Dear President, take it easy

After Qiao Weiwei's figure disappeared from sight, Liang Yi faded away all the smiles on her face, touched the place where she was injured, and there was a strong murderous look in her long and narrow eyes.

"Beep beep..." In his pocket, the phone vibrated constantly, with a cold face and frowning, he answered the phone.

"Master Yi, everything is ready. The third master has already entered the villa. Do you want to ignite the bomb in the underground passage now..."

"Let's do it..." His long and narrow eyes tightened, as cold as an emissary from hell.

He gave an order, and with a loud "bang...", the world was in chaos in an instant, and the water-blue villa was reduced to ruins in an instant, and the sun was blocked by splashing mud and stones. The villa was instantly razed to the ground...

Hearing the loud noise on the other end of the phone, the coolness curled up the corners of his lips again, hung up the phone, and snorted coldly: "Third Master... I wanted to let you live longer..." Who would have expected you to court death...

Since he couldn't hold back so much, he had no choice but to strike first...

Then, start the car, turn the car around, and blend into the night...

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When Qiao Weiwei pushed open the door of the bedroom, Liang Bo was quietly standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the night scene below her feet, the cigarette at her fingertips was filled with smoke, and she had the aura of dominating the world.

His flawless figure and face are reflected in the glass that can be used to judge others.

The cold autumn wind squeezed into the house through the half-opened windows, and the snow-white curtains drawn on both sides fluctuated with the wind, making them soft and beautiful.

"Why are you standing here?" Qiao Weiwei walked up to him, folded her hands on her chest, and said, looking at the neon lights and feasting lights outside the window.

He remained silent, and threw the cigarette in his hand downstairs...

The lingering cigarette fell to the ground in a brilliant arc, like a shooting star across the sky.

With a sullen face, she changed slightly when she saw her forehead stuck to the gauze, warm and slender fingers caressed her wound through the gauze, and said: "Do you know how many times I called you in one afternoon?" ?”

On the phone, hearing the crash and her screams, he drove nervously and ran all the way from the apartment to Joe's.

He even went to the police station in person and asked them to transfer all the car accident information for him in the afternoon.

He also asked the police to accompany him to watch the surveillance video of all the roads from the apartment to Qiao's. In the video, he saw him being taken away by the coolness, so he stopped going crazy.

He has been here, waiting for her until now...

"I was rear-ended in the afternoon, and then Liangyi took me to the hospital, and the phone was left in the car." She explained.

"He really knows how to be a hero to save the beauty." He let go of her, walked towards the big snow-white bed, turned on the TV, and said calmly.

"What kind of attitude?" Qiao Weiwei gave him a blank look, and walked into the bathroom.

After taking a bath, Qiao Weiwei dried her hair and returned to her room in a long silk nightgown that covered her hips.

At this moment, there was only one dim bedside lamp turned on in the room, and the whole world was dim and dark.

Liang Bo was sitting on the bed leaning on the pillow, looking at the stocks with the Bentley limited-edition laptop, and the faint blue light was projected on his angular face.

Qiao Weiwei got into bed, squeezed into the quilt, turned to look at him who was concentrating, and said, "Master Bo, your mother is here today."

"And then?" He turned his head and glanced at her, then continued to focus on his stocks.

"Then, she told me to leave you...to stop pestering you."

He raised his sword eyebrows, turned his head to look at her, his expression was serious, his thin lips moved, and he said, "What do you say?"

There was a bit of searching in his eyes, as if he wanted to see through her.

"Then I said that she should have a large stack of banknotes before telling me that, otherwise it doesn't conform to the routine of a bloody romance drama." She took the computer on his lap, closed the page he was looking at, Talking while browsing the entertainment news.

His expression changed, and the smile in his eyes couldn't go away. He played with her hair and said, "This answer is a bit interesting."

Only his Weiwei would think of such an answer...

"..."

Qiao Weiwei was silent, looking at the headline news - Sun Xiaoran said frankly that the ideal type is the world's youngest "cool"

Her face suddenly turned cold, and the word "Chuan" was clearly frowned between her brows.But he took the news at a glance and continued to browse the next one.

Liang Bo leaned closer to her, stretched out his long arms and hugged her domineeringly, his face was pressed against her bright black hair, he kept moving from side to side, smelling the fresh scent of shampoo in her hair.

Qiao Weiwei was unmoved, looking at the photo of the contestants of this year's large-scale talent show "The King of Kings" on the computer screen, and said: "This man is quite handsome."

Hearing this, Liang Bo glanced at the feminine man Qiao Weiwei mentioned, then took the mobile phone on the bedside table without haste, dialed Mandy's number, and said, "Mandy, there is a contestant named Cuomo in the Supreme King ..."

Before Liang Bo finished speaking, the phone was snatched by Qiao Weiwei, she hung up the phone directly, and said, "What are you doing? Do you want to be so overbearing?"

Qiao Weiwei was a little displeased, she just praised him casually...

"Didn't you say that he is handsome? If you block him, you won't be able to see it." Liang Bo caressed her rose-like pink lips, and said lightly.

"Is his handsome parents offending you?"

"Handsome didn't offend me, but you did offend me when you praised him for being handsome. Such an extremely handsome guy is in front of you, why do you go to see him? He is as handsome as me?" He said narcissistically and domineeringly.

Although, he was telling the truth.

"Are you sick……"

"Woman, your eyes can only stop for me, understand?" He put the computer on the bedside table with his backhand, and put his lips on hers.

Pry open her white teeth, drive straight in, and block all her words in this lingering kiss.

She was out of breath from his kiss, and wanted to push him away, but his hand was held tightly.

His body pressed down, and her softness was against his muscular chest muscles.

In the ear, there is the sound of his heartbeat, so fast.

The struggling hand also calmed down.

Fiery big palms penetrated from under the nightdress, clasping her plump body, gently teasing | stroking...

"Eh..." She groaned, her whole body was like a boiled shrimp, trying to respond to his kiss.

The other hand was attached to her inner thigh, kneading|kneading constantly...

His hand seemed to be carrying a raging fire, and wherever he went, it was hot.

Feeling her wet|moist, he lifted one of her legs and squeezed in...

"Ah~~~~"

"Hmm~~~~" Her moan grew stronger as his movements accelerated...

The ten fingers hooked around his neck were deeply embedded, leaving eye-catching marks on his neck...