Dear President, take it easy

On the hospital bed, Qiao Weiwei carefully supported the armrest at the head of the bed, bent down and tried to pick up the mobile phone that she accidentally dropped on the ground.

She almost exhausted all the strength in her body, but she still couldn't reach it.

A face was flushed from excessive exertion.

"Qiao Weiwei... You trash, can't you even pick up a broken mobile phone that fell on the ground now...!" Qiao Weiwei moved her body to the edge of the hospital bed with difficulty, leaned on the armrest, and bent down again, trying to grab it. Mobile phone on the ground.

"Boom...!" The center was unsteady, and the whole person fell heavily to the ground.

Both elbows collided with the cold and hard floor, and the heart-pounding pain spread throughout the body...

"Ah!" She was lying on the cold ground, not even wanting to move because of the pain.

Lying on the ground for a long time, until her elbows no longer hurt so much, and the cold temperature of the ground spread to her whole body, she was so cold that she couldn't bear it, so she struggled to sit up.hands, hanging powerlessly by his side...

She felt so aggrieved, really aggrieved.

She is really useless now, she can even drop something on the ground when she picks it up.

This feeling is really terrible.

He picked up the mobile phone on the ground, raised his hand, and threw it hard to the ground.

In an instant, the phone was broken into several pieces.

"No... I can't do this, I must stand up, I don't want to be a useless person! Don't!" She had red eyes, gritted her teeth, and kept shaking her head.

He grabbed the armrest of the bed with his hands again, trying to stand up.

She put almost all her strength on her hands.

After finally standing up, as soon as the hand left the armrest, the foot became weak, and the whole person fell heavily to the ground again.

At this moment, she finally knew what it means to have more than enough heart but not enough energy.

She still refused to admit defeat, moved her body again, grabbed the handrail, and tried to stand up again...

However, before standing up this time, the whole person fell to the ground again.

Irritability and despair came surging like sea water, as if they were going to swallow her whole.

Raising his hand, a fiery slap was printed on his left cheek.

How much she wished that this was just a nightmare, how much she hoped that the pain would wake her up quickly.

"Qiao Weiwei! You trash! Trash! This is just a nightmare, why don't you hurry up and wake up from the dream! Don't hurry up and wake up!" His hands patted his cheeks alternately.

The burning pain didn't make her stop what she was doing.

"Woman! What are you doing!" Seeing this scene, Liang Bo, who pushed the door open, immediately stepped forward, half-kneeled on the ground, and grabbed her two wrists...

"Go away! Let me go! Go find your sweet wife, Sun Xiaoran! What are you doing looking for me, a piece of trash!" She struggled and screamed, trying to break free from his restraint.

Her appearance made him angry and made her feel distressed.

The movement of grabbing her wrist intensified again, Qingcheng's face was filled with displeasure, his bottomless eyes fixed on her, and he ordered: "You be more honest!"

"What about me? It's none of your business. Go find Sun Xiaoran! Leave me alone!" She yelled heartbreakingly, tears streaming down her face.

"You are my woman! How can I ignore you! You cheer me up, didn't you say it? We still have a 50.00% chance, didn't you say it, I will take you to the United States tomorrow! Didn't you say it! I will heal you!"

He grabbed her two wrists with one hand, and squeezed her red and swollen cheeks with one hand. In the end, his voice was already hoarse, and the hands holding her cheeks were trembling.

"It's 50.00%, not [-]%...!" She said desperately.

"In the afternoon, did you instigate Liang Yi to kill Sun Xiaoran?"

"How did you know……"

"Coolness told me."

"Huh...huh...huh...I really hate, really hate, really hate! I thought Sun Xiaoran would die in the hands of Liang Yi this afternoon... Who knew that Sister Chu Yu and Su Qingcheng would save her, She is really lucky!" Speaking of this, the pair of red eyes became hollow and dim again, and the pupils were dilated and out of focus.

"How could you let Liang Yi do that kind of thing!"

"..."

Suddenly, she felt so powerless, so powerless.

It seemed that he didn't even have the strength to move his lips.

Looking at her, he slowly let go of his hands pinching her cheeks, heaved a long sigh, picked her up and put her on the bed.

After covering her with the quilt, he took off the brown wool coat on his body, hung it on the wall, and then sat on the sofa beside the bed...

He stretched out his hand and carefully wiped the tears on her cheeks. The redness and swelling on her face deeply hurt his heart.

He just felt like he was tormenting in hell at this moment.

No matter how cold and cruel he is, facing her, he will always be helpless.

If possible, he would rather give up everything he has in exchange for this woman's health and safety.

"Master Bo, let's go, I want to be alone." Closing her eyes, Qiao Weiwei moved her pale lips and said in an extremely hoarse voice.

"I'm here with you."

"One day I will kill Sun Xiaoran with my own hands, with my own hands!"

"..." He was silent, the action of wiping her tears paused, and then continued.

"..." She snorted coldly, raised one corner of her lips, and tightly closed her eyes.

She just wanted to sleep quickly.

Only sleep can make her forget the pain.

After tossing and crying for a long time, she was tired and fell into a deep sleep.

But he was sleepless.

Gracefully got up, walked to the balcony with slender legs.

Holding on to the railing, he lit a cigarette and smoked quietly.

A face covered with a layer of unresolved sorrow and helplessness.

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At the same time, Ou Xiangbei and Zhou Chuyu's house.

After dinner, Zhou Chuyu and Xin Qing were sitting on the sofa watching the shopping channel.

On the side, Ou Xiangbei was sitting on the floor, lazily leaning on his mother's Xinqing calf, playing a mobile game - running every day.

And what is being promoted on TV is a baby carriage.

Xin Qing looked at the baby carriage on TV, turned her head to look at her son who was playing childish games, raised her hand and "slapped!" and slapped Ou Xiangbei hard on the head.

Ou Xiangbei, who was playing with passion and concentration, was beaten by Qianfang, and his heart trembled.

He looked at Qianfang for no reason, touched the place where he was beaten, and said, "Mom... what's wrong with me!"

"If you have time to play childish games, why don't you go up and have a heart-to-heart talk with Chu Yu, and create a human being! Look at this little baby on TV, how cute it is, can't you give me a grandson to hug too! "Speaking, she flicked Ou Xiangbei's forehead again, and said.

On the side, Zhou Chuyu blushed when she heard Xin Qing's words, and said nothing.

"Mom... I really want to create humans with her! The problem is, didn't you ask us to watch TV with you!" Ou Xiangbei complained angrily.

Protest, he wants to protest, protest, strongly protest!

"That's okay, I just happen to be sleepy too, so hurry up and create a human for me, hurry up..." After saying that, Xin Qing turned off the TV and said.

"If you're sleepy, tell me sooner!" After saying that, Ou Xiangbei walked directly to Zhou Chuyu's side, hugged her horizontally, with a smirk on his lips, looked at her ambiguously, moved his lips, and said, "Let's go!" Come on, my wife, let's go up and create humans!"