Dear President, take it easy

Ou Xiangbei slowly pushed Zhou Chuyu away, put his hands in the pockets of the maroon woolen coat, and walked quickly to the black Buick business car...

"Isn't this the very long Su Qingcheng's car? Why are you driving his car?" Ou Xiangbei raised his eyebrows, and kicked the wheel a few times with his feet in black leather boots.

Not to mention, kicking this tire as Su Qingcheng is really cool!

"Didididi..." The car immediately issued a piercing siren.

"It's nothing more than the number of people and trains, and the siren of this car is also so frequent!" Ou Xiangbei said sourly, holding innocent car tires one after another like a child.

Looking at him, Zhou Chuyu's face was darkened.

It seems that the sirens of the cars are almost the same... There is no difference between good and bad. -

Zhou Chuyu walked quickly to his side.

Her long hair was blown by the cold wind, and the tip of her nose was slightly red.

His sullen look and his sour tone made Zhou Chuyu happy.

A pair of eyes glowed with joy.

But he looked at him half-jokingly, and said: "We are close, he is my blue face, what's wrong with me driving his car? Stop kicking, it's too noisy."

close……!Lan Yan...!

These two words intensified Ou Xiangbei's displeasure.

The kicking of the tires stopped suddenly.

After standing firmly on his feet, he turned sideways, looked at Zhou Chuyu, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Honey, how can you have a blue face?! This is not allowed! What if he is blue and I am green? !"

"Fuck you! You are allowed to have a beautiful face, and I won't be allowed to have a blue face!" Zhou Chuyu smiled lightly, and his fist landed on Ou Xiangbei's chest lightly and lightly.

"I don't have a beauty, I'm so honest and honest, how can I have a beauty! I don't have a beauty!" Speaking of this, his mouth curled into a characteristic smirk.

To be honest, **Si...

Those words have nothing to do with him, do they?Thunder rolling...

Zhou Chuyu once again had black lines on his face.

Suddenly thought of something, she stretched out her hand, patted herself on the forehead and said, "Look at me. This is no memory!"

Then, she quickly took out his mobile phone from Ou Xiangbei's pocket and dialed Liang Yi's number directly.

As soon as the phone was dialed, Zhou Chuyu turned directly to the other end of the phone and said, "By the way, Liang Yi, don't tell her about Weiwei's poisoning, and don't even tell Su Qingcheng."

"Sister Chu Yu, I know it even if you don't tell me, just that parrot... if my sister-in-law's character is known, she will definitely force my brother to divorce..." On the other end of the phone, Liang Yi braked steadily and turned the car Stopped at the entrance of the hospital, glanced at Su Qingcheng beside him, and said.

"Well...well, that's it for now, bye." After finishing speaking, Zhou Chuyu hung up the phone and put the phone back in Ou Xiangbei's pocket.

"What's going on? How did they know?" Ou Xiangbei asked puzzled.

"Weiwei insisted on asking Liangyi to kill Sun Xiaoran today. After listening to her, that boy Liangyi ran out of the ward with a fruit knife. I didn't stop him and let him run away in a car. He happened to be waiting for a taxi by the side of the road. I met Qingcheng when I was young, and he took me to Mengyuan, but luckily we went there in time, otherwise Sun Xiaoran would really have died." Zhou Chuyu said.

Thinking of that scene, Zhou Chuyu's heart still beats faster now. If they had gone one step later, then Sun Xiaoran...

"Oh? That kid Liangyi still has that side? It's a pity that I didn't see it." Ou Xiangbei raised his eyebrows again, and smiled.

Looking at him, Zhou Chuyu stood on tiptoe, grabbed his red ears with cool hands, and said, "Okay, don't stand here and freeze to death, let's go home and cook."

"One first and then cooking." As he said, he stretched out his long arms and easily embraced her in his arms, and his lips with a naughty smile slowly approached hers.

"I want to fly higher~~~Fly higher~~~"

As soon as the tongue went straight in, the phone in his pocket began to ring restlessly.

Zhou Chuyu pushed him away in embarrassment, and said, "The phone..."

Ou Xiangbei pursed his lips, heaved a long sigh, and picked up the phone impatiently.

Keeping her eyes fixed on Zhou Chuyu's reddish face, she didn't see who it was, so she yelled directly at the other end of the phone, "Damn it, who is this? They insist on calling while being kissed."

"I'm Chen Yi. Did you mean to come and see me before? I have time tonight, do you want to come over?"

The voice on the other side of the phone filled my ears, Zhou Chuyu heard the content on the phone clearly, her eyes darkened, but she didn't speak.

Ou Xiangbei glanced at Zhou Chuyu with a guilty conscience, and said to the other end of the phone, "Damn it, I made the wrong number!"

After that, he hung up the phone and turned off the phone.

"Wrong number, wrong number." After putting the phone back into his pocket, Ou Xiangbei scratched his hair with a dry smile, carefully looking at Zhou Chuyu's seemingly calm face.

Zhou Chuyu gave him a meaningful look, then turned around and entered the door.

Just now, she heard the word Chen Yi clearly.

This name was no stranger to her, because she had read his text messages to Ou Xiangbei before.

Ou Xiangbei, who had never been with any woman for more than a week, let this woman stay by his side for three months this time.

A layer of uneasiness surged in her heart.

Ou Xiangbei's treatment of Chen Yi seemed to be different from those women before.

"Wife, what do you think these people are all about? It's okay to make wrong calls all the time." He followed her behind and explained, obviously a little deceiving.

At the inner door, Zhou Chuyu took out the key and opened the door.

Without even looking at Ou Xiangbei, she put on her slippers, crossed the living room, and walked into the kitchen.

Looking at Zhou Chuyu's back, Ou Xiangbei shrugged, quickly put on his slippers, and followed into the kitchen.

At this moment, Zhou Chuyu was washing his hands in front of the sink in the kitchen. Through the light-seeing mirror, Ou Xiangbei had a panoramic view of that cold and gloomy face.

He knew that she might be angry.

So, he strode up behind her, stretched out his hand, hugged her tightly from behind, put his chin on her neck, and said coquettishly, "wife..."

The faint fragrance of her body came to his nostrils, which made him feel at ease.

Those women outside were like strong wine mixed with drugs to him.

But Zhou Chuyu is like a cup of warm milk to him. Although it is not as exciting as spirits, it is an indispensable habit in his life.

After washing his hands, Zhou Chuyu wiped his hands, raised his head to meet his eyes through the mirror, and said, "Okay, I'm not angry, you go out, the kitchen is not a place for men to stay."

"Honey, you are so kind..."

"North..."

"Ok?"

"Can I make a request?" Zhou Chuyu asked after taking a deep breath.