Dear President, take it easy

Outside the door, the gloomy Qiao Moli held a bottle of red liquid given by the mysterious woman, took off her shoes, and walked barefoot to Qiao Weiwei's bed.

She bent down, brought the bottle nozzle close to her face, pressed it three times, and then, pinching her nose and wearing a wicked smile, strode away, closing the door softly.

Qiao Moli put on her slippers, swirled the red liquid in the bottle, and returned to her room with satisfaction.

Back in the room, Qiao Moli opened the window, unscrewed the bottle, and poured out the liquid in the bottle...

Then, she threw the empty bottles in her hand downstairs...

After closing the window, Qiao Moli turned around and sat on the sofa, picked up the wet tissue on the coffee table, wiped her hands, then gracefully threw the tissue into the trash can by her feet, and said, "Qiao Weiwei... Sun Xiaoran... you all Wait for me to die..."

Thinking of her plan, Qiao Moli became excited, wishing that time would pass faster, faster...

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All morning, the news of Liang Bo and Sun Xiaoran's wedding was reported on the Internet, newspapers and TV...

"The wedding of Liang Bo, the world's most noble son, and pure actress Sun Xiaoran will be held at the world's most luxurious mansion, Dream Garden at [-] noon today..." In the living room, as soon as Qiao Weiwei turned on the TV, she saw it was being reported on the TV... …

She frowned and pressed the switch button...

"Then it's half an hour before the wedding... our reporters are all in place..."

Qiao Weiwei changed several channels, all of which were news like this.

In the end, she directly turned off the TV, threw the remote control aside, and ignored it.

She felt dizzy again, sighed a long time, shook her head, leaned against the armrest of the sofa, put one hand on her chin, and pretended to be asleep.

"Liangbo and Sun Xiaoran are getting married today... How time flies." Qiao Moli, who was holding a ruby ​​necklace in her hand, walked up to Qiao Weiwei and sat down, talking nonchalantly.

Qiao Weiwei ignored her, and didn't even open her eyes...

"Qiao Weiwei, do you think this ruby ​​necklace I bought looks good... Here it is for you..." Qiao Moli sneered, holding the thin silver chain in her hand, and shaking the ruby ​​in front of Qiao Weiwei's tightly closed eyes.

Qiao Weiwei opened her eyes and looked at the constantly shaking chain. Just as she was about to speak, her head felt dizzy again...

The whole world seems to be spinning.

Her eyeballs unconsciously followed the ruby ​​pendant and turned left and right...

"Qiao Weiwei... Now, take it, and kill Sun Xiaoran in front of all the reporters, media and wedding guests... Can you do it..." Qiao Moli held the necklace that was swinging from side to side in one hand , picked up the fruit knife on the coffee table with one hand, put it in Qiao Weiwei's hand, and said...

Qiao Weiwei held the handle of the knife, looked at Qiao Moli, her pupils were out of focus, and said, "Okay...I'm going to kill Sun Xiaoran right now..."

"Remember, put the knife in your bag before you go, otherwise the security guards won't even let you in..." Qiao Moli said again.

"Yes! I know!" After saying that, Qiao Weiwei got up directly, went upstairs to find her black Chanel classic diamond bag, put the fruit knife in it, and went downstairs...

Starting the red Lamborghini, Qiao Weiwei stepped on the gas pedal, stared at the front, and drove towards the dream garden...

At this moment, her eyes were dull, and her whole body seemed to have her soul taken out, like a programmed robot, with an expressionless face.

"Kill Sun Xiaoran...Kill Sun Xiaoran..." Qiao Weiwei thought about it, and stepped on the accelerator...

The car was moving forward at the speed of the wind, yelling loudly in the middle of the road...

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Today's Dream Garden is full of festoons and festoons, full of joy.

At the heavily guarded gate, luxury cars drove in in an endless stream.

The waiters transferred from star-rated hotels all over the world are nervously arranging the red carpet made of red roses brought in by air from the United States in the spacious backyard...

Both sides of the red carpet of roses were filled with prominent figures from high society in various countries.

At this moment, the guests at the top of society in various countries are chatting with each other in a relaxed atmosphere.

