Dear President, take it easy

His words made her face sink.

All the luster faded from a pair of eyes in an instant.

It was as if a piece of the heart had been deeply gouged out, and then sprinkled with a layer of finely divided salt, which was painful and painful.

But it still maintains the original posture and hangs on his body.

The index finger of his right hand lightly traced his exquisite jaw line, pretending to be free and easy, and said: "Well... let's get married."

He took in all her displeasure, but curled his lips helplessly, squinted at her with his dark eyes, and said, "It only takes three years."

Only three years, three years later, after her poison is completely cured, he will divorce Sun Xiaoran and marry her...

"Actually, I really want to ask, why did it take three years? What agreement did you make?" She asked, meeting his bottomless eyes.

"Woman, you shouldn't know, don't try to find out." He stretched out his hand, scratched her nose, and said.

She shrugged, stopped asking, and said, "Let's go down to eat, I'm hungry. I didn't eat much in the morning."

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After taking a bath, a refreshed Qiao Weiwei and Liang Bo went downstairs hand in hand.

In the living room, Ning Meng, who was sitting on the sofa with flowers, saw Qiao Weiwei and Liang Bo, immediately put down the scissors and the delicate red rose in her hands, rubbed her hands on her white apron, and quickly walked up to them. Before him, he said, "Master Bo, Sister Weiwei, why did it take you so long to come down?"

When she glanced at the hickey marks on Qiao Weiwei's neck, Ning Meng added: "Did you fight inside just now, Mr. Bo, did you hit Sister Weiwei? Why is Sister Weiwei's neck so red?" .”

With dark lines on Liangbo's face, he held Qiao Weiwei's hand trembling in embarrassment, but remained silent.

"No, no... Ning Meng, you're overthinking, go to the restaurant and serve all the food, we're hungry." Qiao Weiwei smiled awkwardly, reached out to touch the hickey on her neck, and said.

"Oh... that's right." After speaking, Ning Meng touched her forehead again, then turned around and walked quickly into the restaurant.

"Someday, I'll have to ask Ning Motong how he taught his younger sister. She's eighteen, why don't she understand anything..." Liang Bo dragged Qiao Weiwei to the restaurant, saying as he walked.

"Does eighteen have to understand?"

"Hmm... I don't know how I can serve my man as comfortably as you do in the future?"

While talking, the two had already walked into the restaurant.

Qiao Weiwei blushed, opened her chair and sat down, looking at a large table of steaming Chinese dishes, drooling.

Liangbo opened the chair, sat in front of Qiao Weiwei, smiled playfully, stretched out her foot under the table, rubbed her smooth ankle lightly, and teased: "Tell me, am I right, woman... "

Ning Meng took two bowls of rice and placed them next to Qiao Weiwei and Liang Bo respectively, without noticing the ambiguity in the atmosphere.

Then, Ning Meng silently served herself a bowl of rice and sat beside Qiao Weiwei.

"Kung Pao chicken, sweet and sour carp, pork ribs with scallions, spinach soup, hot and sour lotus root slices are all my favorites, Ning Meng, come back to China with me when the time comes, let Master Bo find you a school, and then After school or on weekends when you have nothing to do, you can cook for Master Bo and me, and then go shopping with me, how about that?" Qiao Weiwei ignored Liang Bo, turned her face away indifferently, and looked at Ning behind her. Lemon said.

"Forget about going to school. Going to school with my physical condition will only make my classmates laugh." Ning Meng said with a slight smile.

"Whatever it is, you should study hard at your age. After returning to China, I will find you a good school." Liang Bo gracefully picked up the chopsticks, but did not pick up any food, looked at Ning Meng, and said.

"But I don't want to go to school. My health is so bad. If I go to school, I will only be squeezed out by my classmates' jokes. It's enough to experience that kind of thing once."

Thinking that she was unable to participate in various activities in the class because of heart disease, and was ridiculed and isolated by her classmates, she was particularly repelled by the school.

"Who dares to exclude you, come to me, I'll help you beat him..." Qiao Weiwei picked up a piece of chicken and put it in Ning Meng's bowl, and said.

"Well, yes, I'm looking for your sister Weiwei, your sister Weiwei is a fierce girl..." After finishing speaking, Liang Bo slowly picked up a slice of lotus root and took a bite...

"... Get out!" She gave him a hard look, and kicked his toes fiercely with her foot under the table, and said.

"Where do you want me to get lost? If I get lost, who do you want to go to?..." He didn't shy away from the presence of Ning Meng, leaning lazily on the back of the chair, crossing his slender legs, looking Looking at her, Mo Mou narrowed, very ambiguous.

Ning Meng ate her meal on her own, and didn't understand what Master Bo said at all.

Qiao Weiwei gave Liang Bo a hard look, then turned her head to look at Ning Meng who was only focused on eating, then lowered her head, awkwardly pushing the rice into her mouth.

"Hurry up and eat, let's go out for a walk after eating." Liang Bo said.

Qiao Weiwei didn't speak...

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In New York in the afternoon, the whole city has a different kind of laziness.

The white Bentley shuttles low-key on the busy streets.

In the car, Qiao Weiwei quietly watched the various buildings with the logo of the Liang Group passing by outside the window, leaning on the backrest, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Qiao Weiwei's clothes today are a bit ordinary, a simple white long-sleeved t-shirt, a pair of simple white pencil pants, and a pair of white round-toed flat shoes under her feet.

The car stopped at the largest jewelry mall in the center of New York.

After parking the car, Liang Bo took Qiao Weiwei's hand and walked straight into the mall.

"It's boring, why don't you go shopping for clothes, what do you do in this kind of place, and I don't like those jewelry." She didn't wear the heart pink diamond bracelet she gave her on her previous birthday.

"This must be worn." He stretched out his hand, put his arms around her shoulders, and strode into the door.

What greets the eyes is a resplendent world, all kinds of jewels are shining dazzlingly in the glass cabinets that can be seen.

This is the paradise that women dream of. 90.00% of women will be excited when they come here, and Qiao Weiwei happens to be that one percent.

After listening to "Welcome to xxxx" all the way, Liang Bo took Qiao Weiwei's hand, went straight into the elevator, and pressed the button for the tenth floor.

"Seeing that you are very familiar with this place, you have brought women here before, right? What do you buy? Necklaces? Diamond watches? Or what?" There was a distinct sour taste in her words.

"I've bought all of the things you mentioned. What's the matter?" He didn't hesitate, standing against the gold-plated wall, with his hands gracefully folded on his chest, looking at her with a smile in his eyes.

"Oh...it's nothing, I'm just asking." She nodded sullenly, looked at the beating numbers on the elevator, and stopped talking.

"Are you jealous? Because of the shitty things in the past?"

"I'm so jealous, who is interested in being jealous because of your messy past..." She rolled his eyes at him and said.

"The tenth floor sells wedding rings designed by world-renowned designers... What, you want to choose a wedding ring? For Sun Xiaoran?" She asked again.