Chapter 1700 Did Uncle Xi Have Plastic Surgery?

Old Xi was hung in the air. Although someone put something under his feet afterwards, his face was hideous and his throat was bitten off, which was a bit bloody and terrifying.

"Wait for me." Xiao Mohan said to her. He walked forward and checked it carefully.

After checking, Xiao Mohan untied the rope, put Old Xi down, put on gloves, peeled off Old Xi's clothes, and turned over his back.

"It looks like a layer of skin has been cut off from his back." Gu Chuyan looked at it and felt cruel, but she still stayed with Xiao Mohan.

Old Xi's back was obviously an old wound, but the area was relatively large. Even if it healed, there would be scars there.

"How come this place where the skin was cut off... Is it someone from our Xiao family?" Xiao Ran was also surprised. This place on the back was exactly where the Xiao family had tattoos.

This kind of tattoo is special and cannot be imitated outside.

Xiao Mohan squatted down, his deep black eyes fell on Old Xi's hand. He held Old Xi's wrist and looked at it, then stood up and took off his gloves.

He raised his foot and walked to the side. Seeing this, Xiao Ran hurriedly followed.

"Master." Xiao Ran walked forward. Xiao Mohan lowered his head and gestured a few times. Xiao Ran nodded after listening.

The bodyguard on the side handed over a handkerchief. Xiao Mohan took the handkerchief to wipe his hands, walked towards Gu Chuyan, and saw her standing aside, not knowing what she was looking at.

"Mohan, did Uncle Xi have plastic surgery?" Gu Chuyan asked softly.

Xiao Mohan stretched out his arm, put his arm around her shoulders, brought her to his arms, and said in a deep voice: "Let's talk about it when we get back."

He forcibly took Gu Chuyan away, went to the luxury apartment to get those photos, and the two returned to the villa.

She went to take a shower, wiped her hair and stood aside, staring at the table lamp.

"Mohan." 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 photos with his black eyes, as if thinking about something.

She walked in quickly, sat beside him and said, "Mo Han, what I saw today should not be Yao Shengming, but someone deliberately led me there."

"Yeah." Xiao Mo Han responded. After he went to the men's restroom, he saw the partition on the ceiling and did find some clues.

Afternoon, Wen'an Pavilion.

In the luxurious bedroom, the bright red curtains fluttered in the wind, revealing the evil face through the curtains. Wen Shui was lying on the bed and suddenly got a start.

"No." Wen Shui sat up suddenly, his whole body covered with cold sweat.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand to block his body, but saw that although there was a pair of pants, it seemed to be full and stood up to resist.

Wen Shui looked at it blankly for a few seconds, stretched out his hand and slapped it, saying, "Who asked you to lift it up? Did this young master allow you to get up?"

He fell heavily on the bed, looking at the ceiling. He had just had a nightmare, being pressed down by the mysterious woman, spreading his legs and forcing himself.

"Ring." The phone rang, Wen Shui lazily turned over, holding the phone and looking at the screen.

"Speak." Wen Shui got up and drank a glass of water, then put the phone aside, quietly listened to the bodyguard's report, frowned and said: "You said that from the day before yesterday to last night, Gu Miaoting kept looking for a veterinarian and never left the bedroom?"

"Master, yes." The bodyguard replied.

"Okay, I got it." Wen Shui said, and hung up the phone.

Wen Shui held the phone, looking out the window with confused peach blossom eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Who was it last night?"

The other party was drugged with aphrodisiacs and ran to his Wen'an Pavilion. 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 about?" Han Changqing's low voice sounded in his ears.