Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

  Chapter 469 Are you crazy?

  Han Changqing and Wenshui saw this, they didn't dare to chase them anymore, for fear of being beaten. They approached, squatted in front of the window, stretched out their hands and took a look at the monitor. Finally, both of them were embarrassed and silent.

   "In the Xiao family for more than 20 years, I don't know that there is such a thing." Han Changqing was depressed.

   Tonight, I found that I had lived in vain, and I was actually beaten by Xiao Ran.

  Qing Shui touched his chin, stared at Mr. Hei, and said: "This...Why didn't this young man think of it?"

  Wen Shui turned his head and stared at Han Changqing.

  Han Changqing felt the horror, stepped back half a step, and stretched out his hand to block in front of him and said: "Don't look at me, ask the water, if you dare to do something to me, I will abolish you."

  Qing Shui wrapped him around him, lying on his shoulders, and said: "The surname is Han, or you and Xiao Ran will try, Ben Shao wants to study and make it more interesting.

   "Fuck." Han Changqing saw this, and reached out to lift the questioning water, and threw it aside.

  Wen Shui was thrown away, and ran forward to pester him and said: "Han Changqing, don't run, this young master hasn't finished yet."

  Han Changqing ran away, seeing the figure in the dark, walked out, holding something to question the water.

  Mr. Hei lowered his head and walked out anxiously. He turned around, knocked the driver out, and got into the driving position.

   "Go back." After getting in the car, Mr. Hei leaned in the back seat, feeling very complicated.

  Thinking of this, he took out a cigarette and lit it, and took a sip.

   "No, it's back to the villa." Mr. Hei smoked a cigarette and puffed out a smoke ring out of the window, and suddenly found something was wrong.

  The luxurious car is getting faster and faster. When Mr. Hei found out, it was too late.

  The car made a sharp turn. He turned around, reached out to the back seat, pushed the door open, raised his foot to kick Mr. Hei out, a net flew out, covered Mr. Hei, and dragged it to one side.

   "Pop." Mr. Hei was dragged to the ground, his body rubbed on the ground.

  He reached out and took out the dagger, preparing to cut the net, but he was thrown up and the dagger fell to the ground. He just fell off and was scratched on his chest.

  I saw the dark place, and the figure walked over, wearing gloves.

  "Who are you anyway?" Mr. Hei looked up, maintaining his proper momentum.

  Unfortunately, his aura was quickly flattened out.

  Xiao Ran stepped forward, squatted down, stretched out his hand to lift him, and reached out to clasp Mr. Hei’s wrist. When he reacted, he found that his body was weak, and only then did he discover that medicine had been spilled on the Internet.

   "Ah." Mr. Hei's hand was grasped, and he grabbed it to the ground, and pressed it forcefully.

  His hands were quickly stained red with blood, and they were dragged to one side. Xiao Ran took out a bottle of water, handed it to him, and forcibly pressed his hand down.

   "Ah." Mr. Hei screamed, feeling the bottle of water freezing his nerves and making his fingers unable to move.

   Xiao Ran turned around, took the lighter, and lit the net.

  The net was burned, Mr. Hei rolled on the ground, and ice water poured on the sofa, soiling his clothes.

  "Are you Xiao Jiajun? I want to see San Ye." At this moment, Mr. Hei was in distress. He wanted to get up, but Xiao Ran kicked him back and kicked him away.

  The tree branch not far away swayed and caught him in the air. The strong wind blew him and his body fell.

  Mr. Hei snorted and fainted to death when he vaguely saw Gu Yan's figure.

  "Not promising." Xiao Ran stood in the distance, watching this scene, slowly taking off his gloves, and taking out his cell phone to make a call. When someone came, he turned and left.

  In the dark, a luxurious Mercedes-Benz.

  The car stopped there for a long time, until Xiao Ran left, the car also slowly left.

  "Master, it seems that Mr. Black is over." Someone whispered.

  (End of this chapter)