Dear President, take it easy

"Forget it, since she has made up her mind, let her be the master again. Besides, this time, as long as Ou Xiangbei signs the agreement, even if he does make the same mistake again in the future, we Chu Yu will not suffer , when the time comes, everything about him will become our Chu Yu's. Since it's useless to stop him, let her go. If we continue to stalemate with the child, I'm afraid it will hurt the relationship between the child and us." Zhou's father said deeply Taking a puff of cigarette, said.

"That's true... But, I guess he wouldn't dare to do that kind of thing again." Zhou's mother leaned on Zhou's father's shoulder affectionately, with a smug smile on the corner of her mouth...

The next day, when Zhou Chuyu opened his eyes early in the morning, Ou Xiangbei was no longer there.

Stretching out his hand, he opened the white curtains covering the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the room instantly turned from dark to bright.

Open the window, and the fresh morning breeze blows in, mixed with a hint of salty taste.

Standing at her angle, looking around, she was just able to have a panoramic view of the mountains and the sea.

After washing up, she changed into a simple lavender suspender dress and went downstairs.

In the restaurant downstairs, Zhou's father and Zhou mother were having breakfast facing each other, Zhou's mother was elegantly spreading jam on the bread, Zhou's father was leaning on the chair straight to read the newspaper...

The wide newspaper covered Father Zhou's face, making it impossible to see his expression at the moment.

"Good morning, Mom and Dad." Zhou Chuyu naturally walked to Zhou's mother, sat down, and said.

Zhou's mother looked at Zhou Chuyu with a smile, put the bread with jam on it, put it in Zhou Chuyu's hand, and said, "Eat it."

Zhou Chuyu smiled slightly, put down the bread, looked at Zhou's father solemnly, and said, "Father..."

Hearing this, Zhou's father slowly put down the newspaper, folded it in half and put it in the servant's hand, and asked expressionlessly, "What's the matter?"

"Thank you……"

"Ahem..." Father Zhou coughed lightly, but did not respond to Zhou Chuyu's words.

"Master Ou!"

In the hall, voices came and went, interrupting what Zhou Chuyu was about to say.

Zhou Chuyu raised her head excitedly when she heard the sound, and set her eyes on the entrance of the restaurant...

Soon, Ou Xiangbei's figure appeared in front of Zhou Chuyu's eyes, and there was an extra document in his hand.

After looking at Zhou Chuyu and smiling, Ou Xiangbei walked up to Zhou's father in a serious manner, and said, "Uncle, the agreement you want, I have already asked my lawyer friend to write it for me early in the morning, and it has also been notarized." , absolutely has the force of law, take a look..."

When Zhou's father heard this, he only gave Ou Xiangbei a cold look, and then took the agreement from him.

After a cursory glance, Father Zhou put the agreement aside and said, "Okay, let's sit down and have breakfast."

"Yes, yes..." Ou Xiangbei nodded again and again, walked excitedly to Zhou Chuyu's side, and sat down...

"When do you plan to hold the wedding?" Mother Zhou asked with a cold face.

"I'll find a time to do it after my injury is healed." Ou Xiangbei regained his smirk, and his whole body was radiant...

After eating, Ou Xiangbei and Zhou's father went into the study to play chess, while Zhou Chuyu went upstairs with his mother.

On the balcony of the bedroom, the mother and daughter who haven't seen each other for a long time sit face to face, enjoying the time that only belongs to the two of them.

In front of him, there were two cups of coffee and some uniquely shaped cookies on the small round table.

"Chuyu, have you really thought about it?" Mother Zhou asked while stirring the fragrant coffee in the cup, looking at Zhou Chuyu.

"Well, from the moment he saved our relationship with his life, I have already thought about it, Mom, I believe him..." Zhou Chuyu replied, his face was full of happiness.

"Since you have really identified him, then I can't say anything to your father, after all, this is your life, we have said what we should say, and we have done what we should do... You child , It’s just a stubborn temper, you look for a way, and you don’t look back when you hit the south wall. In this regard, follow your father.” Taking a sip of the bitter-sweet coffee, Zhou’s mother said again.

**

After Zhou Chuyu and Ou Xiangbei lived in New York for a day, they returned to China.

In the evening, to celebrate Zhou's father and Zhou's mother agreeing to their remarriage, Ou Xiangbei specially invited Liang Bo and others to his villa for dinner to celebrate.

In the restaurant, Liang Bo, Qiao Weiwei, Ou Xiangbei, Zhou Chuyu, Liang Yi, Qiu Rong, and Shen Zui sat around together, chatting and laughing while eating Zhou Chuyu's specialty dishes.

"Oh, my way of chasing my wife is really long and hard... Liang Bo, remember it, you must treat Wei Wei well, and don't do anything to feel sorry for her, otherwise, I will be a A good example." The slightly drunk Ou Xiangbei leaned lazily on Zhou Chuyu's shoulder, looking at Liang Bo who was slowly peeling shrimp for Qiao Weiwei.

After Liang Bo put the shrimp to Qiao Weiwei's lips expressionlessly, he elegantly picked up the handkerchief at hand and wiped his hands, looked at Ou Xiangbei, and said, "You think I'm like you..."

"Cut..." Ou Xiangbei gave Liangbo a blank look, and then, imitating Liangbo, he quickly peeled a shrimp for Zhou Chuyu, brought it to Zhou Chuyu's mouth, and said, "Honey, ah...open your mouth and eat the shrimp. "

There is nothing wrong with Ou Xiangbei's movement itself, but coupled with that dog-legged expression, it really looks a little ridiculous...

Everyone has black lines on their faces...