Qianfang, who was always noble and glamorous in the front row, and Liang Tianyou, who was always reticent, also enthusiastically chatted with their in-laws, Gongsun Xing.

Everyone was well-dressed, except Ou Xiangbei who was dressed in royal blue casual clothes, which seemed a bit out of place with the environment of the scene.

Zhou Chuyu looked at the carefree Ou Xiangbei, patted him on the back, and said, "Can't you sit up straight? Also, is this what you wear for this occasion?"

"What's inappropriate, I just like it like this..." Ou Xiangbei shrugged his shoulders with an indifferent expression, wrapped his arms around Zhou Chuyu's waist, rubbed his face against Zhou Chuyu's, and said.

The world's most famous symphony orchestra played beautiful music beside the colorful fountain not far from the crowd.

Compared to the hustle and bustle in the courtyard, the bedroom was much quieter.

In front of the full-length mirror inlaid with gold and diamonds, Sun Xiaoran carefully arranged the white tube top and puffy wedding dress on her body, and the pair of silver sky highs under her feet were as dazzling as her smile.

After trying several more in the morning, she found that she still liked this one the most.

Today, she has light makeup on, a delicate diamond crown on her head, and a snow-white veil, and she looks radiant.

Behind her, Liang Bo in a white groom's dress was sitting on the sofa, crossing his slender legs, playing with his mobile phone, with a relaxed look on his face, as if he wasn't the one getting married today...

"Master Bo, tell me, does this look good?" Sun Xiaoran walked up to Liang Bo with a smile, and asked shyly, tugging at the hem of her skirt.

Liang Bo didn't even raise his head, and responded to her with silence.

Sun Xiaoran smiled lightly, but was not unhappy.

Because she has long been used to his indifference.

She walked slowly to the bedside table, knelt down, took out a small snow-white brocade box from the drawer, then walked up to Liang Bo, held the brocade box in front of his eyes, and said, "Since today is our wedding, then I'll give you an antidote first."

Liang Bo immediately raised his head, put down the phone, took the small brocade box, and opened it carefully, as if he was caring for a priceless treasure.

He looked at a small golden tablet like cold medicine in the brocade box, and said, "Thank you."

The first time he said thank you to her was for another woman.

But she didn't care, it was she who was going to be her wife, not the woman.

She believed that as long as she worked hard enough, she would be able to replace that woman's position in Liang Bo's heart...

Glancing at the diamond-encrusted clock on the wall, Sun Xiaoran smiled at Liang Bo, and said, "Master Bo, it's time, let's go down..."

Liang Bo put the small brocade box into his jacket pocket, got up, gave Sun Xiaoran a lukewarm look, and walked out of the room quickly...

Sun Xiaoran quickly ran to the bed, picked up the bouquet of white roses on the bed, trotted to keep up with Liang Shu, took his hand, and entered the elevator...

When the two walked to the backyard, a wedding march from the orchestra played immediately, and the wedding host was immediately in place.

All eyes are on the bride and groom...

The flash, the shutter sound, drowned out everything...

Sun Xiaoran looked at the first-line female stars and celebrities in the fashion circle who looked at him with envy and hatred, and felt secretly refreshed in his heart...

Today, she, Sun Xiaoran, has finally become the envy and envy of everyone. This feeling is really great!

He kept frowning, with a gloomy face, still wearing the coldness of rejecting people thousands of miles away.

This kind of him formed a sharp contrast with the smiling Sun Xiaoran.

Even with a cold face all the time, this man can still easily overshadow everyone in the audience.

His appearance was too perfect, his aura was too strong, and his halo was too dazzling.

The two walked through the flower arch composed of red roses and red balloons, stepped onto the red carpet paved with red roses, and walked towards the host of today's wedding, Liao Kun, the number one host in China, under the attention of everyone.

Suddenly, there was a lot of discussion in the crowd, and the cameras of the reporters also changed direction...

Liang Bo and Sun Xiaoran followed everyone's gaze...

Qiao Weiwei, dressed in white home clothes and holding a black Chanel bag, walked towards the bride and groom expressionlessly...

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