Dear President, take it easy

At the back table, two men were pressing the shoulders of Mu Fan who was kneeling on the knees, and the other man held the wine in one hand, squeezed Mu Fan's face with the other, and violently poured wine into her mouth.

While she was struggling, red liquid slowly flowed out from the corner of her lips, and her body and face were all stained red with wine.

Tears glistened in those clear eyes.

"Shit!" Liang Bo cursed, got up quickly, tore off his tie, and walked directly to Mu Fan.

Ou Xiangbei followed closely behind.

"Stop it!" commanded coldly, the voice pierced through the hustle and bustle, and poured into the ears of a few troublemakers.

Several people followed the prestige, and the displeasure on their faces gradually dissipated when they touched the ice-cold face, replaced by flattering smiles.

Several people quickly let go of Mu Fan, and Lin Shao, who was drinking, said, "Master Bo, Young Master Ou, what a coincidence..."

Mu Fan, who was tortured to the point of disfigurement, saw the coldness, and sat on the ground weakly, holding on to the legs of the chair.

Ou Xiangbei immediately stepped forward, took off his white suit, put it on Mu Fan's shoulders, carefully lifted her up, and let her lean on him...

Liang Bo glanced at the positions of Ou Xiangbei and Mu Fan, took a deep breath, picked up the half bottle of red wine on the table, and said, "You are really rich with Lafite."

Looking at Liang Bo's sullen face, Young Master Lin lowered his head and said, "Hehe, Mr. Bo, we were just kidding..."

Liang Bo snorted coldly, took a big step forward, lowered his head, his eyes full of oppression locked on Lin Shao's face with a bit of fear, raised his head over the mouth of the bottle, and tilted 45 degree angle...

The enchanting red liquid poured down from the mouth of the bottle like a waterfall, scattered on Lin Shao's black hair.

Lin Shao remained motionless, with his head lowered, and a flattering smile was still on his face.

Taking a closer look at Mu Fan in Ou Xiangbei's arms, he instantly understood...

No wonder he thought this woman looked familiar, he had seen her in the newspaper, she had been rumored to have an affair with Liang Bo,

Now, Young Master Lin knew that he was really doomed...

After the bottle was empty, the bottle in Liang Bo's hand mercilessly smashed Lin Shao's forehead.

In an instant, the bottle fell apart.

The shattered glass slag shone with colorful halos under the light and scattered in all directions.

Scarlet blood slowly flowed from Young Master Lin's forehead, wrapping around Young Master Lin's face.

Lin Shao still didn't dare to say anything.

The two people next to him were even more frightened and trembling.

Liang Bo's smash immediately made them the focus of the sofa area...

"I was just kidding with you..." Leng Bao smiled, took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands, then threw it on the ground, walked up to Mu Fan and Ou Xiangbei, and said, "Let's go..."

After finishing speaking, he turned around, put his hands in his trouser pockets, walked through the crowd with his slender legs, and went out the door...

Behind Liang Bo, Ou Xiangbei supported Mu Fan who was staggering, and followed closely behind.

Looking at the cool back, Mu Fan smiled triumphantly.

Sure enough, bitter tricks are still useful to Liang Bo.

She just overheard Ou Xiangbei calling him to ask him out for a drink.

Therefore, she will come out.

Then, deliberately provoke those three people.

"Xiangbei, take her home..." Liangbo raised his eyebrows in front of the car, looking at Mu Fan in Ou Xiangbei's arms, and said.

The cool words made Mu Fan's heart sink, why, won't he give it away?Ah……

Before Mu Fan could speak, Ou Xiangbei picked her up and put her into his silver Lamborghini.

Liang Bo stood in place, watched the Lamborghini leave, turned around, got into the black Bugatti Veyron surrounded by bodyguards, and drove away...

In front of Mu Fan's house, the silver-white Lamborghini stopped steadily.

In the car, Ou Xiangbei looked at Mu Fan who was lightly asleep on the passenger seat, and said, "Here we are..."

Mu Fan opened his eyes, pressed his temple with one hand, and said, "Thank you, Xiang Bei."

"No, just wait, I'll help you..." Ou Xiangbei got off the car

"No, I'll do it myself, you go back quickly, it's late." Mu Fan said lightly, and got out of the car after finishing speaking.

When Mu Fan got out of the car, the silver-white Lamborghini left quickly.

The paparazzi hiding in the shadows quickly walked to Mu Fan's side, holding a DSLR in his hand, and said, "Miss Mu, I took the photo."

"That's not Mr. Bo's car... It's useless if you take a picture, delete it quickly..."

After Mu Fan coldly dropped a sentence, he took out a gold card from his pocket, threw it into the hands of the paparazzi, and said, "The password is ****."

After finishing speaking, she staggered into the door...

She wanted to repeat the same trick, and wanted the paparazzi to take a picture of Liang Bo sending her home, and then let Qiao Weiwei misunderstand.

