Dear President, take it easy

After tossing for a while, he let her go, and sprinkled warm seeds in her body...

He didn't withdraw immediately, but still stayed in her body, pressing his whole body on her, holding her face: "Say...you love me."

She turned her face away, pushed him away, and went straight into the bathroom.

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Trader Joe's

"Ring, ring, ring..." The sound of the phone broke the silence of the room.

"Hey, sister Chuyu." She leaned back in the most comfortable position...

"Weiwei,... why can't I get through the phone?"

"Okay, I happen to have nothing to do right now, so I'll go right away." Then, Qiao Weiwei got up, picked up the small black suit jacket on the wall, put it on her body, and walked out with Chanel's limited edition small black bag. out of the office.

Driving the cool Bugatti Veyron parked at the door, Qiao Weiwei went straight to Jindian Shopping Mall...

The dazzling black Bugatti galloped arrogantly on the flat and wide asphalt road.

The domineering 88888 license plate number and cool appearance have attracted the attention of many people...

At the entrance of the Jindian shopping mall, Qiao Weiwei found a parking space and parked the car skillfully, then jumped out of the car.

At the entrance of the mall, people come and go, and many people are taking pictures of the Bugatti Veyron.

Qiao Weiwei had long been familiar with such a situation.

She glanced at everyone, brushed her loose black hair, and walked towards the mall under everyone's attention.

"By the way, isn't this car the world's smallest..."

"You don't even know this woman? The first youngest lover, the new president of Qiao's Group."

"I'm really envious of this woman, who can be with the first young lady..."

Behind Qiao Weiwei, everyone was discussing.

Stepping into the gorgeous and tidy shopping mall, after listening to "Welcome to xxx" all the way, Qiao Weiwei got on the elevator and came to the 2nd floor luxury building.

Along the way, "Welcome to xx" was heard endlessly, and Qiao Weiwei walked to the Chanel store with ease, and as soon as she entered the door, she saw Zhou Chuyu, who was wearing a red slim mermaid long dress, carefully arranging the skirt in front of the mirror.

The delicate red color makes Zhou Chuyu's skin more white and translucent, and the slim fishtail design perfectly shows Zhou Chuyu's protruding figure...

Zhou Chuyu saw Qiao Weiwei in a small black suit through the mirror, turned her head, smiled, and said, "Weiwei, how do you look like?"

"Well, it's great. If you wear this outfit to attend the awards ceremony, you will definitely be the focus of the day." Qiao Weiwei walked towards Zhou Chuyu, carefully adjusted her neckline, and praised her.

"Okay, that's it, waiter, wrap it up." Then, he walked into the fitting room, changed into his original dark blue long-sleeved slim dress, and walked out with the dress.

After the two paid the money, they walked around the mall, and when they left the mall, everyone had big bags in their hands.

"Go to the opposite side for a cup of coffee?" Standing at the entrance of the shopping mall, Qiao Weiwei pointed to the "Qin" coffee shop opposite, and said.

"ok..."

The two women with big bags and small bags walked towards the coffee shop with the same steps.

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At the moment, there are not many people in the coffee shop.

In the coffee shop, a slow-paced piano piece is playing.

The warm autumn sun poured out, falling on the bright wooden floor.

In front of the huge French windows, Qiao Weiwei and Zhou Chuyu were sitting there, slowly stirring the coffee.

Under the feet of the two of them, there were large and small bags that had just been bought with various luxury brand logos printed on them.

The hot coffee is steaming slowly, with a strong aroma that hits the nostrils.

In this fast-paced city, occasionally relax like this, find a quiet and warm coffee house with friends, sit by the window, order a cup of fragrant coffee, sit and chat, it is a good enjoyment .

"How are you and Ou Xiangbei?" Qiao Weiwei asked as she stirred the coffee in the cup with a delicate sterling silver spoon in her hand.

"We haven't seen each other since the last thank-you dinner. Anyway, it's just like that. What's the matter... Between the two of us, it's just my wishful thinking. I don't know, sometimes I really don't understand He...hehe..." Zhou Chuyu said lightly, mentioning Ou Xiangbei, there was a hint of bitterness in his smile.

No matter when, the name of Ou Xiangbei can always stir up ripples in her new lake, and can always easily touch the softest and most fragile corner of her heart.

"The last time we had an accident, Ou Xiangbei ran up the mountain like crazy. I've never seen him in such a hurry. If you want me to believe that he doesn't care about you, I don't believe it. Sister Chuyu, you need me." Help you?" Looking at Zhou Chuyu's appearance, Qiao Weiwei suddenly regretted mentioning Ou Xiangbei.

"Hehe, no need... By the way, what about you? How are you and Mr. Bo lately? Zhou Chuyu took a sip of his coffee and put it down slowly, full of elegance.

It's the same as before, nothing good or bad.Between us, you still don't know. "Qiao Weiwei pursed her lips, propped her pretty face with light makeup on her hands, and said.

What is good or bad between them?

She was nothing more than a canary he had tied with money.

Whether it's good or bad, she must stay by his side.

She has no right to say no until he tires of her.

"Except for Mu Fan, I have never seen Master Bo be so caring about any woman... After Mu Fan, the women around Master Bo have always been like a revolving door... They have never been serious. After so many years, you He is the only one who can stay by his side for such a long time. It is also the only one who can make him care so much." Zhou Chuyu said with a slight smile.

"Mu Fan?" He vaguely recalled that the first time he saw Ou Xiangbei, he heard the word "Mu" from his mouth. At that time, because of his coldness, Ou Xiangbei didn't say his full name.

"Master Bo didn't tell you about her?" Zhou Chuyu asked, stirring the coffee cup habitually, looking up at Qiao Weiwei.

"No, who is she to him? First love? Or lover?" Although Qiao Weiwei had never seen this Mu Fan woman, she was a little curious.