Dear President, take it easy

"Go to bed first, I'll go and see that kid Ou Xiangbei." Liang Bo didn't respond to Qiao Weiwei's words, but got out of the window directly with his phone.

"You two are really good friends for life, you go and come back early." Qiao Weiwei reminded half-jokingly.

"Well, go to bed early, don't think that I can't fall asleep, otherwise, I will feel guilty..." Liang Bo stretched out his hand and stroked her hair, with doting eyes and a gentle tone.

Qiao Weiwei smiled faintly, picked up a snow-white pillow, slapped his Yue Fubu and said, "Smelly shameless, who misses you."

"You..." He gently took the pillow in her hand, then stuffed it back into her arms, and said playfully.

"I'm too lazy to talk to you, drive slowly."

"Of order, baby." He raised his eyebrows, his warm fingertips delicately traced her lips, and there was a sliver of ambiguity that hooked the soul in his dark eyes.

After changing his clothes, Liang Bo drove the car and left Mengyuan.

At the door of Ou Xiangbei's house, the dazzling black Bugatti Veyron came to a steady stop.

The dim street lights make the Bugatti Veyron extra dazzling and noble.

In the car where the faint fragrance was floating, Liang Bo casually threw a cigarette that was about to burn out between his fingers out of the window, and then got out of the car.

Walking to the door, looking at the brightly lit villa, he lightly pressed the doorbell.

After pressing for a long time, Ou Xiangbei came out and opened the door.

Seeing Ou Xiangbei, who was standing against the door, reeking of alcohol, he frowned coldly and displeased: "I knew you kid must be drinking at home."

"Hey, have you heard about me?" Ou Xiangbei staggered out the door, with his arms naturally on his cool shoulders, and said staggeringly.

The strong smell of alcohol came to his nostrils, he pushed Ou Xiangbei's arm away in a cold and disgusted manner, took a step back, and squinted at his reddish face by the street light, and said, "Well, I'm afraid you will die from drinking, Come and see you."

Although Ou Xiangbei drank a lot, his mind was still clear, and his cold words warmed his heart.

After a long belch, he smiled mischievously and said, "Let's go, let's go inside and say it's cold outside."

After finishing speaking, Ou Xiangbei turned around and took a big step towards the door with his long legs, his head suddenly became dizzy, and when he was about to fall to the ground, he quickly supported him with cold eyes and hands.

After entering the door, after changing the slippers, Liang Bo helped Ou Xiangbei to the sofa in the living room, and sat down facing each other.

Looking at several empty wine bottles in different poses on the coffee table, Liang Bo crossed his slender legs and said, "You boy, do you want to die?"

"Zhou Chuyu is going to marry someone else. What's the use of my tm? It's even more desperate now."

Ou Xiangbei leaned against his back weakly, and said softly, the wry smile on the corner of his mouth deepened, his eyes, like leaves in late autumn, lost all their color.

"I think she is determined not to be with you anymore, you really hurt her too deeply..." Liang Baoyu said earnestly, with a very serious face.

"Hehe, yes, she has completely given up on me. However, I can feel that her love for me has not changed at all. I can feel it from the way she looks at me every time." Speaking of this , Ou Xiangbei sighed irritably.

"What are you going to do now?" Liang Bo raised his eyebrows and asked.

"As long as she hasn't married Su Qingcheng, I have a chance. This year is the 11th year we have known each other. After such a long relationship, I really don't want to give up."

Ou Xiangbei's appearance made Liang Bo feel sad for a while.

He understood Ou Xiangbei's current mood. When he thought he was about to lose Qiao Weiwei, why didn't he act like this.

Looking at Ou Xiangbei, Liang Bo didn't know what to say to comfort him.

At this moment, I am afraid that any words of comfort will appear pale and powerless.

"You handled the matter with Mu Fan very well. You should do it that way. You should be single-minded when dealing with feelings. People who are in two boats will die quickly, do you know? I really hope that time can Go back, I really hope that the time travel mentioned on TV will become a reality."

After moving his heavy head, Ou Xiangbei staggered and picked up half a glass of foreign wine on the coffee table, and drank it down in one gulp.

Tears flowed slowly along the corners of his eyes.

Thinking of Zhou Chuyu made his heart ache.

He wanted to use alcohol to temporarily numb his nerves, so that he could temporarily forget about Zhou Chuyu, so that his heart could feel better temporarily, but he couldn't.

The more others drink, the more confused they become, why does the more he drinks, the more sober he becomes.

Ou Xiangbei smiled wryly, and when he stretched out his hand to grab another bottle of foreign wine, Liang Bo snatched the wine before him and put it under his feet.

"Ou Xiangbei, drowning his worries with wine is never the best way to solve problems."

"Hehe... I know that too, but if there is no alcohol numbness, I'm afraid I will die of heartache."

To this day, whenever Zhou Chuyu saw the scene of him embracing Chen Yiluo with his own eyes, turning away in despair, he wished he could kill himself.

