Chapter 1261 You Damn Woman

He walked towards Wen'an Pavilion, turned around and fell on the sofa, his face was extremely ugly, and he threw the white cloth aside.

"Master." The housekeeper came out in his pajamas, saw Wenshui throwing a tantrum, and handed him a glass of water, saying respectfully: "Are you in a bad mood?"

Wenshui glanced at him coldly and said nothing.

"Master, you are..." The housekeeper wiped the cold sweat secretly, bent down to pick up the white cloth, spread it out and prepared to fold it.

The housekeeper's hands were stiff, looking at Wenshui, and asked respectfully: "Master, this... is it yours?"

Wenshui was irritable, turned around with the pillow, lay on his side, and ignored him.

The housekeeper stood there, quickly handed the things to Wenshui, turned around and ran to the kitchen, came out with a bowl of soup, and said to Wenshui: "Master, drink the soup, you will be fine after drinking it!"

Wenshui sat up and took a sip of the soup.

"What is this?" Wen Shui took a bite and felt that he couldn't bite it off. He threw the bowl aside and said coldly, "What did you give me?"

"Bullwhip kidney-tonifying soup." The housekeeper lowered his head, held the bowl, handed it to his mouth, and said, "Master, you should eat more, it's good for your health."

Wen Shui raised his head silently, his fair and charming face was full of pain. His tall nose was slightly frowned, and two hot streams slowly dripped from his nostrils.

"Drop by drop" blood dripped from his nostrils onto the bowl.

"Master, you..." The housekeeper looked at him and was terrified.

Wen Shui reached out and touched his nose, calmly reached out to take something, wiped his face, and the housekeeper stepped back in fear, lowered his head in embarrassment, and said in a light voice, "Master, you..."

Being pointed at by the housekeeper and bleeding from his nose, Wen Shui stood up.

Suddenly, he felt something was wrong. He looked down at the thing in his hand, spread it out and took a look. He let go of the cloth and it fell to the ground. He whispered, "What is this?"

"This... Master, this... I think it's a bellyband." The housekeeper's voice was a little low. Just then, a bodyguard came in. Hearing the housekeeper's voice, he came forward.

"......" Wen Shui listened, his knuckles cracked. Thinking of the blood from his nose, he was stunned for a few seconds, and then he rushed forward to grab it, thinking about the figure.

"Could it be her?" A trace of surprise flashed across Wen Shui's handsome face.

He turned and ran out, holding his mobile phone, and checked the surveillance, and saw the direction the figure left.

Wen Shui took big steps and ran towards the main road. In the alley not far away, the lights reflected the figure. He stood there and laughed dumbly.

"You are really not dead." Wen Shui's heart suddenly seemed to burst into sparks.

That night, she was assassinated. In order to block the weapon, she fell into the river. He was rescued by Xiao Mohan. Although nothing happened on the surface, he was in great pain in his heart and never stopped looking for her.

Unfortunately, the woman was like being wiped out by the world, and there was no way to find her.

"Damn woman, I will settle this account with you." Wen Shui walked over with big strides and saw a white corner of her clothes.

Wen Shui stood there, rubbing his hands, his handsome face flushed with excitement.

He coughed in a deep voice and cleared his throat. He rushed forward with big strides, threw his mobile phone into his pocket handsomely, turned around and rushed in, and reached out to hug her from behind.

"Don't move." Wen Shui's voice was deep, but with some tenderness.

His strong arms, hugged forward, hugged tightly, the enchanting handsome face pressed against his back, and his fingertips tightened.

"..." Zhou Zihao stood there with a straight waist, silently looking down at the hand on his abdomen. The whole person was hugged tightly, and his honest face changed color.

Zhou Zihao gritted his teeth, reached out and held Wen Shui's hand tightly, holding it behind his back.