Dear President, take it easy

"You know, I don't like her type. The daughter-in-law I like should be like that star, just like that Sun Xiaoran. She looks clean and pure. How wonderful."

Sun Xiaoran?

The three words Sun Xiaoran made Liang Bo's sword eyebrows slightly frowned. She is clean and pure?How pure can a person who has sex with him while he is drunk.

"Brew two cups of coffee." Liang Bo picked up the phone and said to the other end of the phone.

Then, he took Qianfang's hand, walked to the sofa, sat down, and said, "By the way, are you okay with Dad?"

"Two days ago, I completely moved out of the old house with Wan Lingling, and the two of them lived outside." At this point, Qianfang's noble face was covered with a layer of loneliness.

Liang Bo held Qian Fang's hand, took a deep breath, and said, "If it wasn't for Liang Yi's sake, my revenge on her would never stop after destroying Wan Shi." In her scarlet eyes, It's anger that doesn't go away.

"If you don't stop, what can you do? Back then you ruined the Wan family and almost got kicked out by your father, didn't you? You even almost lost the position of heir. If it wasn't for Liang Yi who chose to quit because she was afraid that you would hurt Wan Lingling, then you... "When it came to what happened back then, Qianfang felt a little scared.

Qian Fang's words reminded Liang Bo of the scene where his father, Liang Tianyou, pointed a gun at him for Wan Lingling and threatened to kill him...

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Qiao's old house.

Pushing open the door, what comes out is the strong aroma of food.

In the gorgeous and unfamiliar hall, beautiful piano music is floating at the moment.

After Qiao Zhihai's death, Chen Bihua replaced many things in the house with new ones. All the furnishings were quite different from before. The sofa that Qiao Zhihai used to sit on had also disappeared, replaced by the latest European-style leather sofa.

Chen Bihua's new nanny, Chen Ma, was walking into the restaurant with a bowl of hot boiled fish.

"Miss is back, wash your hands and prepare to eat."

Qiao Weiwei nodded, changed her slippers, washed her hands, and walked into the restaurant.

In the restaurant, on the newly replaced crystal dining table, there were all kinds of exquisite food. Chen Bihua and Qiao Moli, who were eating deliciously, saw Qiao Weiwei and glanced at her with the same disgusted expression.

Chen Ma put half a bowl of rice and a pair of chopsticks in front of Qiao Weiwei, and said, "Miss, let's eat."

"I've been at home for six days in a row. Why, can't I stay in Mengyuan? Is it because I was dumped by Liangbo?" Qiao Moli looked at Qiao Weiwei while holding the enoki mushroom in the boiled fish soup, sneering.

"I thought the man who robbed Jasmine, how long can you be with him... Weiwei, you are nothing more than that." After Qiao Zhihai died, Chen Bihua no longer had to show mercy to Qiao Weiwei, and no longer had to keep his words out of his mouth. Sentences, naturally became more and more outspoken.

"What should I do? I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you. We'll be fine." Qiao Weiwei raised her chin lightly, snorted coldly, picked up a piece of braised pork and put it into her mouth, eating it gracefully.

"Since it's alright, why come back to live here? Sincerely make fun of our mother and daughter, right?" Pa... Qiao Moli threw her chopsticks, folded her hands on her chest, and her voice became sharper and harsher.

Qiao Weiwei took a deep breath, stopped holding the rice, raised her eyes, looked at Qiao Moli coldly, and said, "Qiao Moli, it's best to find out who you are, and find out that you and Chen Bihua can continue the luxurious life before. , Who is under the credit. Find out, whose name is Dad's house in. Don't like me? You can get out, I don't mind you getting out of my house. "

"Pa..." The cold spoon flew out of Chen Bihua's hand, leaving a glaring red mark on Qiao Weiwei's smooth forehead, and then fell to the ground, her body was smashed to pieces, and the porcelain slag flew up.

Qiao Weiwei touched the painful forehead from Chen Bihua's beating, stared at Chen Bihua's face distorted by anger with scarlet eyes, and said, "Chen Bihua, you are looking for death again."

She stood up unhurriedly, picked up the bowl of rice in front of her, and threw it at Chen Bihua mercilessly!

The delicate porcelain bowl with warm rice fell straight onto Chen Bihua's distorted face, and then fell to the ground, breaking into several pieces.

"Ah!" Chen Bihua fiddled with the rice on his face in disgust with one hand, and screamed as he covered his bluish forehead from the beating of the bowl with the other.

"Qiao Weiwei, don't go too far!" Seeing Qiao Weiwei's posture, Qiao Moli also became timid, and got up to protect Chen Bihua, pretending to be calm.

Every time she confronted Qiao Weiwei tit-for-tat, she never won her, and she would give her a severe lesson every time. She was a little afraid in her heart that she would really have a physical conflict with Qiao Weiwei.

"Zhihai! Look at the unfilial daughter you raised. How long have you been gone? She treats me like this. I am really miserable!" Chen Bihua pretended to cry while fiddled with the rice on her face. talking.

"If people don't offend me, I won't offend. If people offend me, I will offend. Listen carefully, once again, you all get out of here! I will do what I say!" After being angry at Qianfang, she returned now. Everyone got angry at Chen Bihua and Qiao Moli again, Qiao Weiwei had lost her appetite, so she turned around proudly, left the restaurant, and went upstairs.

Back to his room, closed the door, went into the bathroom, took a shower, changed into a black silk sling and hip pajamas, and fell asleep.

The silvery white moonlight poured down on the window sill.

In the dimness, she heard the sound of the window being opened, and then a gust of cold wind blew into the room, and she shrank into the quilt, feeling much warmer.

In the darkness, a slender and indifferent figure jumped into the room, "Da... da... da..." The sound of low footsteps floated in the air one after another.

As soon as Qiao Weiwei opened her eyes, the dark figure pressed down.

Familiar breath came over her nostrils, she looked sleepily at the man on her body, and said, "Master Bo...why are you here..."

"I said, I will satisfy you tonight...I'm here to satisfy you..." In the darkness, she couldn't see his face clearly, but she could feel his burning gaze, and she could also imagine the ambiguous look on his face... expression.

"Hmm..." A fiery kiss covered her, stifling all her words, and before she knew it, her pajamas and underwear had been thrown on the ground by him.

He half-kneeled on top of her, took off his clothes, and then pressed his hot and naked body onto her.

She naturally hooked his neck, and in the darkness, they couldn't see each other's faces clearly.

His lips covered it again, with a scorching temperature, and his tongue gently wrapped around her tongue, demanding her sweet juice|juice.