Dear President, take it easy

Ou Xiangbei, who was laughing wildly, and Liang Bo, Qiao Weiwei, and Su Qingcheng froze their smiles, and they all looked at Zhou Chuyu who was pointing at Ou Xiangbei...

She obviously drank too much, usually she would not look like this, even standing there was unsteady, her face was as red as a ripe apple.

"Huh...huh...huh..." Zhou Chuyu smiled bitterly, with his drowsy head on his head, he staggered step by step behind Ou Xiangbei, patted Ou Xiangbei's shoulder with both hands, and said: "Ou Xiangbei Bei, I don't like you either...Really...I don't like you either..."

Tears fell from her reddish eye sockets like broken beads...

Ou Xiangbei turned his head, a teardrop fell on his cheek, it was so hot.

It was obviously hot on his cheeks, but why did his heart feel sore...

"Ou Xiangbei, I don't like you, I really don't like you..." Zhou Chuyu cried and laughed, staggered and fell backwards...

"Be careful!" Ou Xiangbei hurriedly stretched out his hand to support her, stood up, and said to everyone, "She's drunk, I'll take her back." The person in his arms was limp, and a faint smell of perfume wafted into his nostrils... …

Ou Xiangbei bent down, picked up Zhou Chuyu who was staggering, and said to this kind of person: "I'll send her back,..."

With that said, Ou Xiangbei hugged Zhou Chuyu and left.

Su Qingcheng looked at Ou Xiangbei's back, the word "Chuan" between his brows gradually deepened...

The elegant black Maybach is moving forward steadily on the road with sparse shadows of cars. Outside the car, the prosperity of the city flashes past.

In the car, Zhou Chuyu, who was drunk and unconscious, leaned on the backrest in the most comfortable position, fell asleep, and kept muttering "You don't like me, why should I like you..." The corners of his eyes, constantly There are warm tears flowing...

"Ou Xiangbei held the steering wheel with one hand, and fumbled for the key in Zhou Chuyu's classic black Chanel black bag with the other. After searching for a while, he couldn't find it.

"Chu Yu, where are your keys?"

"The key...the key is on the key ring..." She murmured in a low voice, drunkenly.

"..."

Ou Xiangbei stopped talking, put her bag back on her lap, turned around, and drove towards her villa.

At the entrance of the villa, Ou Xiangbei stopped the car, carried Zhou Chuyu, who smelled of alcohol, into the living room, and put her on the sofa.

Zhou Chuyu kicked hard, and the shoes on her feet brushed past Ou Xiangbei's face and flew a meter away. Then, she closed her eyes, touched the pillow, hugged it, and found the most comfortable position Curled up like an insecure child.

Ou Xiangbei took a deep breath, and slowly squatted down, stroking her hair with his hand, changed his usual cynical attitude, looked solemn, frowned, and said, "Silly girl..."

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It was twelve o'clock when Qiao Weiwei and Liang Bo returned to the apartment downstairs.

After getting out of the car, Liang Bao parked the car and walked into the building with Qiao Weiwei in his arms.

Qiao Weiwei looked up, looked at the light from Liangbo's apartment, and said to Liangbo while walking: "Could it be one of your confidante who came to this apartment again?"

"What?" Liang Bo carried Qiao Weiwei into the elevator, not quite understanding what Qiao Weiwei was talking about.

"Didn't you see that the lights in our house were on?"

The three words "our family" is so ordinary, made his eyes flash with joy.

Because of the words 'our family', his mood suddenly improved.

"I didn't notice..." He turned around, holding her face and rubbing it constantly.

Her face was directly deformed in his hands, and she was in pain: "Ah...it hurts..."

"Our family? Our family?" He stopped what he was doing, holding his face red from being rubbed red by himself, and said leisurely.

"Ding..." The elevator door opened.

"Here we are..." Qiao Weiwei pushed him away in embarrassment, and walked out of the apartment first.

He followed behind, put his hands in his trouser pockets, walked on his slender legs, with a smile smeared on his face, walked to the door, and opened it.

Inside, the lights are bright and warm...

Qiao Weiwei put on her slippers and walked to the living room...

At this moment, Sun Xiaoran is sitting on the sofa in the living room.

At this moment, she is wearing a ponytail, revealing a smooth forehead, wearing a white long-sleeved dress, the length of which just covers the instep, her face is facing the sky, and she looks non-aggressive.

On the coffee table in front of her was a delicate floral thermos.

Seeing Qiao Weiwei, Sun Xiaoran lost his mind for a second, then smiled at Qiao Weiwei and said, "Miss Qiao."

Qiao Weiwei walked slowly in front of Sun Xiaoran and sat down, and nodded to her lukewarmly, with a bit of displeasure in her eyes, but she didn't speak.

Liangbo frowned, and said coldly, "What are you doing here again?" Then he did it, lowered his body, picked up the oranges on the table, and slowly peeled them.

"Auntie asked me to bring you chicken soup, so..." Sun Xiaoran's hands on his lap were tightly clenched together because of tension, his voice trembled slightly, his eyes were fixed on his cold face, and he couldn't move away up.

"Where's the key my mother gave you?" Liang Bo put a piece of orange into Qiao Weiwei's mouth, and said leisurely.

Qiao Weiwei looked at Sun Xiaoran quietly, with no expression on her face...

"In...in the bag..."

"take it out……"

His eyes were extremely cold, and his tone was firm, not allowing others to refuse.

The powerful aura made Sun Xiaoran's heart tremble involuntarily, he took out the key from the bag involuntarily, and said, "Here it is."

"Go away..." Liang Bo took the key and threw it directly into the trash can, then put the orange in Qiao Weiwei's palm, took a wet tissue from the tea table, and wiped her hands...

Watching him wiping his hands, Sun Xiaoran felt an unprecedented humiliation.

She smiled wryly, got up, carried her white Chanel bag on her back, and left quickly...

"Sun Xiaoran."

Behind her, Qiao Weiwei's voice made her pause, she turned her head and looked at Qiao Weiwei...

"You have to be dignified, and don't do things that bring shame on yourself in the future. Also, I don't like people coming in and out of my Qiao Weiwei's place casually, understand?" Qiao Weiwei looked at Sun Xiaoran's back coldly, and said slowly.

"Crack..." She didn't speak, turned around, took a deep breath and gently closed the door.

Standing at the door, her hands hanging by her sides were tightly clenched into fists. The deep hatred took root in her heart, grew wantonly, formed tendrils, and entangled her heart.

Qiao Weiwei...why do you say that about her...!Isn't she just a cold lover?Why is she so arrogant in front of Sun Xiaoran...

With red eyes, she entered the elevator.

After the elevator door closed, she took out her mobile phone from her bag, dialed her mother's number, and said, "Hey, Mom, I need you to do me a favor."