Dear President, take it easy

"What's the matter?" In the dark room, the wizard Bai Shan, dressed in black, with white hair up to her waist and wrinkled face, held a mobile phone in one hand and a blue glass bottle in the other. It was a yellow Gu worm baring its teeth, with gloomy and empty eyes.

The silver-white moonlight cast on her face through the half-closed window, making that face even paler.

A gust of sinister wind blows into the house, making the black tulle curtains behind her undulate like waves, and blowing the small glass bottles on the iron shelf above her head that contain all kinds of terrifying Gu insects to collide with each other, making a "ding ding dong dong" sound. sound……

The elevator door opened, and Sun Xiaoran looked around while walking. Seeing two security guards standing in the hall, he lowered his voice, covered his mouth with his hands, and said to the phone, "I want the bottle in your hand. Desperate Gu..."

At this moment, Sun Xiaoran has a vicious look on his face, which is quite different from the innocent, weak and good girl image he usually portrays.

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The bursts of pleasure in her body woke up Qiao Weiwei who was sleeping.

Opening his eyes, what greeted his eyes was Liang Bo's monstrous face, which had been magnified several times.

The coldness at the moment is pressing her down, doing early morning exercise|exercise.

Intense emotion flowed in a pair of deep eyes.

As for her, the clothes on her body have long since disappeared, and her whole body is |not|not|hanging up...

Qiao Weiwei moved her body, "Um... ah..." She moaned slightly, then, her legs naturally hooked around his waist, twisted her body like a water snake, her hands tightly grasping the bed sheet.

"Are you awake?" He slowed down his movements, put his hands on her sides, and said vaguely, the scorching breath evenly scattered on her sleepy face.

"Nonsense, can I not wake up when you're like this... Er..." A pair of sleepy eyes gradually blurred...

With a hook of his thin lips, he quickened his movements, gasped, and asked, "Do you like this way of waking you up?"

Qiao Weiwei moved her body again, her cheeks flushed, "Can I say I don't like it?"

"Duplicity!" The movement under him was repeated.

"Ah... um..."

She grasped the bed sheet with both hands, she moaned, enduring the joy he brought her...

A hot current poured into her lower abdomen, and his seeds scattered in her body...

He gasped low, pulled out, turned over, looked at her sideways, stretched one hand back, touched the white folder on the bedside table, and placed it on her sweaty chest, His gaze moved up and down on her naked body.

"What?" She picked up the folder and pulled the quilt up above her chest, exposing only two arms with red hickey marks.

"Joe's share transfer agreement, woman, this is all the Qiao's shares in my hand, and now they are all yours...I promised to transfer them to you before, but it was delayed because of many things, and it was done two days ago Well, now it's yours..." He said calmly, as if what he gave her was just a small, worthless gift.

In an instant, Qiao Weiwei felt that the folder in her hand seemed to weigh a thousand catties. The hand holding the folder trembled, turned her head, looked at his sharp-edged face, and said, "Master Bo..."

"Woman, I said a long time ago that as long as you stay by my side obediently, I will build a paradise for you with my own hands. You are my canary in a cage. Unless I voluntarily release you, otherwise, You can only stay in the golden cage I made for you, and live the life I gave you... If you really want to fly away before I let you go, then I can't guarantee what I will do... "His warm fingers carefully traced her delicate facial contours, and he spoke word by word, with affectionate eyes, but domineering tone.

Even at this time, he still has the aura of a king.

He is the king standing on top of the world, no matter how proud and glamorous she is, when she is in front of him, she can only choose to kneel at her feet and bow down.

She exchanged freedom for Qiao Zhihai's life-long painstaking efforts. She thought that she would not suffer from this deal.

She smiled wryly and moved her lips: "Got it..."

"Good..." He kissed her forehead, just scratching the surface.

"Beep beep..." Above the pillow, the vibration of the phone interrupted the conversation between the two. Qiao Weiwei reached out and touched the phone, looked at the strange number displayed on the screen, and pressed the call button.

"Hey, hello, who is it?" Qiao Weiwei said lightly, while Liang Bozheng was playing with her messy hair with a smile in her eyes.

"Miss Qiao, I'm Xiaoran, can we have a chat?" The voice from the other end of the phone made Qiao Weiwei and Liang Bo stunned at the same time.

Liang Boyu reached out to get Qiao Weiwei's phone, but was stopped by Qiao Weiwei. Qiao Weiwei hooked her pink lips, and said to Sun Xiaoran on the other end of the phone, "ok... where is it?"

"The second floor of <Xiang> coffee, private room No. 18, 09:30, we'll see you soon." On the other side of the phone, Sun Xiaoran was sitting on the big pink bed with disheveled hair, holding the phone in one hand and playing with the transparent phone in the other. A small glass bottle, inside the bottle is a Gu insect egg that is so tiny that it is almost invisible to the naked eye.

Sunshine, through the half-drawn curtains, scattered into the room, shining on Sun Xiaoran's face with a sinister look.

"Okay..." Qiao Weiwei agreed bluntly, then hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Qiao Weiwei measured her body, hooked her cold neck, and exhaled like blue: "I need to deal with the mess you caused. Say, how are you going to compensate me?"

"I promise you a lifelong blessing... How about it?" He smiled black-bellied and ruffled her hair.

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<Xiang> Coffee Room No. 18.

In the private room, the sun is just right.

The strong aroma of coffee filled the air.

Qiao Weiwei and Sun Xiaoran were sitting face to face on a small white round table covered with a blue and white checkered tablecloth, with huge French windows beside them.

Qiao Weiwei stroked her jet-black hair and sat gracefully. While stirring the coffee that Sun Xiaoran had ordered in advance, she looked at Sun Xiaoran steadily and said, "What do you want to talk to me about? Is this coffee not poisonous?"

Today, Qiao Weiwei deliberately put on a relatively heavy makeup, wearing a bright red slim suit with a black low-cut slim bottoming skirt, which looks full of aura.

Sun Xiaoran's plain face and gray casual attire, in front of Qiao Weiwei like this, is naturally inferior by n grades.

"Miss Qiao was joking, Miss Qiao, I like Master Bo very much..." Sun Xiaoran held the coffee cup in his hand, and there was no trace of falsehood in his eyes.