He rushed forward and hugged her in his arms.

"Zhuo Song, take me away. Yao Rong raised his hand, grabbed Zhuo Song's arm, and squeezed it hard.

In Yao Rong's hand, the mobile phone fell.

Zhuo reached out and picked up the thing.

She reached out and grabbed it, grabbed it hard, and whispered, "I want to go see my father." ”

Zhuo Song responded, looked around Yao's house, and strode away with her in his arms. As they turned to leave, behind the bookshelf, a figure came out and snorted coldly.

Yao Rong was in the room, looking at Yao Shengba's unconscious appearance, she was sitting for a long time but silent.

In the bedroom, the red vine tent was floating, and the water turned over and fell to the ground.

"Shhh Asking about the pain, he sat up and looked around the familiar bedroom.

He got up and looked at the ground, smelled a smell, his face changed slightly, and said in a cold voice, "Butler." ”

Sitting on the sofa and napping, hearing the sound of asking for water, the housekeeper hurriedly ran forward, helped him up, and asked respectfully: "Young master, the old slave is here." ”

Asking Shui raised his eyes, looked at him coldly, pointed to the ground and asked, "What kind of smell is this?"

"Hyponic soup. The butler bowed his head and said honestly.

His wicked face, looking at the butler with questioning eyes, turned to sit on the edge of the bed, and said, "How can there be such a thing in Ben Shao's room?"

"If memory serves, the soup is used for fun when men and women are happy. Asked Shui said.

The housekeeper listened, took half a step back in fear, raised his eyes silently, looked at the water with a weak heart, and said in a deep voice: "Young master, the old slave has something, so he took the wrong medicine." ”

"Give Ben less to drink?" asked the water, and his face sank terribly.

He felt soreness in his waist, could it be that he didn't know what was going on?

"No, it's over, it's over. When the housekeeper listened, he was so frightened that he was so frightened that he quickly waved his hand and shook his head, and ran forward and said, "Young master, how dare the old slave let you drink?"

"At most, it's for Han Changqing to drink. The butler was talkative and added.

Ask the water to listen, lift him up, turn around and open the window, throw the housekeeper out of the window directly, close the window hard, turn around and walk to the bed, and pick up the phone.

Looking at the news, he rubbed his forehead.

"Cold, haven't found it yet?" asked the voice of the water, obviously a little lost.

That woman, too bad, too willful and naughty, abused him so much that she had no body, but at the critical moment, she saved him twice, and finally her life and death were unknown.

At this moment, the emotions in his heart are unknown.

"Hmm. Xiao Mohan's magnetic voice echoed in a deep voice.

Wen Shui pursed his thin lips, his eyes fell on the bracelet on the table, and he whispered, "Ben Shao knows." ”

He glanced at the bracelet and turned to walk out.

Seeing Zhuo Song's long legs staggered, leaning to the side, he didn't know what to think, and he was a little fascinated.

"What's wrong?" Wen Shui strode forward, so frightened that Zhuo Song came back to his senses, the phone almost fell, but he quickly caught it, and raised his eyes to look at Wen Shui.

Zhuo Song stepped aside, took out a bottle of red wine, and poured a glass.

"There are some things that I don't have a clue about. Zhuo Zhen held the goblet, shook it a few times, and looked out the window at the night.

Asking the water to listen, he stepped forward lightly.

"Someone plotted tonight, but his skills were obviously the moves of the Xiao family, and when I wanted to capture him alive, he committed suicide. Zhuo shook his fingertips and stroked the rim of the cup.

Asking the water to listen, the whole person was scared into a cold sweat.

"How is it possible for the Xiao family's moves?" asked Shui swallowed his saliva, the whole person was in a lot of spirit, and he whispered: "Even if it is a person from the Xiao family, some people may not be able to." ”

They were fortunate enough to have seen it, so the memory is still fresh.

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