Dear President, take it easy

"Doctor Jeremy said that based on the information, Ms. Qiao's condition is still very optimistic. After nerve repair surgery, she should be able to recover, but the specifics will have to wait for another detailed examination before making a conclusion." Ning Mo Pupil Road.

The word 'optimistic' makes Liang Bo's heart happy.

An indifferent and gloomy face, with a layer of joy,

"Well, it's hard work. You can go back to the company." He slowly raised his eyes, looked at Ning Motong, and said.

"Yes!" After speaking, Ning Motong bowed respectfully to Liangbo, glanced at Ning Meng beside him, and walked out of the villa quickly.

"Crack..." The sound of the door brought Qiao Weiwei back from her sleep.

He opened his eyes, yawned, and moved his body.

"Sister Weiwei, you're awake." Seeing this, Ning Meng immediately stepped forward to help her up.

With Ning Meng's help, she twisted her sitting posture and leaned tiredly on the sofa.

Then, he folded the cool, thin dark blue coat and put it aside.

His gaze scanned the surroundings, and then fixed on Liang Bo who was quietly smoking a cigarette opposite.

Amidst the smog, the two looked at each other, but they both had different expressions.

He looked extremely calm, but she was extremely cold.

"Ning Meng. I'm hungry. Is there anything to eat?" She turned her head and looked at the thin and weak Ning Meng beside her.

"I'll go to the kitchen to see what ingredients are available..." Ning Meng quickly turned around and ran to the kitchen.

After Ning Meng entered the kitchen, the atmosphere in the living room became so quiet.

"Dr. Jeremy from the Fifth Neurosurgery Hospital has read your information. He said that your situation is very optimistic. After nerve repair surgery, you should be able to recover, but you need to do another detailed examination before you can go down. Conclusion." He bent down, elegantly put out the cigarette butt, and broke the silence first.

His words made her empty eyes a little bit brighter.

"Give me the cigarette." She frowned, looking at the cigarette curling up from his fingertips, and said.

"..." He got up silently, walked in front of her, brought the half-smoked cigarette to her side, and then sat down, wrapping his long arms around her slender waist naturally.

The cigarette was naturally held between his slender fingers, he took a deep puff, turned his head, and quietly blew smoke rings towards his charming face.

He closed his eyes, greedily breathed in the thin smoke pouring out of her mouth, then slowly opened his eyes, sniffed her hair to the tip of his nose, raised his sword eyebrows, and said, "It's still giving birth to me!" gas?"

"Angry at you? I'm just a person who doesn't even deserve to die. What right do I have to be angry with you?" She looked at him indifferently, brought the cigarette to her lips again, and took a deep breath.

Nicotine anesthetized the nerves and slightly relieved the restlessness and depression in the body.

"Woman, don't talk to me in such a tone!" The slender and cool fingertips gently raised her chin, looked at her, and said coldly.

The tone is still firm, no objection allowed.

"You came here with me, does your lovely wife Sun Xiaoran know? Have you greeted her?" She continued to sneer, but her eyes turned red again involuntarily.

Thinking of his protection of Sun Xiaoran, she felt uncomfortable.

She doesn't like him being nice to other women, and she doesn't like him defending other women.

What's more, that woman is the one who hurt her!

"No! Don't talk to me in such a tone!" Looking at her pale face, he ordered again.

"Why? Don't you like it? If you don't like it, then go back to China and find your little wife!" She snorted coldly again, and gently turned her face away, not looking at his cold face anymore.

Her words chilled his heart.

The ice eyes gathered all the light in an instant.

He frowned, let go of her coldly, got up, and strode out the door directly.

"Bang!" The deafening knock on the door made her heart tremble.

She came back to her senses, looked at the direction he was leaving, sniffed, but didn't speak.

The whole person is still extremely irritable.

"Shit!" She cursed in a low voice, and casually threw aside the cigarette butt that was about to burn to her fingertips.

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The night is deep.

Winter nights in New York are extremely cold.

The biting cold wind swept down the goose-feather-like snow, covering the luxurious night with a layer of white gauze.

The European-style pastoral-style interior is brightly lit, just like daytime.

Qiao Weiwei, who was wearing a snow-white silk nightgown, blended into the big snow-white bed.

The whistling of the north wind, the rustling of the branches, and everything made her so restless that she couldn't sleep.

Sitting up with difficulty, took a pillow, sat on the head of the bed, glanced at the pink floral wall clock on the wall, the hour and minute hands overlapped exactly at twelve o'clock.

It's twelve o'clock, and he hasn't come back...

After heaving a long sigh, he casually picked up the fashion magazine on the bedside table and flipped through it casually.

In the magazine, young and beautiful models caught her attention, and her fingers involuntarily placed on the model's slender and straight legs.

How she envied the healthy and beautiful appearance of the model.

Can her legs really recover?

She was really disturbed.

"Crack..." After a moderate knock on the door, a strong smell of alcohol came to the nostrils.

From the corner of the eye, he glanced at the doorway, leaning on the door frame with one hand, with drunken eyes, and staggering Liangbo, but he didn't speak.

Seeing her indifference, he stretched out his hand with a wry smile, stroked the hair falling from his forehead, and then staggered towards her.

He reached out, took the magazine in her hand, glanced at it, and then threw it aside.

He looked at her condescendingly, held her cheeks gently with both hands, and said helplessly but also sadly: "Woman, don't be so indifferent to me, I don't owe you anything, am I not good enough for you?"

"Yes, you are good enough to me, good enough to cover up the murderer who hurt me... Also, she is the wife you are marrying, and I am just a shameless mistress, besides, she is still pregnant with your child, what do I have? What? Hehe..." Facing his drunken eyes, she raised her chin haughtily, looked at the extremely handsome face above her head, and moved her lips.

The hand holding her cheek was exerting force bit by bit. Hearing what she said, he really wanted to tear this face into pieces, but he couldn't do it at all.

After all, he just raised his eyebrows helplessly, shook his dizzy head, and said, "One day you will understand who I am doing this for."

"You did this only for yourself..." She snorted again, her heart throbbing.