Chapter 1700 Uncle Xi, Did He Have Plastic Surgery
Lao Xi was hung in the air. Although someone took something to pad under his feet after the incident, his face was hideous and his throat was torn off, a bit **** and terrifying.
"Wait for me." Xiao Mohan said to her, and he stepped forward and checked it carefully.
After checking, Xiao Mohan untied the rope, put Lao Xi down, put on gloves, peeled away Lao Xi's clothes, and turned his back.
"This back looks as if a layer of skin has been cut off." Gu Chuyan looked at it. Although she felt cruel, she was still by Xiao Mohan's side.
Behind the old Xi, there is obviously an old wound, but the area is relatively large, even if it is healed, there are scars burned there.
"What about the position where the skin is cut off... Is it a member of our Xiao family?" Xiao Ran was also surprised. The position behind it was the place where the Xiao family got tattooed.
This kind of tattoo is special and cannot be imitated outside.
Xiao Mohan knelt down, his deep black eyes fell on Lao Xi's hand, he held Lao Xi's wrist and looked at it, got up and took off his gloves.
He lifted his foot and walked aside, when Xiao Ran saw it, he quickly followed.
"Young Master." Xiao Ran stepped forward, Xiao Mohan lowered his head, reached out and gestured, Xiao Ran nodded after listening.
The bodyguard beside handed out the handkerchief. Xiao Mohan took the handkerchief and wiped his hand and walked towards Gu Chuyan. He saw her standing by and didn't know what to look at.
"Mo Han, has Uncle Xi undergone surgery?" Gu Chuyan asked softly.
Xiao Mohan stretched out his arms, took her shoulders, brought her into his arms, and said in a deep voice, "Go back and talk about it."
He forcibly took Gu Chuyan away, went to the luxury apartment to fetch the photos, and the two returned to the villa.
She went to take a shower, wiped her hair and stood aside, staring at the lamp.
"Mo Han." She turned her head and ran out, pushed open the door of the study, and saw Xiao Mohan sitting on the sofa, staring at the photo with black eyes, as if thinking about something.
She stepped forward quickly, sat beside him and said, "Mo Han, what I saw today should not be Yao Shengming, but someone deliberately led me."
"Yeah." Xiao Mohan responded. After he went to the men's room, he saw the partition on the ceiling and found some clues.
Afternoon, ask Ange.
The luxurious bedroom, the bright red curtain flowing with the wind, revealing the evil face through the curtain, asking the water side to lie on the bed, suddenly startled.
"No." Asking Shui sat up abruptly, perspiring coldly all over.
He stretched out his hand subconsciously, blocking his body, only to see that although there was a pair of trousers there, he stood up and pressed it as if he was full.
asked Shui Leng to take a few glances, stretched out his hand and patted it, and said, "Who asked you to lift it? Did Ben rarely allow you to get up?"
He fell heavily on the bed, looked at the ceiling, just had a nightmare, was pressed by the mysterious woman, broke his legs, and forcibly came.
"Bell." The phone rang, and Qoshui turned over lazily, holding the phone and looking at the screen.
"Say." When asked Shui, she got up and had a glass of water, then the phone leaned aside, quietly listening to the bodyguard's report, frowning said: "You said that from the day before yesterday to last night, Gu Miaoting was constantly looking for a veterinarian and never left the bedroom?"
"Master, yes." The bodyguard responded.
"Okay, I don't know anymore." Wenshui said, hanging up the phone.
Qing Shui held the phone, looked out the window in confusion, and said in a deep voice, "Who was it last night?"
The other party used the medicine to remind him, and even ran to him to ask Ange. Obviously, he was very familiar with the terrain. He knew that the other party went straight to the bedroom with a very clear purpose.
"What are you thinking?" Han Changqing's low voice sounded in his ears.
(End of this chapter)