Dear President, take it easy

"It's okay, no need, I'm much better now, and I'll be fine in a while." Qiao Weiwei held Zhou Chuyu's hand and stopped her.

She doesn't want to trouble others with this little problem.

Zhou Chuyu put his hand on Qiao Weiwei's stomach, rubbed it for her continuously, and said, "Why don't you wait for me, I'll go change my clothes, and I'll accompany you to the hospital."

The colic stomach suddenly no longer hurts.

Qiao Weiwei sat up straight and said, "Look, it's okay...it's been like this lately. It hurts for a while and then I'll be fine."

"You, you really should go to the hospital for a physical examination." Zhou Chuyu breathed a sigh of relief, patted Qiao Weiwei on the shoulder, and said.

"It's a big deal, no need." Qiao Weiwei smiled slightly, and said again: "Sister Chuyu, stand up, let me take a look at your wedding dress."

Zhou Chuyu stood up with a smile...

The tube top design just revealed her perfect butterfly collarbone.

The tight and slim upper body design highlights her perfect bust and waist lines.

The fluffy elongated design of the lower body makes her figure more slender.

"I should ask Ou Xiangbei to take a look, it's so beautiful." Qiao Weiwei took out her mobile phone, took three photos of Zhou Chuyu, and said.

"Really? If it looks good, that's it." After finishing speaking, Zhou Chuyu turned his head and said to the waiter beside him, "How much is this one, let it be."

"This wedding dress is made by the famous designer S in Paris, France. It is the only one in the world, and the price is 1." The waiter squatted down and straightened the skirt for Zhou Chuyu, and said.

"Okay, just wrap it up." Zhou Chuyu said lightly, without even blinking.

The waiter looked at Zhou Chuyu and immediately felt envious.

Such a wedding dress, waiters like them can't earn it even if they earn it all their lives.

This is the gap between rich and poor.

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After buying the wedding dress with Zhou Chuyu, Qiao Weiwei and Zhou Chuyu came to the Lvyin Pavilion Western Restaurant.

In the magnificent private room, a dark fragrance floats.

The two of them had already ordered red wine and were just waiting for Ou Xiangbei and Liang Bo to arrive.

A well-dressed waiter stood at the door, smiling.

"Why don't you come, I'm so hungry that my chest is sticking to my back." Qiao Weiwei complained.

As soon as the words fell, there was a sound of chaotic footsteps in the corridor, mixed with Ou Xiangbei's lazy voice: "Dude, I will get married next month, how much money are you going to give as a red envelope..."

"Waiter, let's serve." Zhou Chuyu said to the waiter with a smile.

Immediately afterwards, the door was pushed open, and Liang Bo and Ou Xiangbei walked into the private room one after the other, one hot and the other cold.

"How much do you want?" Liang Bo glanced at Ou Xiangbei, walked up to Qiao Weiwei and sat down, stretched his long arms around Qiao Weiwei's waist, and asked.

Ou Xiangbei walked up to Zhou Chuyu and sat down next to Zhou Chuyu, lit a cigarette, crossed his legs, leaned lazily on the backrest, and said, "Two hundred million is not too much, and one hundred million is not too little."

"Chu Yu, are you really going to give your lifelong happiness to this psychopath?" Liang Bo leaned on the backrest, played with Qiao Weiwei's hair with one hand, raised his chin to the northward position, looked at Zhou Chuyu, and said.

"Cough cough..." As soon as the words finished, Ou Xiangbei coughed lightly, choked by the smoke. He looked at the cold with black lines, and said, "I'm not crazy, I'm fine."

"What's wrong with you? Why didn't I see it? I think you should take medicine." Qiao Weiwei chimed in.

The three of you said something to each other, and Zhou Chuyu was very happy.

"I'm handsome, wealthy and humorous, what's wrong? Liang Bo, are you jealous or jealous..." Under the table, Ou Xiangbei pulled Zhou Chuyu's hand and said.

He only held it lightly, and Zhou Chuyu felt a heat flow from his palm all the way to his heart, warm.

"..." Liang Bo had black lines on his face, and he stopped talking to Ou Xiangbei, only treating him as a psychopath.

The door was slowly pushed open, and the waiter walked in pushing a spotless dining cart, and then put all kinds of exquisite food on the table, and poured a glass of red wine for each of them, and then stepped aside.

"Sister Chuyu, Xiangbei, congratulations, I wish you two will be united forever, in love forever, and have a happy union for a hundred years..." Qiao Weiwei raised her glass and said.

"thanks, thanks……"

The four of them clinked their glasses together...

"Liangbo, buddy, I'm about to enter the marriage hall, how about you? When are you going to prepare?" Ou Xiangbei shook his wine glass, looking at Liangbo and Qiao Weiwei who were elegantly slicing a steak.

As soon as this remark came out, the expressions of the two people changed.

"It depends on Weiwei..." Saying that, Liangbo put down the knife and fork in his hand, and looked at Qiao Weiwei playfully.

"..." Qiao Weiwei was silent.

marry?Qiao Weiwei never thought about it.

She and Liang Bo are just a deal, just a joke, how can there be such a thing as marriage?

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After dinner.

The four soldiers divided into three groups, each going back to its own home.

In the Baroque style bedroom, Qiao Weiwei and Liang Bo went to bed together after taking a bath...

Liang Bao turned sideways, attached one hand to Qiao Weiwei's chest, and gently rubbed it through the snow-white silk nightgown...

On his body, the faint smell of body wash came out, refreshing...

"Have you ever thought about having a marriage?" Warm eyes rolled on her face, and there was a bit of searching in her eyes, as if she wanted to see through her.

Qiao Weiwei turned sideways, put one hand through his armpit, put her arms around his waist, and said, "Thought about it, when the day you are willing to let me go, I will also have a vigorous relationship and find someone I like Get married, have a lovely baby, and live the most ordinary life."

She looked at him and exhaled like blue.

Her words made his eyes suddenly turn cold.

He squinted his icy eyes, looked at her, stopped the hand kneading her chest, moved his thin lips, and said, "What if I never let you go?"

"Impossible..." Qiao Weiwei looked at him with a stiff smile.

how is this possible……

"Woman...you are mine..." He rolled over and held her down.

The hot lips pressed down, and the tongue drove straight in.

With ease, he put his hand under the skirt, and gently entered her secluded | deep...

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