"Dr. Jeremy said that based on the information, Ms. Qiao's condition is still very optimistic. It should be recovered through neurorepair surgery, but the specific one will have to wait for another detailed examination before deciding the conclusion." Ning Mo said.

The word "optimism" makes Liang Bo happy.

A cold and gloomy face showed a layer of joy,

"Well, thank you for your hard work, you can go back to the company." He slowly raised his eyes, looked at Ning Motong and said.

"Yes!" As he said that, Ning Motong bowed respectfully to Liang Bo, glanced at Ning Meng beside him, and then walked out of the villa quickly.

"Click..." The sound of the door was not light and heavy, and Qiao Weiwei was pulled back from her sleep.

He opened his eyes, yawned, and moved.

"Sister Weiwei, you are awake." Ning Meng immediately stepped forward and helped her up when she saw this.

With Ning Meng's help, she twisted her sitting position and sat tiredly on the sofa.

Then, fold the cold and thin dark blue coat on your body and set it aside.

His eyes swept around and then froze on Liang Bo, who was smoking a cigarette on the other side.

In the smoke, the two of them looked at each other, but they all had different expressions.

He looked extremely quiet, but she was extremely cold.

"Ning Meng. I'm hungry. Do you have anything to eat?" She turned her head and looked at the thin and weak Ning Meng beside her and said.

"I'll go to the kitchen to see what ingredients are..." As he said that, Ning Meng quickly turned around and ran to the kitchen.

After Ning Meng entered the kitchen, the atmosphere in the living room was quiet to a level of silence.

"Doctor Jeremy from the Fifth Neurosurgery Hospital has read your information. He said that your situation is very optimistic. You should be able to recover through neurorepair surgery, but the specific one needs to be done with another detailed examination to make a conclusion." He bent down, elegantly pressed off the cigarette butt, and took the lead in breaking the silence.

His words made her empty eyes a little brighter.

"Give me the smoke." She frowned and looked at the cigarette curling with white mist at his fingertips, and said.

"..." He stood up silently, walked to her, put half of the cigarette to her, and then sat down, naturally holding her slender waist with his long arms.

His slender fingers naturally held the cigarette, took a sip, turned his head, and quietly spit out the cigarette rings at his beautiful face.

He closed his eyes, greedily breathed the thin smoke pouring out of her mouth, then slowly opened his eyes, put her hair to the tip of his nose and sniffed it, raised his eyebrows and said, "Is he still angry with me?"

"A mad at you? I'm just a person who doesn't even have the right to die. What's the right to be mad at you?" She looked at him indifferently, put the cigarette to her lips again, and took a deep breath.

Nicotine anesthetizes the nerves and slightly relieves the irritability and depression in the body.

"Woman, don't talk to me in this tone!" The slender and slightly cool fingertips gently raised her chin, glanced at her, and Leng Mei spoke.

The tone is still firm and cannot be opposed.

"You accompany me here. Does your beautiful wife Sun Xiaoran know? Have you ever greeted her?" She continued to sarcastically, but she couldn't help but red her eyes again.

Thinking of his protection of Sun Xiaoran, she felt uncomfortable.

She doesn't like him to be kind to other women, and doesn't like him to protect other women.

What's more, that woman was the one who hurt her!

"I didn't say it! Don't talk to me in this tone!" He ordered again, glancing at her pale face.

"Why? Don't like it? If you don't like it, then go back to China to find your little wife!" She snorted coldly again, gently shifted her face to the side, and no longer looked at his cold face.

Her words made him feel cold.

The ice eyes gathered all the light in an instant.

He frowned, let go of her coldly, stood up, and walked out of the door with big strides.

"Bang!" The deafening sound of the door made her tremble in her heart.

She came to her senses, looked at the direction he left, sniffing, but not speaking.

I was still extremely upset.

"shit!" She cursed quietly, and threw the cigarette butt that was about to burn to her fingertips aside.

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It's late at night.

The winter night in New York is extremely cold.

The bitter cold wind swept down the goose feather-like snow, covering the rich night with a layer of snow-white gauze.

The European pastoral interior is brightly lit, just like the daytime.

Qiao Weiwei, wearing a snow-white silk nightgown, blended into the snow-white big bed.

The whistling of the north wind and the rustling of branches made her unable to sleep with annoyance.

I sat up with difficulty, took a pillow, leaned against the head of the bed, glanced at the pink floral wall clock on the wall, and the hour and minute hands just overlapped at twelve o'clock.

It's twelve o'clock, he hasn't come back yet...

After sighing a long sigh, he picked up the fashion magazine on the bedside table and flipped through it casually.

In the magazine, the young and beautiful model attracted her eyes and her fingers were involuntarily placed on the model's slender and straight legs.

How she envies the model's healthy and beautiful appearance.

Can her legs really recover?

She is really uneasy.

"Crack..." After a heavy sound of pushing the door, a strong smell of alcohol came to my nose.

Yu Guang glanced at the door with one hand on the door frame, his eyes were blurred, shaking cold and thin, but he didn't say anything.

Looking at her cold look, he smiled bitterly and stretched out his hand, stroked the hair falling from his forehead upwards, and then walked towards her with a staggering pace.

He reached out, took the magazine in her hand, took a look, and then threw it aside.

He looked at her condescendingly, gently held her cheeks with both hands, and said helplessly but sadly: "Woman, don't always be so indifferent to me. I don't owe you anything. Am I not good enough to you?"

"Yes, you are good to me, so good that you can protect the murderer who hurt me... Yes, she is the wife you married by the matchmaker. I am just a shameless mistress. Besides, they are still pregnant with your child. What do I have? Haha..." When she met his drunken eyes, she raised her chin proudly, glanced at a face that was extremely handsome on her head, and moved her lips.

Holding her cheek hand, he tried hard little by little. When he heard what she said, he really wanted to tear the face to pieces, but he couldn't do it at all.

After all, he just raised his eyebrows helplessly, shook his dizzy head, and said, "One day you will understand who I do this for."
Chapter completed!