If he knew how to cherish what he was at that time, then he would not have the heartache and regret now.

"Ou Xiangbei... go to sleep." Looking at Ou Xiangbei, he said with a frown.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep again tonight. If I was the one who accompanied Chu Yu to the construction site, then it wouldn't be Su Qingcheng who blocked the sword for her, and she wouldn't hastily agree to marry Su Qingcheng. Working in the hospital, why!" He slammed his clenched fist on his leg, and Ou Xiangbei said every word loudly.

"Stop thinking about these useless things, things have already happened, haven't they?" Liang Bo said in a low voice, the word 'Chuan' between his eyebrows became more and more profound.

"It seems that I have to ask my mother for help. For the current plan, if I want to prevent Chu Yu from marrying Su Qingcheng, I can only use the bloody method my mother said before..." Ou Xiang north road.

"What way?" Liang Bo raised his eyebrows curiously and asked.

"Let my mother pretend to have cancer, and then tell Chu Yu that her last wish is for Chu Yu to remarry me..." Ou Xiangbei said.

"I wish you success," said Liang thinly.

On this side, the atmosphere in Ou Xiangbei's house is dull and depressing, while on the other hand, the atmosphere in Liang Yi's house is just the opposite...

Cool apartment, living room.

"Brother Yi, look at this script, there is a scene in which the hero and heroine kiss, hug, and make villains..." On the sofa, Qiurong pointed to the content of the middle page of the script "If You Are Well", and spoke to her. The person beside him was concentrating on watching the coolness of the military channel, and said.

A small face, flushed because of the scene of kissing and creating human beings described in the script.

Liang Yi turned her face sideways, reached out to touch the tip of her small nose, looked at her slightly red face, and said, "Well, what's wrong?"

"At that time, will we really want to be like this in front of so many people?" Qiu Rong lowered her head and whispered, her small face became more and more rosy and cute.

What a pure little girl.

Liang Yi smiled awkwardly, rubbed her hair lightly with the back of her hand, and said: "Well, yes, if you can't accept it, when the time comes to shoot that scene, you can use a stand-in for the scene, and then, when the time comes, you can borrow a seat. "

Qiu Rong immediately shook her head like a rattle when she heard this, pouted her mouth, looked into Liang Yi's smiling and gentle eyes, and said, "Cut, I don't! If you use a stuntman, you will have to do this and that with others." Is it? No, no, absolutely no, wow!"

Looking at Qiu Rong's cute appearance, the corner of her cool mouth unconsciously raised a perfect arc.

This cute little girl is really his joy.

"You, little girl, I don't think you ate much tonight, are you hungry now?" Liang Yi asked considerately.

"I'm hungry..." Qiurong nodded firmly.

"Then what do you want to eat?"

"I want to eat...French fries, potato chips, I also want to eat hamburgers, octopus balls, iron plate squid, fried skewers, spicy soup, spicy rice noodles..." She counted her fingers happily, saying what she liked of junk food.

"Can you say something less rubbish?" Liang Yi's face was black.

This girl, after coming to China, has been a bit of a bad learner. She doesn't eat seriously every day, but she knows to eat junk food.

The cool words instantly extinguished Qiu Rong's fantasies about food.

Flattening her mouth, she softened her hair sullenly, looked at the coolness, and said, "Then I don't have anything to eat."

"Ah... I remembered, I want to eat something!" Qiu Rong smirked, her pure eyes constantly flicking on her cool and beautiful lips.

"What?" Cool asked.

"It's this..." After saying that, Qiu Rong pouted and kissed Liang Yi's lips.

Still, it's just a simple kiss of four lips.

The girl's fragrant breath spread in the nostrils, and Liang Yi hurriedly stretched out her hand, pushed Qiu Rong away, coughed lightly in embarrassment, lightly scratched her delicate nose bridge with her hand, and said, "You little girl."

Qiu Rong squinted her eyes and smiled, her eyes instantly bent into lovely crescent moons.

The cute little pear nest at the corner of her mouth and the two playful little canine teeth in her mouth make her look a bit childish.

"Hehehe. Brother Yi, the sneak attack was successful." Qiu Rong said proudly.

After finishing speaking, Qiu Rong leaned closer to Liang Yi again, leaning her head on Liang Yi's shoulder, and said coquettishly, "Brother Yi, are you free tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow will be very busy all day, I have to do interviews with several TV stations, and there is still a commercial to shoot." Liang Yi said.

"Hmm... I want you to go out with me tomorrow, just as I don't have to go to acting class tomorrow." Qiu Rong said disappointedly.

"Tomorrow happens to be Saturday, so go and play with Ning Meng."

"Well, good idea!" Qiu Rong nodded, and a smile spread from the corner of her mouth.

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The next day.

<Gone with the Wind> Coffee.

In the private room of the coffee shop, while stirring the fragrant mocha in front of her, Qiao Weiwei pressed Mu Fan's number from memory, and then brought the phone to her ear...