Dear President, take it easy

Qiao Weiwei picked up the phone and opened the MMS message from Sun Xiaoran...

The content was two photos, with a sentence: "Miss Qiao, I hope you can bless me and Master Bo, and come to our wedding to witness the happiness and sweetness of the two of us."

In one photo, Liang Bo is zipping her wedding dress, and in the other photo, she is buttoning Liang Bo's groom's dress.

From the photos, the two are really close. Sun Xiaoran, who is wearing a tube top and irregular white fluffy wedding dress, has a happy smile on her face...

That smile pierced her heart deeply.

Qiao Weiwei let out a long sigh, silently deleted the text message, and said, "A man of talent, heh..."

He kept saying that he loved her and liked her, but he was so intimate with others where she couldn't see it.

They were already so close, and he still told her such nonsense about waiting for him for three years.

"What's the beauty of a man and a woman?" Ou Xiangbei asked, swallowing the hot ravioli in his mouth, his eyes full of curiosity.

Zhou Chuyu also cast a searching look at Qiao Weiwei.

"It's nothing... Eat, eat." Qiao Weiwei picked up the last wonton in the bowl, swallowed it whole, picked up the small bowl in front of her, and gulped down the wonton soup in the bowl...

"Ugh..." Her stomach was overwhelmed, she quickly covered her mouth with her hand, and ran out of the restaurant quickly.

"Weiwei, are you okay?" Zhou Chuyu followed behind...

After they both left, Ou Xiangbei couldn't hold back his curiosity, picked up Qiao Weiwei's mobile phone, and opened the inbox, but found nothing...

"What the hell..." Ou Xiangbei, whose curiosity was not satisfied, put the phone back into the distance, and then gulped the ravioli into his mouth.

In the bathroom on the first floor.

"Ugh... vomit..." Qiao Weiwei supported the toilet with both hands, and kept throwing up. The feeling was as uncomfortable as wanting to vomit out her stomach.

Behind him, Zhou Chuyu squatted on the ground, patted her on the back and said, "Why are you in such a hurry to eat? Look, I've suffered a lot."

"Ouch...vomit..." Qiao Weiwei's face turned red.

After vomiting cleanly, Qiao Weiwei pressed the flush button, got up, walked to the sink, rinsed her mouth with clean water, then poured another cup of mouthwash, rinsed, washed her hands, and went out one after the other with Zhou Chuyu. Toilet.

The already pale face became even paler after such a toss.

"Sister, go to the dining room and accompany Xiang Bei. I'll sit in the living room and watch TV." Qiao Weiwei said, walked straight to the sofa, sat down, picked up the remote control, and turned on the TV.

"That's okay, if you feel uncomfortable, eat some of the fruits on the coffee table." Zhou Chuyu said and entered the restaurant.

Qiao Weiwei nodded, and then switched channels mechanically.

Now she doesn't feel like watching TV.

The fingers that kept pressing the channel change button froze because of a piece of news on the TV.

The female anchor with a sweet voice and a beautiful voice said with a smile on her face: "The next thing is an explosive news. The world's most noble son, Liang Bo, loves the pure actress Sun Xiaoran... Then we all know that Liang Bo is all women in the world. The girl of my dreams..."

Qiao Weiwei sat stiffly on the sofa looking at the beaming face of the host, and the photo of Sun Xiaoran and Liang Bo trying on the dress on the screen.

As soon as Ou Xiangbei walked out of the restaurant, he saw the news that Qiao Weiwei was watching.

He strode forward directly, then sat down directly, took the remote control in Qiao Weiwei's hand, and turned off the TV.

"Hehe, it's pretty good...the two of them seem to be a good match. I think I should send a text message to Master Bo later to congratulate him. I forgot to say congratulations to him until now when I heard the news of his marriage." Hehe." Qiao Weiwei bent down, picked up the fruit knife on the coffee table, and peeled an apple...

No matter how much he pretended to be calm, the wry smile on his face couldn't hide from Ou Xiangbei's eyes.

Ou Xiangbei sighed long and said, "Weiwei... Liang Bo cares about you...I hope you can understand this."

"Really? You care about me so much that you marry another woman with the excuse of marrying a child? You care about me so much that you want me to be his shameful mistress? His care is really special...I can't bear it..." Qiao Weiwei Sneered again.

"You will know how much he cares about you in the future..." Ou Xiangbei patted Qiao Weiwei on the shoulder and said.

Qiao Weiwei turned her head to look at Ou Xiangbei, she lost her mind, and the sharp fruit knife cut deeply into the tiger's mouth of her left hand...

"Ah..." Qiao Weiwei snorted, seeing that her scarred hand was bleeding continuously, and said, "I'm really not careful... I actually cut the flesh..."

"You...you wait, I'll find you some gauze and medicine to bandage..." Ou Xiangbei hurriedly got up and ran upstairs quickly.

Qiao Weiwei just let her blood flow out, lazily leaning on the sofa, her expression was indifferent, as if it was someone else who was bleeding at this moment...

The warm and bright red liquid flowed on the light gray carpet under the feet, printing enchanting red lotuses...

When Ou Xiangbei ran towards the living room with the first-aid kit in his arms, he bumped into Zhou Chuyu. Zhou Chuyu looked at the first-aid kit in Ou Xiangbei's hand, and immediately set his eyes on Qiao Weiwei's blood-dripping hand.

She stepped forward quickly, grabbed Qiao Weiwei's wrist, and said: "Oh my god... such a deep cut, does it hurt?" Then she said to Ou Xiangbei: "Xiangbei, hurry up."

"It's okay, it's just a momentary distraction." Qiao Weiwei looked at Zhou Chuyu's nervous face and smiled lightly.

Ou Xiangbei stepped forward quickly, opened the first aid kit, and carefully wiped Qiao Weiwei's wound with a cotton swab dipped in iodine...

"Tsk..." Qiao Weiwei couldn't help moaning from the pain of the iodine seeping into the wound.

"It's all Master Bo's fault. If it wasn't for him, Weiwei wouldn't be so ungrateful, and wouldn't have cut his hands." Zhou Chuyu thought in distress.

While wrapping gauze around Qiao Weiwei's hands, Ou Xiangbei raised his head unhappily, glared at Zhou Chuyu, and said, "What do you know? Do you know..."

"Do you know what?" Zhou Chuyu looked at Ou Xiangbei and asked.

Qiao Weiwei also set her eyes on Ou Xiangbei...

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