Dear President, take it easy

The golden pistol shone with a harsh cold light in the dull and oppressive space.

Chen Bihua looked at the black muzzle of the gun, and his whole body was limp on the ground, as if every hair on his body stood on end.

Looking at the cold and emotionless eyes with horror and fear, he said: "Even if you point a gun at me, I will not tell you where Jasmine is... Absolutely not."

His cool and icy eyes narrowed, and the corners of his exquisite mouth curled up in an indifferent arc. He stretched out his hand and tugged at the collar of the black shirt on his body.

Two gold-plated buttons fell silently.

On the side, Liang Yi smiled lightly, with slender legs, gracefully overlapping, playing with the phone in one hand, waiting for the upcoming good show.

Liang Bo moved his body, and the cold muzzle of the gun quickly imprinted on the center of Chen Bihua's eyebrows.

Chen Bihua gasped, looked at Liangbo, and said, "Liangbo, are you really going to kill me? What you need to know is that I am different from the group of unknown soldiers who died in your hands before."

"No, you are all the same, if you have to say something different, it may be that you are a little more deadly than them." Ou Xiangbei said.

Cool and silent, the hand on the trigger suddenly exerted force...

"Boom..." Chen Bihua fell to the ground in response, and light red liquid gushed out from between her eyebrows...

The bright and dazzling blood stained the snow-white carpet red.

In the gorgeous baroque space, a strong smell of blood spread silently.

Snorting coldly, he threw the pistol aside casually, bent down and took out a wet tissue from the coffee table, and wiped his hands.

Then, he calmly threw the wet tissue onto Chen Bihua's still warm body, and said, "North."

"Huh?" Ou Xiangbei asked, looking at Chen Bihua's hideous situation at his feet.

Liang Yi and Ou Xiangbei gasped at the same time, silently watching Chen Bihua's hideous death.

"Beep beep..." The vibrating sound of the phone broke the silence and interrupted what Liangbo wanted to say.

Liang Bo slowly took out the phone from his pocket, and answered the call from his secretary, Mandy.

"President, I checked the entry and exit records at the airport, and Qiao Moli went to Japan"

"Send me more people right away, make sure to find her for me..." Liang Bo frowned, moved her two perfect thin lips, and her eyes were fierce.

After finishing speaking, Liang Bo hung up the phone, looked at Ou Xiangbei and said, "Take care of her right away. Also, let the public know that Chen Bihua went abroad for recuperation due to health reasons."

"I see……"

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The next day.

"My child... my child..."

The heart-wrenching feeling of the nightmare made Qiao Weiwei frowned in her sleep.

The two pale thin lips moved weakly, and tears welled up along the corners of the eyes bit by bit, moistening the snow-white pillow.

The closed eyes suddenly opened, and the boundless pain wandered wantonly in her body and heart, tormenting her almost to the point of going crazy.

The image of Qiao Moli kicking her abdomen fiercely appeared before her eyes again. She hated and felt guilty.

I hate Qiao Moli for killing her child, and I feel guilty that I didn't know that I was pregnant, and I didn't protect my child well...

The morning light scattered into the white ward through the half-drawn curtains, and scattered on her pale face like paper.

The teardrops on his face shone with colorful halos under the sunlight.

She gritted her teeth, got up with difficulty while supporting her sore body, picked up the fruit knife by the bedside, and got out of bed barefoot.

The cold feeling on the ground, from the soles of the feet to the heart.

Holding the fruit knife firmly, she walked quickly to the door.

At this moment, the door was pushed open silently, and Qiao Weiwei bumped into Liang Bo who had just arrived.

The fruit knife in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Master Bo..." Through a layer of mist in her eyes, Qiao Weiwei glanced at Liang Bo, her eyes were empty and without any focus.

She bent down, picked up the fruit knife, and said, "Master Bo, I'm going to kill their mother and daughter, do you want to go with me..."

As she spoke, a bloodthirsty smile rose from the corner of her mouth, and her tears were like broken beads.

Liang Bo looked at her silently, wiped her tears with one hand, and said, "Chen Bihua is dead, as for Qiao Moli, I will find her soon..."

"Heh... heh... good death..." Qiao Weiwei sneered weakly, trembling, the hand holding the knife became weak for a while, and the sharp fruit knife fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Her body felt weak for a while, and she squatted down slowly, holding her head in her hands, her face pressed against her knees, and trembling constantly.

Liang Bo let out a long sigh, bent down, picked her up horizontally, and strode toward the bed with quick strides.

He let her hold her, and his whole body was still trembling in his arms...

"Chen Bihua, you deserve what you deserve, right...Qiao Zhihai is in the spirit of the sky, so he won't blame me, right..." Just after being put on the bed, Qiao Weiwei stared at the pure white ceiling, moved her lips, and said.

"Yes, they deserve what they deserve..." Liang Baojian frowned, looking at her, his heartache was self-evident.

He slowly sat by her bed, his pale face full of gloom.

"Will I go to hell if I die? After Chen Mingxin and others last time, another person died because of me..." She spoke weakly, unable to tell whether it was sadness or joy in her heart.

"No... They all died because of me. Even if they go to hell, I will do it for you." He stretched out his hand, touched her still swollen face, and said.

"Then, when we're dead, we'll play together... Do you agree?" She turned sideways, looked at him, and said.

"Okay..." He slightly raised one corner of his lips and smiled wryly.

"Master Bo, your complexion is a little bad. Do you want to call the doctor to come over and take a look? You just finished the operation a few days ago, so don't keep running around like this."

"Dong dong dong..." There was a gentle knock on the door, interrupting what Liang Bo was about to say.

Then the door was pushed open.

Zhou Chuyu, who was wearing a black long-sleeved suit, walked in with two boxes of imported supplements.

Zhou Chuyu forced a smile and walked to Qiao Weiwei's bedside. Looking at the pale and tearful Qiao Weiwei on the hospital bed, her heart ached.

"Weiwei, my dear, this is the end of the matter, and being sad won't help, right? It's not good for your eyes to cry all the time, don't cry, okay?" Zhou Chuyu looked at Qiao Weiwei while wiping her tears, feeling distressed talking.

"Sister Chuyu..." Qiao Weiwei stretched out her hand, held Zhou Chuyu's hand, and smiled wryly.

"Master Bo, you just finished the operation a few days ago, so you can go back and forth between two hospitals, can you do it?" Zhou Chuyu turned his head again, looking at Liang Bo and asked.

"It's okay, I have inspections every day." Liang Bo said.

"Beep beep beep..." The phone kept vibrating in his pocket.

He slowly took out his mobile phone from his trousers pocket, and when he saw Mandy's name, he picked it up and said, "Hey, how is the investigation going? Did you find Qiao Moli?"