Zhou Chuyu blushed, quickly bit the shrimp that Ou Xiangbei handed over, and said, "Okay, let's eat your meal."

After Ou Xiangbei laughed for a while, he obediently picked up the chopsticks...

Seeing Zhou Chuyu's happy appearance, Qiao Weiwei couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth, feeling a fiery gaze looking at her diagonally, Qiao Weiwei couldn't help but cast her eyes on Liang Yi...

At this moment, Liang Yi was holding the wine glass in her hand, and was seriously looking at her face, as if she was looking at a delicate object.

When the four eyes met, Qiao Weiwei quickly looked away, then picked up the red wine in hand, and took a small sip.

On the side, Liang Bo watched all this silently, without saying a word...

After dinner, several people went back to their respective homes.

On the asphalt road with sparse car shadows, Shenzui drove the latest black BMW sedan steadily...

Glancing at Qiu Rong who was sleeping on Liang Yi's shoulder in the back seat of the car through the interior mirror, he said intoxicatedly, "Master Yi, I have already found out who attacked you last time, it is indeed Mr. Liu..."

"Heh... it's really him..." Liang Yi narrowed her eyes, her hands turned into fists without a sound...

"Have you reported to the lord?"

"It has already been reported, the lord said, he will handle this matter." Shen Zui said.

As Liang Yi's best special assistant, Shen Zui is undoubtedly the most qualified. He can always guess what Liang Yi is thinking and what to do next.

"..." Liang Yi nodded, and stopped talking...

*…*…*…*…*

in a few days

London, England.

The luxurious private jet landed steadily on a private helipad somewhere in central London.

The moment the plane landed, the bodyguards in black waiting on both sides immediately nodded neatly and respectfully.

The cabin door opened slowly, Liang Yi and Qiu Rong got off the plane first, followed closely by Intoxicated...

"Missy, Lord Yi, Lord Drunk!" The people in black nodded in unison, the voice seemed to come from one person, high-pitched, loud and orderly.

Qiu Rong glanced at everyone indifferently, then, regardless of the image, stretched her waist, looked at the blue sky and white clouds above her head, and said, "Well... finally got off the plane, I'm so tired."

Looking at Qiurong's lazy look, he smiled coolly, "You slept all the way, and you still screamed tired."

As soon as Qiu Rong said this, everyone immediately looked at each other in blank dismay.

Liang Yi coughed lightly in embarrassment, but did not respond.

"Ahem, Tongyan Wuji, Tongyan Wuji..." Shen Zui shook his head and said helplessly.

"Let's go, get in the car first..." After speaking, Liang Yi took Qiu Rong's hand and got into the front black Mercedes, followed by Shen Zui.

Liang Yi and Qiu Rong sat in the back seat of the car, and Shen Zui sat in the co-pilot's seat.

"Let's drive."

Shen Zui gave an order, and the leading black Mercedes-Benz started slowly, and the Mercedes-Benz cars of the same model behind also started one after another, following carefully, like a long black dragon...

The convoy drove all the way to Qiu Jingtian's mansion, and when they reached the gate, the cars behind stopped steadily, and the frontmost black Mercedes drove smoothly into the open gate...

In the car, Qiu Rong was lying on the car glass, looking at the familiar scenery flashing by outside the window, with a sweet smile on the corner of her mouth.

At the entrance of the main building, a black Mercedes-Benz stopped steadily. Shen Zui and the driver got out of the car first, walked to the two sides of the car, and opened the doors respectfully for Liang Yi and Qiu Rong...

After getting out of the car, Qiu Rong jogged all the way to Liang Yi's side, took his arm, and said, "Brother Yi, let's go, let's go in and see my father."

While the few people were talking, the servants came out one after another, standing on both sides and forming a long line, nodding respectfully: "Miss, Lord Yi, Master Zui^"

Looking at the servants, Liang Yi took Qiu Rong's hand as usual, walked between them, and then walked towards the open door, behind him, Shen Zui followed suit.

In the living room, Qiu Jingtian was sitting in front of the sofa, enjoying a servant's massage, with an unconcealable sickness on his face...

Seeing a few people enter the door, Qiu Jingtian waved to the servant, then stood up with a smile, and opened his arms towards his daughter: "My dear daughter, give me a hug from Dad..."

Looking at Qiu Jingtian's thin face, Shen Zui and Liang Yi stood in place, looking at each other, but neither spoke...

Qiu Rong stepped forward quickly, and jumped into Qiu Jingtian's arms like a bird, saying: "Father, you have lost a lot of weight, your waist has become thinner."

"Dad recently lost weight. It's not good for the elderly to be too fat." Qiu Jingtian hugged her daughter tightly, her heart seemed to be pulled desperately by something, and she couldn't breathe due to the pain...

"Well... don't lose weight, your complexion is particularly ugly." Qiu Rong pushed Qiu Jingtian away slowly, looked at his old face, and said.

"Okay, no reduction, no reduction... whatever the baby says is what it is." Qiu Jingtian nodded, his eyes were full of doting.

The sudden cramping pain in the abdomen made Qiu Jingtian frowned, but he resisted it and continued to smile...

He didn't want his daughter to know about his condition, he was afraid that she would be sad...

Seeing that there was something wrong with Qiu Jingtian's expression, Liang Yi immediately stepped forward, grabbed Qiu Rong's hand and said, "Qiu Rong, you go upstairs first, Shen Zui and I have something to talk to the lord..."

After hearing this, Qiu Rong reluctantly pushed Qiu Jingtian away and nodded.

The moment she was about to turn around, Qiu Jingtian was completely limp on the ground as if she had lost all her muscles and bones, unconscious...