Dear President, take it easy

In fact, the relationship between people is really subtle. Some people, even if you haven’t met them before, and you don’t have any intersections, the first time you see her, you like her from the bottom of your heart.

That's how Qiao Weiwei felt towards Ning Meng. She liked this weak little girl the first time she saw her, and she couldn't tell the reason.

Qiao Weiwei stepped forward, held Ning Meng's cool hand, and said, "Okay, Ning Meng, you will take care of my daily life during this time, you can move here immediately. But, don't you have to go to school?"

"Hehe, I'm not going anymore." Ning Meng smiled slightly, her clear eyes were full of smiles.

"All right, Ms. Qiao, I'll take Ning Meng to pack her things right now. Then let her come over as soon as possible." Saying that, Ning Motong nodded to Qiao Weiwei again, took Ning Meng's hand, turned and left.

After watching them leave, Qiao Weiwei closed the door, walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, leaned on the railing, and looked at the large expanses of green in the courtyard of the villa, feeling very happy.

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After coming out of the villa, Ning Meng followed Ning Motong's footsteps and got into the car.

After getting into the car, Ning Motong didn't start the car immediately. He stretched out his hand, held Ning Meng's cool hand, turned to look at her with a serious expression, and said, "Next, your task is to gain Qiao Weiwei's trust. , so that she can bring you back to China, you know?"

"Brother... can I not participate in your plan? I don't think I can do it. Mr. Bo is so kind to us. My heart was bought by Mr. Bo with money. I..." Ning Meng turned to her Ning Mo begged with his gradually cold eyes.

"Slap!" A slap landed on Ning Meng's face, not lightly but not hard.

Ning Meng covered her face, looked at Ning Motong, tears welled up in her eyes, looked at him aggrievedly, but did not speak.

"Ning Meng! Sober up, have you forgotten what I told you... Both our parents died at the hands of Liang Tianyou. If Liang Tianyou didn't annex my father's company by despicable means, my father would not I would commit suicide in despair, and my mother would not die of a heart attack because of hearing the news of my father's suicide! You were only 1 year old at the time, and you didn't know anything, but I witnessed all this with my own eyes when I was 11 years old..."

Recalling that story, Ning Motong's eyes suddenly tightened, and his hands were quietly clenched into fists.

"But, it's Liang Tianyou who hurt people, right? It's none of Mr. Bo's business."

"The harmful Liang Tianyou needs to die, and his son Liangbo is equally unlucky. Not only will I kill Liang Tianyou, but I will also turn his son into a pauper... let him also taste what I did when I was living on the street. The taste of food. Listen to Ning Meng, you have to cooperate with me, you have no choice!" Ning Motong looked at Ning Meng coldly and ordered.

Ning Meng was so shocked by his words that she shuddered unconsciously.

Then, Ning Motong regained his gentle face, took Ning Meng into his arms, and said, "Ning Meng, we have the responsibility to avenge our parents, don't we..."

Ning Meng let Ning Motong hold her, sniffed, and said, "Brother, I understand..."

Hearing Ning Meng's words, Ning Motong smiled in satisfaction, let go of her, and said, "Let's go back and pack our things, and you'll come over later, huh?"

Ning Meng nodded, kept silent, sniffed, leaned on the soft backrest, and looked out the window.

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A month later.

In the sunny living room, Qiao Weiwei sat quietly on the maroon retro sofa, drinking freshly squeezed orange juice from Ning Meng, while looking at the cool photo in a financial magazine that took up an entire page, the corners of her lips Gently evoke a perfect arc.

In the photo, he was still dressed in black, and his eyes were colder than his own.

I haven't seen him for a month, and the two of them just communicated by email for a month, and she really misses him a little bit.

Behind him, two blond maids were earnestly mopping the floor.

"Crack..." The door was pushed open gently, and Ning Meng, who was carrying a large bag of vegetables, entered the door. While changing her slippers, she looked at Qiao Weiwei and said, "Miss Qiao, let's cook Chinese food today. OK?"

"Okay..." Qiao Weiwei nodded, then yawned, and said.

"Miss Qiao, I think you're sleepy, why don't you go up and rest for a while. I'll call you when it's time to eat." Ning Meng walked up to Qiao Weiwei with a big bag of vegetables, and said.

"That's fine, you can call me later, and I told you, from now on, call me Weiwei or Miss Weiwei, don't call me Miss Qiao, it's weird." Qiao Weiwei stood up, patted Ning Meng's shoulder, and then, Quickly went upstairs.

Ning Meng looked at Qiao Weiwei's back and frowned.

Ms. Qiao is also a very nice person and treats her well. Thinking of this, she felt guilty for a while.

After going upstairs, Qiao Weiwei went straight to the door of her room, pushed the door open and entered, walked quickly to the bed, and lay down directly.

She stretched, hugged the pillow, and closed her eyes directly...

The soft sunlight scattered into the room through the half-opened curtains and fell on her plain face.

"Crack..." There was a gentle push on the door, breaking the silence in the air.

Qiao Weiwei, who was in a light sleep state, turned her head and looked towards the door.

When her eyes fell on Liang Bo who was approaching her step by step, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes...

His eyes were like a gust of wind, blowing away all the sleepiness in her body.

He walked to her side with graceful steps, casting a heavy shadow on her.

I haven't seen him for a month, but his complexion has improved a lot, and he looks radiant.

She sat up quickly, looked at him who hadn't seen him for half a month, stretched out her hand, wrapped his waist around him, and said, "Why are you here? Why didn't you notify me before you came?"

"I want to sleep with you, so I'm here... I have notified you, can I still see your eyes full of surprise?" He stretched out his hand, gently stroked her hair, and took off all her hair for him. cold.

"Go to hell……"

"It's been a long time since I've been banned...now I desperately want...you" as he spoke, his thin lips curled up, and his warm body pressed down heavily.

The familiar scent of mint hit her nostrils, making her feel refreshed.

She put her hands around his neck naturally, raised her chin slightly, looked at him, and said, "Did you touch other women?"

"My body really wants to touch it, but my heart doesn't allow it... Be good, let me kiss you..."

After saying that, the hot lips were pressed down, and the tongue aggressively pried open her white teeth, and drove straight in, entangled with her tongue...

The scorching heat pressed against her, looking ready to go, even through the clothes, she could still feel the hot temperature of that object...