Dear President, take it easy

Even though Ou Xiangbei tried every means to prevent the news from spreading, within two hours, the news that Qiao Weiwei, the president of Qiao's, held a knife to stop Liang Bo's wedding, still spread to every corner of the world.

Although the major mainstream media dare not report these news, such news still dominates the headlines on some gossip tabloids and online forums...

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Liang's private hospital.

The hospital was closed all afternoon and could not wait for any patients.

The tension enveloped the hospital airtightly.

A large number of security guards surrounded the hospital, forming an adult wall to prevent the swarming reporters from rushing into the hospital.

On the exclusive floor of the Liang family on the top floor, outside the emergency room, Qian Fang, Liang Tianyou, Sun Xing, Sun Xiaoran, Zhou Chuyu, Qiao Weiwei stood solemnly on the imported sofas sitting on both sides of the entrance of the emergency room...

But Ou Xiangbei didn't show up because he was busy dealing with the aftermath.

"I've been in for more than two hours, why haven't I come out? Mr. Bo will be fine..." Sun Xiaoran said, tears welled up in her eyes again, and the tears flowed down drop by drop, messing up her delicate bridal make-up. The white fluffy skirt was wet.

On the side, Liang Tianyou and Sun Xing looked solemn and said nothing.

Seeing Sun Xiaoran cry, Qianfang burst into tears again. She took a deep breath, and looked at Qiao Weiwei who was leaning against Zhou Chuyu's arms with her eyes closed and praying with tears in her eyes. There was a trace of hatred in the tears...

She got up with her white Chanel limited-edition bag, and walked towards Qiao Weiwei frantically.

The bag in his hand slapped her tearful face mercilessly.

While beating her, she gritted her teeth and screamed: "You jerk, if my son dies, I will never let you off easily! Damn, you go to die!!! You go to die!!! "

"Auntie, don't be like this..." Zhou Chuyu got up, bent down, covered Qiao Weiwei with her body, and endured the attack of the bag for her.

Qiao Weiwei just let Zhou Chuyu protect herself, shedding tears expressionlessly, as if all the strength had been taken from her body.

She stretched out a hand and grabbed her neck fiercely, her slender pink nails were deeply embedded in the smooth silky skin...

The warm blood quietly seeped into the crevices of the nails, leaving a bright red inside.

It took a long time for Qianfang to stop what she was doing, and her whole body "plopped..." knelt on the ground, folded her hands together, closed her eyes, and prayed: "God, please... please bless my son Liangbo!" , if he can come out of it without incident this time, then I am willing to shorten my life by 30 years..."

After finishing speaking, Qianfang wiped away her tears, and kowtowed hard towards the cold marble floor...

Zhou Chuyu sat down, grabbed Qiao Weiwei's hand on her neck, and looked at Qianfang, feeling sore in her heart.

"Okay, don't be ashamed, get up quickly!" Liang Tianyou, who had been silent all this time, frowned and said coldly to Qian Fang.

Qianfang sobbed, turned her head to look at Liang Tianyou, and sat on the ground slumped, saying: "If it's the coolness lying inside at this moment, if Wan Lingling is kneeling on the ground praying to the sky at this moment, you will definitely accompany her without hesitation Kneeling down and praying, I will definitely hug her tenderly and comfort her... right..."

"Ahem..." Liang Tianyou coughed lightly, glanced at Sun Xing, Sun Xiaoran, Qiao Weiwei, and Zhou Chuyu, lowered his head, and did not speak.

With tears streaming down her cheeks, Qian Fang barely raised one corner of her lips, sneered, and didn't speak.

Seeing this, Sun Xiaoran hurried forward, helped Qianfang up, and said thoughtfully: "Auntie, it's cold on the ground."

"Call me mom... Although the wedding didn't take place, and although you two haven't received the certificate yet, I recognize you as a daughter-in-law. You call me mom..." Qianfang took Sun Xiaoran's hand, glanced at Qiao Weiwei, and looked at her. Sun Xiaoran said.

"Mom... let's sit down..." Sun Xiaoran sniffed, looked at Qianfang, and said.

Only then did Qianfang sit down with Sun Xiaoran at the same time, looking anxiously at the red emergency light.

Qiao Weiwei took another deep breath, and then let it out slowly, trying to make herself more comfortable.

But why, at this moment, she felt that even taking a deep breath would hurt...

Looking at the emergency lights that have been refusing to go out all this time, she was terrified...

She was afraid that what would be waiting for her when the door opened was a cold corpse.

Heartache and guilt, tormented, she was about to collapse.

Scenes from the past swept in like a tide, his overbearing, his gentleness, his black belly, his cold charm, everything about him emerged before her eyes again...

Everything is like a sharp nail, knocking into every inch of her skin...

She finally knew what it means to be unable to breathe in pain...

She finally knew that she cared about him so much and was afraid of losing him...

He had a knife stuck in his body, but he comforted her in turn, don't be afraid, I'm here.

One second before he fell down, he told her "I love you"

She doesn't want to lose him like this... don't...

She also knew that the reason why he blocked the knife for Sun Xiaoran was entirely to protect her. If her knife had been stabbed in Sun Xiaoran's body, then she might not be able to sit here peacefully now, and she might have already entered police station...

"Sister Chuyu...I'm in so much pain." Qiao Weiwei hooked Zhou Chuyu's neck, tears had already soaked Zhou Chuyu's chest...

Her voice was very small, but Zhou Chuyu could hear it clearly...

Zhou Chuyu let out a long sigh, wiped away tears for Qiao Weiwei, touched her flushed and blue face that was beaten by Qianfang, and said, "Your pain, my sister feels the same... Weiwei will be fine... definitely... sister I believe Master Bo will be fine, he is not an ordinary person, he will be safe..."

There was a sound of hurried footsteps in the corridor.

Everyone followed the source of the sound, and saw Ou Xiangbei, who was dressed in royal blue casual clothes, walking towards them, frowning.

A pair of black and white peach blossom eyes are full of seriousness and sternness.

At this moment, he is completely different from the usual foolish and ruffian Ou Xiangbei...

"How's it going?" Ou Xiangbei glanced at everyone, then sat next to Zhou Chuyu...

"I've been doing rescue work inside, and the medical staff haven't come out yet... I don't know what's going on inside." Zhou Chuyu whispered.

"Xiang Bei, have all the guests been sent away?" Qian Fang asked.

"Dozens of planes have been arranged just now, and they have all left now..." Ou Xiangbei looked at Qianfang and nodded, saying

"Ding..." At this moment, the emergency light went out, and the door of the emergency room slowly slid open...