Dear President, take it easy

"Sorry, the phone you dialed has been switched off, sorry..."

On the other side of the phone, the voice filling his ears made Liang Yi frowned deeply.

At this moment, Liang Yi's heart was filled with uneasiness.

After pressing hang up, Liang Yi called Zhou Chuyu again.

"Sister Chuyu, that parrot... is my sister-in-law with you?"

"No, Mr. Bo, Xiangbei, Ning Meng and I are looking for Weiwei separately. Did you see the report?"

Liang Yi frowned and said, "Yes, I saw it!"

Mu Fan is back, so my brother's heart is shaken again, isn't it?

He knew that with that parrot's personality, although it was impossible for her to do anything stupid, she must be hiding in a corner alone to suffer pain and heal herself.

"Let's talk about the details later when we sit together. If you have time, come out and help us find it..."

"Well, I'll go to the various bars first."

Saying that, Liang Yi got up, walked to the wall, picked up a gray coat and put it on.

"Brother Yi, what are you doing? I haven't finished my words yet?" Seeing this, Qiu Rong, who didn't know why, immediately got up, walked quickly to Liang Yi's side, and held Liang Yi's hand.

"Qiu Rong, let's talk about our topic later, I have something urgent to go out now, you should obediently stay at home with Shen Zui." Liang Yi lowered her head, looked at Qiu Rongsu's upturned face, and said.

After finishing speaking, Liang Yi turned her head, looked at Shen Zui who was watching him, and said, "Chen Zui, you stay at home with Qiu Rong, I'll go out for a while."

Shen Zui heard the words, immediately put out the cigarette butt in his hand, got up quickly, patted the cigarette ash on his pants, looked at the coolness, and said: "Okay, I know Master Yi."

"Brother Yi, what are you doing?" Qiu Rong asked.

"Let's talk when we come back, huh?" Liang Yi looked at Qiu Rong, tried hard to squeeze a smile from the corner of his lips, and patted Qiu Rong's slightly cool face with his hands, his eyes were full of tenderness.

He is really in a hurry now, and there is really no way to explain too much to Qiu Rong.

He must find the parrot quickly, he can't let her stay alone in the corner and suffer alone.

"Oh..." Qiu Rong nodded sullenly.

Seeing Qiu Rong nod her head, Liang Yi tidied up her coat and went out quickly.

The outside world is a bit gloomy.

Large swaths of dark clouds covered the sky, and the air was cool and damp, as if it would rain in the next second.

Walking out of the apartment building, the cold wind blows in my face, and I can't help shivering from the coolness.

Looking up, looking at the sky covered by dark clouds, he quickly ran to the black Cayenne, opened the door, and got in the car.

After starting the car, he stepped on the accelerator hard and rushed out of the apartment complex.

As soon as the car drove out of the community, it began to rain lightly...

After finding a few high-end bars, Liangyi drove the car again and arrived at the <Mystery> bar.

When the black Cayenne stopped at the door of the <Mystery> bar, the rain had become heavier.

The city shrouded in mist and rain is like a sad ink painting.

Bean-sized raindrops kept beating against the car windows, making annoying noises.

In the dark space, with a gloomy and cool look on his face, he was overjoyed when he saw the red Maserati parked across the entrance of the bar.

He patted his forehead, picked up the black folding umbrella with rain on the passenger seat, opened the door, opened the umbrella, and got out of the car...

He quickly ran to the gate, and after handing over the umbrella to the security guard at the gate, he quickly opened the door and walked into the bar.

After searching around in the neon hall, he did not find Qiao Weiwei.

Grabbing a waiter at random, he asked anxiously, "Which box is Qiao Weiwei in?"

"You mean Ms. Qiao? She's upstairs in 808." The waiter looked at the coolness and said.

He took out a stack of red bills in his pocket, patted them in the waiter's hands, and after saying thank you, Liang Yi immediately turned around, ran to the stairs, and walked up to the second floor with big strides.

At the door of Box 808, Liang Yi paused.

Slowly stretching out her frowning brows, with trembling hands, she gently opened the door...

The door opened slowly, and a strong smell of tobacco and alcohol came in.

Standing at the door, looking at the dark corner, Qiao Weiwei who was sitting on the sofa smoking a cigarette, his heart suddenly shrank into a ball.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Qiao Weiwei took a deep puff of cigarette, raised her head, fixedly looked at Liang Yi standing at the door with a pair of empty eyes, pretending to be strong, and said with a smile: "Liang Yi, why are you here?"

Liang Yi didn't speak, but walked up to Qiao Weiwei with a sullen face and sat down, stretched out her long arms, and hugged her distressedly.

"Parrot, you don't need to pretend to be strong in front of me. If you want to cry, you can hug me and cry. If you want to beat someone, then you can beat me. If you want to scold someone, you can scold me too. I am willing to be your best Punching bag. Huh?" He said seriously, lightly touching her fragrant hair with his hand, and a pair of narrow eyes gradually turned red.

