Chapter 1290 Pretending to Be Injured to Trick Her Into Caring

"Hmm?" Xiao Yijue was puzzled. His weapon was fake, so how could it hurt?

Thinking of this, Xiao Yijue stretched out his hand. Xiao Yiyan was frightened and handed him the weapon obediently.

"Bang bang bang" Xiao Yijue was curious and hit his little hand with the weapon. Uh... I didn't feel anything, but it felt a little cool, which was very refreshing!

Thinking of this, he silently raised his eyes and looked at Xiao Mohan's figure, thinking about something.

"Brother." Xiao Yiyan pursed her lips, stretched out her hand, and gestured to give her two weapons.

In the bedroom, Xiao Mohan was lying on the bed, with a beautiful face, dark and painful.

"Fortunately, it's not a real bullet." Gu Chuyan said distressedly.

"Hmm." The man responded in a deep voice.

Gu Chuyan stretched out her hand, checked it, and whispered: "It's not injured."

"Chu Chu, check carefully." Xiao Mohan reminded her.

She lowered her head, blushed, looked up at Xiao Mohan, and pointed at him angrily, saying, "You are... you bastard."

"Hmm?" Xiao Mohan raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't know what she was talking about.

Gu Chuyan gritted her teeth, slapped him, and said coldly, "Xiao Mohan, are you pretending?"

"It hurts." Xiao Mohan said in a deep voice. She was so angry when she threw the pillow at him, and said, "You are really shameless."

"What's the point of having face? Your husband said that he only wants you in this life." Xiao Mohan said seriously, and took his mobile phone to reply to a message.

Gu Chuyan blushed and walked out, saying, "Don't follow me, don't follow me."

Seeing her slam the door, Xiao Mohan couldn't help laughing. Seeing her blushing, his smile became deeper and deeper, and he took the mobile phone to make a call.

"In half an hour, in the meeting room of M Group." Xiao Mohan raised his wrist, looked at the time, got up and changed his clothes, and then left.

He walked out in a slim and luxurious suit.

After walking a few steps, he seemed to think of something, turned around and looked at Xiao Yijue, and asked in a deep voice: "I have a meeting, do you want to go?"

Although Xiao Yijue didn't understand, he knew he was talking to him, and he got up excitedly.

"Son, let's go." Xiao Mohan bent down, picked him up, put him on the co-pilot seat, fastened his seat belt, sent a message to Gu Chuyan, and drove away.

In the study, Gu Chuyan lay on the sofa. Because she was injured and tired, she fell asleep lying on her stomach.

"Beep." Her mobile phone vibrated. It was a call from Gu Chengdong, but because it was silent, it didn't wake her up.

In a club in S City.

The luxurious club, the box was quiet, but it was filled with a luxurious atmosphere.

"Mr. Hei." Gu Miaoting took a sip of the wine, raised her head proudly, looked up at him, stood up gracefully, and came to him.

"You asked me to come here just to drink?" She said charmingly, exuding all kinds of charm.

Mr. Hei lowered his head, not even looking at her, and said coldly: "Drink? I'm afraid you will die in a few hours.

"What do you mean?" Gu Miaoting asked doubtfully.

Obviously he invited her here for other purposes?

Gu Miaoting reached out, poured a glass of red wine and drank it, walked to his side and sat down, and asked: "If you have something to say, just say it directly, don't beat around the bush with me."

Mr. Hei put the glass heavily on the coffee table, and when he stood up, he picked her up.

"Ah, my wine." Gu Miaoting said, the wine splashed on her body, dripping down her face, wetting her skirt, and she was in a mess.

"What do you mean? You asked me to come here just to make me look like a fool? . "