Chapter 722： Wrong phone call in the middle of the night at the funeral home

Chapter 722 The wrong call in the middle of the night at the funeral home

"Mo Han, grandpa just made a joke." Gu Chuyan was left there. She looked at Xiao Mohan and couldn't help swallowing.

When Xiao Mohan stepped forward, Gu Chuyan turned around, climbed to the head of the bed, and opened the drawer.

"Bell" at this time, the phone rang, Gu Chuyan rushed forward, grabbed the phone, saw the number, and said, "Mo Han, whose number is this number?"

looked a little familiar, but she couldn't remember. She was a little cautious about the number that was not saved.

Xiao Mohan said in a deep voice, "I don't want to use it anymore."

In the big bedroom, the two of them grabbed their mobile phones, "Kang" the mobile phone fell to the ground, and Gu Chuyan stepped on it. She vaguely heard the sound coming from the other end of the phone, and she and him looked at each other.

"Is it a funeral home?" On the other end of the phone directly cursed, Gu Chuyan said "wrong number" and hung up the phone.

The more she listened, the more things went wrong, and then the two looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

Gu Chuyan remembered that in the Zhuo family compound, when she was picked up by Xiao Mohan, she fainted and drank a glass of water when she woke up. I will help you remember the memories."

She looked at Xiao Mohan's handsome face, and the masculine lines hit his deep black eyes, as if she had lost herself in his eyes.

"In the beginning, you may be a mother tonight." Xiao Mohan said.

Gu Chuyan listened and smiled happily. She said: "It's impossible..."

He went to take a shower, changed his clothes and walked out, Han Changqing leaned there, not knowing what he was thinking, Xiao Mohan stepped forward, and he recovered.

"What do you think?" Xiao Mohan asked in a low voice.

Han Changqing touched her head embarrassedly, stood up straight, and said with a smile: “Suddenly remembered that I was young, I caused trouble and was chased by my grandfather. As a result, he accidentally fell into the ditch.”

"Let's go." Xiao Mohan listened, with a deep smile, and said to him: "I haven't been to Zhuo's wine cellar for many years, to see if there are any good things."

"Yes." Han Changqing listened, excited to follow.

The two walked across the yard, towards the wine cellar, and saw the darkness, they opened the door and went in. There was a smell of wine, and a figure flashed around.

Deep at night, in a courtyard.

Xiao Nan drank the medicine, sat upright on the side of the bed, with his hands on his lap, watching the butler standing in front of him respectfully, he stood up, came to the window with his hand, and opened the window.

"Character is really rare, but I have never made an exception in the history of the Xiao family." Xiao Nan whispered, as if thinking about something.

At this moment, he is completely inconsistent with the funny appearance before.

The butler stepped forward, stood behind him, and respectfully said: "Master, the old slave sees that the young master does love her very much."

"I heard that Gu Chuyan almost caught her life for the sake of the young master."

Xiao Nan heard his words, turned around slowly, looked at the housekeeper, and said: "You old thing, you turn around and scold me?"

"The old slave dare not." The butler lowered his head and said.

Xiao Nan listened, suddenly smiled, and said, "That girl, it's really interesting."

The housekeeper helped him walk to the bed and sit down. Xiao Nan was lying on the bed, and suddenly thought of something, and said: "How about the box I gave her before?"

"It has been given to the young master, she seems to have not watched it." The butler responded respectfully.

Xiao Nan listened, and then heaved a sigh of relief, and said: “It seems that she is indeed not someone who has been inserted into Xiao’s house and wanted to steal things.”

Many people stared at the Xiao family, squeezing their heads and wanting those secrets.

He once suspected that Gu Chuyan and Xiao Mohan were also purposeful. He had only let her go, but now, in retrospect, it was a coincidence and not a coincidence.

(End of this chapter)