His words made her face darker.

All the brilliance of his eyes instantly faded away.

It seemed that a piece of my heart was deeply cut off by something, and then a layer of fine salt was sprinkled with it, causing pain.

But he still maintained his original posture and hung it on his body.

His right index finger gently depicted his exquisite chin lines, pretending to be free and easy, and said, "Well... Then get married."

He saw her displeasure, but he curled his lips helplessly, narrowed his eyes and said, "It only takes three years."

In just three years, after her poison was completely relieved, he divorced Sun Xiaoran and married her...

"Actually I really want to ask, why it takes three years? What agreement did you have?" she asked when she met his bottomless eyes.

"Woman, don't try to inquire about it." He stretched out his hand, scraped her nose, and said.

She shrugged and stopped asking, saying, "Let's go down to have a meal, I'm hungry. I haven't eaten much in the morning."

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After taking a shower, Qiao Weiwei, who was refreshed and refreshed, walked downstairs hand in hand.

In the living room, Ning Meng, who was sitting on the sofa with flowers in her arms, saw Qiao Weiwei and Liang Bo, immediately put down the scissors and the beautiful red rose in her hand, rubbed her hand on the white apron on her body, and quickly walked forward and said, "Master Bo, Sister Weiwei, why did you get down for so long?"

When she glanced at the kiss marks on Qiao Weiwei's neck, Ning Meng added: "Are you fighting inside just now? Master Bo, have you beat Sister Weiwei? Why is Sister Weiwei's neck so red?"

Liang Bo looked dark and held Qiao Weiwei's hand trembled awkwardly, but he didn't say anything.

"No, no... Ning Meng, you've thought too much, hurry up and go to the restaurant to put all the food on it. We're hungry." Qiao Weiwei smiled awkwardly, reached out to touch the kiss marks on her neck, and said.

"Oh... OK." As he said that, Ning Meng touched her forehead again, turned around and walked into the restaurant quickly.

"The other day, I must ask Ning Motong how he taught his sister. She is eighteen years old, so why don't he know anything..." Liang Bo pulled Qiao Weiwei to the restaurant and said as he walked.

"Does Eighteen have to understand?"

"Well... I don't understand how I can serve my man like you in the future?"

While talking, the two had already walked into the restaurant.

Qiao Weiwei blushed, pulled open the chair and sat down, looking at the big table with steaming Chinese food, and saliva was flowing.

Liang Bo pulled open the chair and sat in front of Qiao Weiwei, smiled playfully, stretched his feet under the table towards her, gently rubbed her smooth ankle, and teased him: "You said, are you right? Woman..."

Ning Meng held two bowls of rice next to Qiao Weiwei and Liangbo, without any notice of the ambiguity in the atmosphere.

Then, Ning Meng silently served himself a bowl of rice and sat next to Qiao Weiwei.

"Med Kung Pao chicken, sweet and sour carp, scallion pork ribs, spinach soup, and sour lotus root slices are all my favorites. Ning Meng, let me go back to China with me and ask Mr. Bo to find a school for you, and then after school or when you have nothing to do on the weekend, you will cook for me and Mr. Bo, and then accompany me out for shopping. Do you think it's okay?" Qiao Weiwei ignored Liang Bo, turned her face calmly and looked at Ning Meng behind her and said.

"Let's forget it when I go to school. If I go to school in my physical condition, I will only make my classmates laugh." Ning Meng smiled slightly and said.

"What's the point? You should study hard at this age. After you return to China, I will find you a good school." Liang Bo picked up the chopsticks gracefully, but did not pick up the food. He looked at Ning Meng and said.

"But I don't want to go to school. I'm in such a bad health. When I go to school, I will only be omitted by my classmates. It's enough to experience that kind of thing once."

Thinking that she was unable to participate in various activities in the class due to a heart attack, she was ridiculed and isolated by her classmates, so she was particularly rejected by the school.

"Whoever dares to exclude you, come to me, I'll help you beat him..." Qiao Weiwei picked up a piece of chicken and put it in Ning Meng's bowl, and said.

"Well, yes, I'll look for you Sister Weiwei. Your Sister Weiwei is a fierce girl..." After that, Liang Bo slowly picked up a piece of lotus root slice and took a bite...

"...Get out!" She gave him a fierce look, and kicked his foot under the table hard to the toes, saying.

"Where do you want me to get out? If I get out, who do you want to look for?" He did not hesitate to be present, leaning lazily against the backrest of the chair, folding his slender legs, looking at her, narrowing his eyes, very ambiguous.

Ning Meng was eating on her own, not understanding what Mr. Bo said at all.

Qiao Weiwei glared at Liang Bo fiercely, then turned her head to look at Ning Meng who was only concerned about eating, then lowered her head and pulled the rice into her mouth awkwardly.

"Eat quickly, we'll go out for a walk after eating." Liang Bo said.

Qiao Weiwei didn't say anything...

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In the afternoon in New York, the whole city is filled with a different kind of laziness.

White Bentley shuttles in a low-key manner through the busy streets.

In the car, Qiao Weiwei quietly looked at various buildings with the Liangshi Group logo flashing outside the window, leaning against the backrest, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Today, Qiao Weiwei is wearing a little ordinary dress, a simple white long-sleeved T-shirt, a simple white pencil pants, and a pair of white round-toed flat shoes under her feet. She has a plain face facing the sky, and she has a bit more student-like appearance on her body.

The car stopped at the largest jewelry mall in the center of New York.

After parking the car, Liang Bo held Qiao Weiwei's hand and walked straight into the mall.

"It's boring, why not buy clothes? What should I do in such a place? I don't like those jewelry." She didn't wear the pink diamond bracelet she gave her on her birthday before.

"This must be worn." He stretched out his hand, held her shoulder, and walked into the door with great strides.

What catches your eye is a magnificent world, with all kinds of jewelry shining dazzlingly in the glass cabinet that can be seen.

This is the paradise for women to dream of. Ninety-nine percent of women will be excited when they come here, and Qiao Weiwei happens to be that one percent.

Listening to the "Welcome to xxxx" Liang Bo took Qiao Weiwei's hand, went straight into the elevator, and pressed the tenth floor button.

"Seeing how familiar you are here, you have brought women to such places in the past? What do you buy? Necklaces? Diamond watches? Or what?" Her words were obviously sour.

"You have bought all the things you said. Why?" He stood up against the gilded wall, his hands crossed his chest gracefully, and looked at her with a smile in his eyes.

"Oh... nothing, I'm just asking." She nodded in a depressed manner, staring at the numbers jumping on the elevator, and stopped talking.

"Are you jealous? Because of the messed ups of the past?"

"Who is jealous, who is interested in being jealous of your past trash..." she said with a blank look.
Chapter completed!