Dear President, take it easy

In the interrogation room, the atmosphere was very serious.

Two police officers, a man and a woman, sat opposite Qiao Weiwei.

"There's news from the hospital that Qiao Moli is dead. She's your sister, don't you think you've acted too harshly?" The female policeman looked at Qiao Weiwei and said coldly.

"I was just defending myself. I was sleeping well, but she came over with a gun and wanted to kill me. At that time, she was about to pull the trigger. If I didn't do it, I would be the one who died." How could she pretend to be calm, but the handcuffed hands on her legs betrayed her.

Really calm down, think about the scene just now, think of what she did, she is a little scared.

Before, when the child died because of Qiao Moli, she really wanted to kill her with her own hands.

However, when she really did this, she regretted it a little.

"You are sisters, why did she come to kill you? Or did you do something to her before?" Looking at Qiao Weiwei's pale face, the policewoman asked forcefully.

The male policeman on the side carefully recorded Qiao Weiwei's statement with a laptop.

The sound of fingers flying on the keyboard hovered and echoed in the small and dull space.

"I also really want to know why she wanted to kill me..." Qiao Weiwei sneered weakly.

The grievances of the previous generation, as well as the entanglements between them, doomed her and Qiao Moli to never be close sisters.

"Crack..." The door of the interrogation room slowly opened.

"Master Bo, Young Master Ou, this is it..." The chief of the police station entered the door first, and nodded and bowed to Ou Xiangbei who looked indifferent outside the door.

"Director..." The two policemen saw the chief and immediately got up respectfully and saluted.

The director ignored them, and still looked at Liang Bo and Ou Xiangbei with that flattering look.

Liang Bo coldly glanced at the director, and walked to Qiao Weiwei with Ou Xiangbei.

On the opposite side, the female policeman stared at Liang Bo like a nympho, her eyes shining brightly.

Liang Bo saw the tension in her heart, bent down directly, picked her up horizontally, ignored everything, walked outside, and said as he walked: "Girl, let's go back."

"Master Bo...Master Bo...there are reporters outside now, if I leave now, how can I explain to the public, Master Bo..." The director reached out his hand, wiped the sweat off his body, and quickly followed behind Behind the thin body, the pug-like talking.

"This is your business, it has nothing to do with me, my woman, you must not stay in this kind of place..."

Qiao Weiwei looked up, looked at his face close at hand, and listened to his domineering words, but her heart felt warm.

Seeing this, Ou Xiangbei winked at the policewoman opposite, and then followed quickly...

"Master Bo, why don't you go through the back door...Master Bo, please come with me." The director hurried forward to lead the way.

Liang Bo did not refuse, turned his head, and said to Ou Xiangbei beside him: "Drive the car to the back door..."

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The dazzling black Land Rover drove away from the police station in a low-key manner, and rushed into the galaxy-like traffic.

In the back seat of the car, Qiao Weiwei leaned expressionlessly on Liang Bo's shoulder. With such a distance, her heart was no longer flustered as before.

The silver-white handcuffs glared coldly in the alternating light and dark compartment.

"Another Qiao Moli died in my hands. Now that I die, I will definitely go to hell. Am I a bit too cruel?" Qiao Weiwei took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled, closing her eyes and pretending to fall asleep , in my heart, there are mixed feelings.

Liang Bo stretched out his hand, caressing her soft and fragrant hair, turned his face and chin against her brow, looked at the flashing prosperity outside the window, and said: "No, she deserves to die. You mustn't." Don't be cruel, be good, don't think so much, whether you go to hell or go to heaven, I will accompany you."

Hearing Liang Bo's affectionate words, Ou Xiangbei, who was driving quietly, glanced at the back seat of the car through the interior mirror, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

After Mu Fan, the best brother in his life, Liang Bo, can find someone who can open his heart to him again, and he is very happy for him.

"..." Qiao Weiwei didn't speak, leaning against her body, breathing calmly.

She is so tired, too many things have happened to her recently.

The Land Rover slowly parked under the apartment building.

At this moment, Qiao Weiwei was sleeping deeply, with an indelible exhaustion on her face.

Ou Xiangbei got out of the car first, and opened the door for Liang Bo.

The cold wind poured into the car, making Qiao Weiwei shiver slightly in her sleep.

Ou Xiangbei bent down and carefully carried Qiao Weiwei out of the car. After Liang Bo got out of the car, the two walked side by side into the brightly lit building.

"Xiangbei, public opinion still wants you..."

"I know it even if you don't tell me, that's all right... Put Weiwei down later and I'll go about my business. Don't thank me too much. When I get married, just bring a big red envelope with me. I like money." In the elevator, Ou Xiangbei looked at the jumping floor numbers and said jokingly.

"..."

Liang Bo stopped talking.

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After Ou Xiangbei left, the bedroom became calm again.

Standing beside the bed in silence, Liang Bo looked at the sleeping Qiao Weiwei, as if a piece of her heart had been gouged out by a knife.

When his eyes shifted to the handcuffs in her hand that were shining with cold light, he stretched out his hand, pinched the frowning brows, walked quickly to the dressing table, opened the drawer, found a thin black hairpin, and looked at it. Glancing, then walking over to the bed again.

He quickly sat beside her, and the big soft bed sank deeply because of his sitting down.

He bent down, and inserted the thin hairpin in his hand into the keyhole of the handcuffs deeply. With a small sound of "pop...", the handcuffs immediately and slowly opened.

He stretched out his hand and threw the handcuffs to the floor in disgust.

"Hmm..." When the handcuffs fell to the ground, Qiao Weiwei slowly opened her eyes. She looked at Qingcheng's face that had been magnified several times above her head, smiled slightly, and then sat up.

"Did I wake you up?" He stretched out his hand and scratched her nose, and said.

Qiao Weiwei didn't speak, her hands silently hooked his neck, and she rubbed her body towards him, her cold and soft lips pressed tightly against his lips...

Tongue, directly pried open his teeth, and drove straight in...