But this time, Liangbo didn't give her this chance!

After entering the door, before turning on the light, she fell into a warm embrace.

The familiar smell made Mu Fan, who was drunk, start to churn even more in his stomach.

Reaching out her hand, turning on the light, the old face that caught her eyes disgusted her.

"Aren't you going to be in England for a while? Why did you come back so soon?" Mu Fan asked.

If possible, she hoped that Lou Zhu would never come back and simply die in England.

Lou Zhu hugged her tightly, pressed his bearded chin against her hair and said, "Take care of everything in advance. Did you go out for a drink? It was Liang Bo who brought you back just now? Why are you covered in wine stains?" ?”

"..." Mu Fan was silent.

Thinking that her scheme just now failed, she felt all sorts of unhappy.

"Let's go, go wash up and sleep." Lou Zhu said, holding Mu Fan in his arms.

Mu Fan didn't resist, just let him hold her and went upstairs.

Tears poured down from the corners of her eyes like broken beads.

After getting drunk, she felt even more wronged and lonely.

The jealousy in her heart began to tear her heart even more frantically.

Why Qiao Weiwei can guard the man she loves every day.

But she was forced to stay with this old man.

And this old man is like a piece of brown sugar, no matter how you shake it, you can't get rid of it.

As long as he doesn't die naturally, then she has to stay with him and keep entangled with him.

Sometimes she wondered, if the old man hadn't saved her, would it be better if the fire just burned her to death?

Why, God wants to play such a joke on her!Why, she can't have happiness, why!

After entering the room, Mu Fan ran into the bathroom and locked himself inside.

After putting a bathtub of water, she buried herself in the water without taking off her clothes.

The wine stains on his body and face slowly dyed the clear water reddish.

That red, against the light, looks extraordinarily beautiful.

It was not until he was about to suffocate that Mu Fan grabbed the wall of the bathtub to let his head float out of the water.

Leaning against the bathtub, she breathed in the fresh air with big gulps, tears streaming down her cheeks: "Liang Bo, actually what I want is very simple, just to be with you, I only want you... I just want the two of us Personally, I went back to five years ago..."

Memories, one scene after another came surging like a tide, making Mu Fan's heart ruthlessly clenched into a ball.

"Ah!!!!" She screamed, clenched her hands into fists, and slapped the reddish warm water vigorously...

The splashing water, under the light, flashed a crystal halo...

"Qiao Weiwei, it's all you! It's all you!!!" Mu Fan continued to scream, and his movement of slapping the water stopped suddenly. <Love together, stand on the commanding heights, be a happy queen, why!unfair!

It wasn't until the water temperature dropped to freezing point that Mu Fan shivered. He got up slowly, took off his wet clothes, picked up a bath towel from the wall, and wrapped it around his chest. shadows.

The hands hanging by his sides trembled slightly.

She really wanted to kill him, but she couldn't!She dare not!

If she kills him, the beautiful photos of her and him, as well as the things she has done, will definitely appear in every corner of the world every minute. At that time, what will happen to her image in front of Liang Bo!

Lou Zhu, who was sleeping, suddenly opened his eyes, looked at her eyes with hatred, and said, "Fanfan, stop thinking about it, come to sleep. By the way, you and I will work together to plant a bomb on Qiao Weiwei's car." , I also recorded..."

Mu Fan took a deep breath and lay down without saying a word...

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The next day, in city n.

The presidential suite of the seven-star hotel in N City.

Heavy curtains block out the sun. .

With two lotus arms sticking out of the quilt, she stretched casually, and then slowly got up.

The warm autumn sun diffused into the room, and the whole space instantly became bright again.

Qiao Weiwei narrowed her eyes and stretched out her five fingers. Through the gaps between her fingers, her gaze was reflected on her plain face.

"Dong dong dong!" The knock on the door sounded at this moment.

Upon hearing the sound, Qiao Weiwei immediately turned around, walked to the door, and opened it...

Standing outside the door was her secretary Lin Hui.

"President, I'm going to the company for a meeting in an hour. Here are the meeting materials."

Lin Hui handed the folder to Qiao Weiwei and said.

"I see, Aunt Lin, I'll put on some makeup and go down."

"Okay, I'll wait for you in the restaurant downstairs."

After speaking, Lin Hui turned and left.

After looking at the materials prepared by Lin Hui, Qiao Weiwei turned around and closed the door...

After washing up, changing clothes, and putting on some light makeup, Qiao Weiwei stepped on a pair of high hats, went downstairs radiantly, and had a simple breakfast with Lin Hui.

However, the two of them came to Qiao's branch under the escort of bodyguards.

After a meeting, Qiao Weiwei was escorted by bodyguards to the president's office.

Downstairs, a motorcade of black luxury cars parked steadily, the ostentation was huge and eye-catching.

In the first car, the driver looked through the interior mirror, took a look at the cool man who was leaning on the back seat of the car, and said softly, "President, we're here..."