If it was cool, it would warm Qiao Weiwei's heart.

But he just gently pushed the coolness away, looked at him, and smiled bitterly again: "But the tears have dried up, and I can't cry anymore, hehe. You saw the news and were worried, afraid that I would die, so you came to me? "

"Dead? Hehe, if you die because of this kind of thing, then you are not my parrot."

He looked at her affectionately, and said affectionately, his gentle eyes kept rolling on her face.

"That's right, I've always been strong." With a wry smile, Qiao Weiwei said with a deadpan expression as she brushed aside the cool hands holding her cheeks.

"But I also know that although my parrot will not seek death because of this kind of thing, she will definitely hide in a corner where no one is around to heal her wounds secretly. Although she looks invincible on the outside, her heart is actually very fragile. There are many, many injuries." The hands that grabbed Qiao Weiwei's hand were gently held in the palms of their hands, he raised his eyes, looked at her, and continued talking, his eyes were faint.

"Next, what are your plans?"

"Plan? My plan is to completely end with your brother and make way for Mu Fan. I want to quit this messy relationship. Anyway, Mu Fan came back this time to reconcile with him. Anyway, he also because of this Shaken, hehe..."

"Oh, I didn't expect that my brother would be shaken by that woman who once abandoned him..." Liang Yi's face became even more gloomy when he said this.

"Back then, Mu Fan left because of Aunt Qian, who sent someone to force Mu Fan to write that letter, and took Mu Fan to the mountain, locked her in a broken house and tried to burn her to death. She opened the door and escaped, but Aunt Qian saw her and ordered her to be taken back. When she was desperately escaping, she accidentally fell off the cliff, and then she lost her memory. Think about it, as a woman who has been buried in her heart for many years , reappeared, and told him these things, told him the reason why he disappeared for many years, could he not be shaken? He kept saying that he cared about me more than that woman, and said that that woman wanted to reconcile with him, but he refused Hahaha... After I refused, I personally took care of that woman. What's the difference between that and not refusing? Even in order to take care of her, they used entertainment as a reason to deceive me. If the news hadn't been exposed, I'm afraid I would have been I was kept in the dark." Speaking of this, Qiao Weiwei clenched her hands tightly into fists...

"Crack..." There was a gentle push on the door, interrupting what Liang Yi was about to say.

Liangyi and Qiao Weiwei raised their heads at the same time, wearing a melancholy outfit, standing in the coolness of the door.

Seeing Liang Bo, Liang Yi didn't say a word, just sat in the distance, watching him quietly, with a pair of long and narrow eyes gradually tightening...

Qiao Weiwei just raised her chin with a sneer and looked at Liang Bo who was standing at the door: "Didn't I say that? I quit, what are you doing here?"

Although she pretended to be indifferent, those dim eyes easily betrayed her.

Seeing her scarred eyes, Liangbo stepped forward quickly, cast a cold glance at Liangyi, then, looking down at Qiao Weiwei, stretched out his hand to her: "Woman, come back with me."

Looking at the extremely delicate face above her head, and those deep and dim eyes, Qiao Weiwei's heart tightened.

But he just opened his hand coldly and said, "Go back with you? Why should I go back with you? Why should I go back with a man who still has another woman in his heart?"

Liang Bo glanced at Liang Yi again, then, frowned, looked at Qiao Weiwei, and said, "I told you, you are more important than her! Before, I didn't tell you the truth, and for her, I cheated you with entertainment as a reason. No. I apologize, Qiao Weiwei, calm down and come back with me."

"I've said it too. Qiao Weiwei doesn't care for mixed feelings. I don't care for a man who will be shaken by other women's demands for reconciliation. I don't care for a man who deceives me for other women! Cool, with Your Mu Fan, gun out of my world." After speaking, Qiao Weiwei picked up a bottle of wine she hadn't drunk before, got up, and stood on the sofa...

The bottle was higher than his head, she sneered, and then tilted the mouth of the bottle at 45 degrees...

The golden liquid slowly flowed out from the mouth of the bottle, spreading down bit by bit along his head, forming strands of golden threads.

The strong smell of alcohol lingered in the noses of the three of them.

Liang Yi just sat quietly on the sidelines, watching with cold eyes, the corners of her mouth raised silently because of Qiao Weiwei's movement.

Liang Bo, just quietly looking at Qiao Weiwei's noble and cold face, his expression is still like a windless lake, without a trace of waves, a pair of dark eyes are tightly locked on Qiao Weiwei's face...

"Qiao Weiwei, you lost your temper too, can you go back with me?" Stretching out his hand, he wiped the wine off his face, and looked at Qiao Weiwei who was stuck on the sofa in a cool and affectionate manner.

Liang Yi turned her head, her long and tight eyes carefully looked at Qiao Weiwei's face, waiting for her answer...