Dear President, take it easy

With that said, she lay down directly next to him.

In order not to touch the back of her head, she turned sideways, stretched out a hand, wrapped around his waist, closed her eyes, and said, "Master Bo, it's so great to be able to sleep in the same bed with you again... "

It's great that he's safe and sound.

Liang Bo turned off the TV, took advantage of the situation and lay down flat, pressed the light off button on the bedside, and the whole world turned from bright to dark.

"Is your head okay? Do you want to take a picture?" he asked.

"It's okay." She hugged him tightly, greedily breathing in his breath.

A good night's sleep.

The next day.

"Master Bo, Mom asked me to come and see you."

Sun Xiaoran's voice disturbed Qiao Weiwei's lucid dream.

She slowly opened her eyes, and what caught her eyes was Sun Xiaoran's seemingly harmless face.

She stretched, and looked at the soft pillow beside her, half-sitting on the bed, staring at Sun Xiaoran's indifference.

It's cold at the moment, the oxygen tube is still inserted in the nose, and the nutrient solution is still in the hand.

"Master Bo... What time is it?" She rubbed her sleepy eyes, stretched her waist, yawned, and said.

Hearing her words, the thousand-year-old ice in his eyes melted immediately. He turned his face, looked at her, stroked her hair, and said, "It's nine o'clock."

Seeing the intimacy of the two, Sun Xiaoran felt sore in his heart.

She had imagined such a scene countless times in her mind.

Qiao Weiwei tidied up her messy hair, got up slowly, got out of bed, picked up the phone and called Zhou Chuyu, and said, "Sister Chuyu, I'm in Master Bo's ward, bring me a suit. By the way And shoes"

Saying that, Qiao Weiwei glanced at Sun Xiaoran coldly, nodded politely at Sun Xiaoran, and then went straight into the bathroom.

Seeing the bathroom door closing slowly, Sun Xiaoran frowned, slowly sat down on the sofa beside the bed, and said in her usual coquettish tone: "Master Bo, when you get better, let's do it again." How was the wedding?"

"Okay, whatever you want, it's still the same, you decide everything, just let me know when the time comes." Liang Bo gave her a cold look, and said lightly, without even a smile.

Then, he picked up the remote control on the bedside, turned on the TV, and kept changing channels.

Sun Xiaoran silently clenched her fists, then smiled again, her voice was still as gentle as a bowl of warm water, and said: "Master Bo, Miss Qiao... you should stop letting her come here. Otherwise, Mom should be angry when she sees her." It's over."

"Sun Xiaoran, when is it your turn to make irresponsible remarks about my affairs?" Liang Bo stopped changing the channel, looked at Sun Xiaoran coldly, and slightly frowned.

The TV screen was fixed on CCTV's financial channel.

Although his voice was not loud, it was still full of intimidation.

Feeling the cold displeasure, Sun Xiaoran stopped talking, held his chin in both hands, leaned his elbows on the soft bed, looked at him with a smile, and said, "Although Ou Xiangbei has done a good job in dealing with the aftermath, the mainstream The media dare not casually report or interview news about our wedding, but many tabloid reporters still like to ask me these questions, but I choose to remain silent."

Sun Xiaoran pretended to be calm on the surface, but when he thought of this in his heart, he gritted his teeth with hatred.

At the wedding at that time, celebrities from all over the world, big names in the entertainment industry, and major mainstream media were present. What a beauty she was.

But because of Qiao Weiwei's appearance, all the halo that should belong to her was destroyed.

And she could only choose to swallow her anger.

You can't reveal half a word in front of the reporters, you can't express your dissatisfaction at all, you can only open your eyes and talk nonsense.

She was really wronged, she was going crazy.

"Crack..." The bathroom door was slowly pushed open.

Qiao Weiwei, who was refreshed after washing her face, slowly walked out of the bathroom.

"Come here..." He waved at her, as if calling his beloved pet, and then he turned off the TV directly.

Qiao Weiwei's eyes flicked past Sun Xiaoran, walked to Liang Bo and sat on the bed, and said, "What are you doing?"

"If you're hungry, call and order something to eat." He curled up one corner of his lips, with a hint of doting in his eyes.

"No, I'll just go out to eat later. I don't like eating in the ward." Qiao Weiwei stretched out her hand, straightened his collar, and said.

"Crack..." The door opened again, interrupting what Liangbo was about to say.

Holding a bag with the Chanel logo in one hand and a fruit basket in the other, Zhou Chuyu walked in with a smile on his face. When his eyes fell on Sun Xiaoran, the smile on his face froze briefly, and then recovered quickly.

"Sister Chuyu, so fast..." Qiao Weiwei stepped forward, took the bag from Zhou Chuyu's hand and said.

Zhou Chuyu put the fruit basket on the table, looked at Qiao Weiwei, and said, "I was almost at the hospital gate when you called, and when I heard you asked for clothes, I quickly turned around and went to the Chanel store on the next street shop. I bought a classic model, try it on and see if it fits you.”

"Okay, I'll go to the bathroom to change my clothes first, and we'll go out to eat later." Qiao Weiwei smiled and walked into the bathroom.

"Miss Zhou." Sun Xiaoran got up, looked at Zhou Chuyu, who was surrounded by elegance, and smiled slightly.

Zhou Chuyu nodded politely at her, then walked to the other side of the bed, looked at Liang Bo, and said, "How do you feel today, Master Bo?"

His hot face stuck to Zhou Chuyu's cold butt, which also made Sun Xiaoran feel extremely embarrassed.

"It's much better. Where's Xiangbei?" Liang Bo looked at Zhou Chuyu and said indifferently.

"Him? I don't know. I worked so late yesterday, so I guess I'm still sleeping at home at this time." Zhou Chuyu shrugged and sat by the bed.

At this moment, Qiao Weiwei, who was wearing a classic Chanel white coat and a black knee-length skirt, stepped out gracefully with a pair of black sky-high.

The long black hair is scattered on both sides, and the face is facing the sky, elegant and casual.

Liang Bo stared at her intently, with a smile in his eyes.

Seeing Qiao Weiwei's shining appearance, Sun Xiaoran was secretly jealous again. Her innate noble temperament, bright aura, and Master Bo's love for her were all the reasons for her envy and jealousy.

How could she, Qiao Weiwei, have the most beautiful things in the world, noble background, temperament, and the love of the best men in the world.

"Crack..." Accompanied by the sound of opening the door, dressed in white, with gauze wrapped around his head, he put his hands in the pockets of his trousers, walked in gracefully, and looked at Qiao Weiwei and said: " Sister-in-law's dress looks good, it's really pretty."

With a cool cry, sister-in-law was like a stone, hitting Sun Xiaoran directly in the heart.