Dear President, take it easy

Su Qingcheng and Zhou Chuyu looked at the source of the sound at the same time, and saw that Ou Xiangbei was walking in their direction with a beautiful woman in his arms, talking and laughing.

On them, the gray casual long-sleeved suits of the same style made Zhou Chuyu's face darken instantly.

When he saw Zhou Chuyu, Ou Xiangbei's eyes flashed with astonishment, he put his arm around the beautiful woman's hand, and put it in his pocket guiltily, even stopping in his footsteps.

Ou Xiangbei stood there in embarrassment, scratching his head, looking at Zhou Chuyu not far away, the moment his eyes met, he kept laughing dryly.

The beauty beside him realized Ou Xiangbei's abnormality, and immediately stroked her golden curly hair, and followed Ou Xiangbei's eyes...

Seeing Zhou Chuyu, the beauty immediately turned her head, looked at Ou Xiangbei, and asked curiously, "Who is this..."

Then, Zhou Chuyu got up gracefully again, walked gracefully in front of Ou Xiangbei, glanced at the beautiful woman beside Ou Xiangbei, and said, "Xiang Bei, what a coincidence, come and drink coffee."

Her tone was calm and natural, and even her expression was impeccable.

"Bei, is this your friend?" The beauty asked Ou Xiangbei's arm again.

"On the 6th of this month, I will be his wife." Zhou Chuyu still maintained her usual elegance and self-cultivation.

After finishing speaking, Zhou Chuyu walked to Su Qingcheng, picked up the bag, and said to Su Qingcheng who was staring at Ou Xiangbei with displeasure: "Qingcheng, let's go."

Zhou Chuyu's voice melted the displeasure on Su Qingcheng's face.

He raised his head, looked at Zhou Chuyu's pale eyes, stood up, and said, "ok..."

After finishing speaking, under Ou Xiangbei's gaze, Su Qingcheng put his arms around Zhou Chuyu's shoulders and led her out together.

When passing by the house, Ou Xiangbei firmly grabbed Su Qingcheng's wrist, a trace of displeasure flashed in his black and white peach blossom eyes, but his voice was still lazily saying, "Su Qingcheng, come out for coffee with Chu Yu I don't object, but isn't your action a bit too intimate, she is the one who will marry me soon..."

Su Qingcheng snorted coldly, turned to look at Ou Xiangbei, and said, "Ou Xiangbei, so you know that you are about to get married..."

"Nonsense... Think I'm a fool, I don't even know my own business." Ou Xiangbei frowned, looked at Su Qingcheng, with a look of unhappiness on his handsome face.

Ou Xiangbei and Su Qingcheng talked to each other, attracting the attention of everyone in the coffee shop...

People start to look at each other...

"Now that you know, let me advise you, please go back and look it up in the dictionary to see how the word 'anfen' is written..." Su Qingcheng said coldly, even at this time, he still looked Full of elegance, after finishing speaking, Su Qingcheng continued to walk out with Zhou Chuyu in his arms...

"Nimma, I can write the word Anfen, and I need to look it up in a dictionary... Treat me as illiterate." Ou Xiangbei looked at the back of the two leaving in a sullen way, stomped his feet hard, and murmured .

Afterwards, he took a hard look at the people who were staring at him, and said, "Look at Mao, have you never seen a handsome guy in your life?"

Ou Xiangbei's appearance made the beautiful woman around him shiver in fright. She took Ou Xiangbei's arm again and said, "Bei, the relationship between your fiancée and that man seems unusual. A woman's intuition tells you Me, don't look at this woman's elegant appearance, but she must be very restless in her heart."

"Just be safe, be safe, come out as soon as I make an appointment with you!" Ou Xiangbei coldly pulled out the hand tightly held by the woman, strode quickly to find an empty seat, and sat down.

The beauty didn't get angry because of this, but continued to smile and walked to Ou Xiangbei and sat down opposite him, holding Ou Xiangbei's hand tightly, and said: "Okay, I see, I won't speak ill of your fiancee anymore That's it, look, you're nervous, didn't you say that the coffee here is delicious, you recommend one... After drinking it, we can go shopping, Chanel store has a new batch of limited edition bags, you accompany I'll go take a look..."

Ou Xiangbei snapped his fingers and said to the waiter who was clearing the table, "Waiter, two cups of mocha coffee."

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The underground parking lot is dark and quiet.

In the black Buick business car, Zhou Chuyu was sitting in the co-pilot's seat, leaning on the car glass with his elbows, slightly bending his fingers against his jaw, frowning deeply...

She always had this expression when she came out of the coffee shop.

Su Qingcheng didn't start the car immediately, but held her hand and said: "Chu Yu, you saw it today, he is going to marry you and still refuses to hold back, what are you doing with such a man? ? Don’t make a mistake and become eternal hatred. If you are not married now, it is too late for you to regret it. When you get married, it will be too late.”

"Let's drive, go to the company, there is still a lot of work to be done." Zhou Chuyu sighed, and withdrew his hand, without turning his head, with mixed feelings in his heart.

"Chu Yu, you clearly know how much I like you. Apart from the accident that my family background is not as good as that man, how can I not compare to him... Just stay with me, okay?" Su Qingcheng moved in Zhou Chuyu's direction , Holding Zhou Chuyu's hand again, said.

"Su Qingcheng, in front of love, there is no question of whether you can compare or not. This thing is based on feeling. I have liked him since I was 17 years old, and I have long known that he is a playboy. I have also tried to divert the target. , trying not to love him, but I can't do it, my heart beats involuntarily whenever I see him... Besides, we are both going to get married anyway, and the only person who can stay by his side forever is the same person Me, those women are just for fun, they can't grow..."

Zhou Chuyu drew out a hand, attached it to the back of Su Qingcheng's hand, and spoke seriously.

They are about to get married and have their own small family. No matter how crazy Ou Xiangbei is outside in the future, he will still have to go home.

"Zhou Chuyu, do you want to be so stupid..." Su Qingcheng looked at her, his heart seemed to be twisted by something.

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At the same time, the Qiao family.

In the room, Qiao Moli, who was injured and unable to run around, was wearing a red low-cut nightgown, sitting on the bed holding the computer and carefully browsing the news about Qiao Weiwei, Liang Bo, and Sun Xiaoran.

On the chest, the wound stitched with needles loomed, which was a bit shocking.

Looking at the posts of Sun Xiaoran's fans cursing Qiao Weiwei one after another, Qiao Moli felt extremely refreshed in an instant.

Fingers covered with crimson nail polish danced quickly on the keyboard, writing: "Qiao Weiwei, the most beautiful woman in history, go to hell..."

"Wow..." The window was slowly pushed open, and a gust of cold wind blew into the room. The fiery red curtains on both sides of the window fluttered with the wind like waves, which made Qiao Moli's skin goosebumps instantly.

She shivered and looked up at the wide open window...

I saw the mysterious woman from last time standing with her back to the window at this moment, still wearing the same outfit as last time, black leather tights, black leather boots, and a silver butterfly mask covering her face...

The wind made her hair fly wildly, and her eyes looked coldly at Qiao Moli under the mask for a moment...

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