with cold, cold eyes, walked out slowly, and said, "Obviously we are a family, why do you reject me?"