After pressing answer, Qiao Weiwei put the phone to her ear, hooked Liang Bo's neck with one hand, and raised her chin proudly, but did not speak.

She wanted to see what Mu Fan was going to say to Liang Bo.

"Xiao Liangzi, where are you? My stomach hurts. It seems like food poisoning. I feel so uncomfortable..."

Mu Fan's weak voice on the other side of the phone made Qiao Weiwei furious.

Although she felt very uncomfortable in her heart, she still maintained her noble and cool appearance.

She stood up and left Liangbo's embrace. She walked step by step to the floor-to-ceiling window, holding on to the railing, overlooking the city below her feet. She moved her lips: "Miss Mu, if you feel uncomfortable in your stomach, you can dial 1. You can call me."

What's the use of Mr. Bo? He's not a doctor and can't cure difficult and complicated diseases."

"Qiao...Miss Qiao? Why are you holding Xiao Liangzi's mobile phone?"

"Because we are together now. He asked me to answer this call for him. He also asked me to tell you not to bother him again in the future. Miss Mu, if you don't want to call 1, you can call any doctor at Wangbei Hospital.

Phone call, I believe that as your colleagues, the doctors from Ou Xiangbei Hospital will be happy to come to your home to help you see a doctor. Do you know what type of women men hate the most?" Qiao Weiwei said coldly, with a look between her eyebrows.

It feels a bit cold.

"Wha...what type?"

"Stalker type, especially people like us, Mr. Bo, hate this type of woman." After saying that, Qiao Weiwei coldly hung up.

Her flaming red lips gently curved into a cold and charming arc, and she walked up to Liang Bo who was smoking silently in high spirits, tilted her buttocks, and sat back on his lap.

Putting the phone back in his hand, she gently pulled his tie with both hands, smiled playfully, and said, "Your ex-girlfriend said she had a stomachache. I asked her to call 1. Do you think I did the right thing, Mr. Bo?"

Silently he raised his eyebrows, took a deep breath of cigarette, Liang Bo gently touched the tip of Qiao Weiwei's nose with his forehead, and said: "Yes."

Seeing the worry flowing in Liang Bo's eyes, Qiao Weiwei snorted coldly: "I know, you are worried about her."

"Qiao Weiwei..."

"Shh, don't deny it. I can guess your thoughts right away, but you'd better not have anything to do with her anymore, otherwise, with her and without me, you can keep your word." After saying that, Qiao Weiwei took another hand from Liang Bo.

Zhong took the phone, pressed to unlock it, quickly found Liang Bo's number in the address book, and added it to the blacklist in front of Liang Bo.

"Okay, it's whatever you say." Liangbo nodded, with doting on her in his eyes.

Because he loves her, he is willing to pamper her without any limit.

Even if he was worried about Mu Fan, he would not go to him...

Now that he has decided to completely separate from Mu Fan, he will work hard and try to slowly empty the corner of his heart that finally belongs to Mu Fan.

"You are making the decision for me, messing with my address book, and threatening me verbally. What do you think...how should I punish you?"

"Punish him however you want." With a charming smile, she lightly unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt and hooked her arms around his neck in a charming way.

"That's what you said..." After saying that, he stood up with her in his arms, and gently placed her on the large, bright desk...

Her words resulted in two full hours of domineering demands from him.

It wasn't until she whimpered and begged for mercy that he reluctantly let go of her...

Struggling to sit up with her body covered in red marks, Qiao Weiwei cursed Liang Bo with "soulless", then walked into the bathroom in the lounge with staggering steps.

After adjusting her clothes, Liangbo sat down gracefully with a lingering feeling.

Gently tracing the angular lips with his fingers, he opened the mailbox and began to browse the recent financial statements of the head office sent by Ning Motong.

When Qiao Weiwei, neatly dressed, walked out of the lounge, Liang Bo was reviewing documents.

The first three buttons of the thin black shirt were left open, and the sleeves were rolled up to above the elbows. As he was writing, the bright red kiss marks on the strong chest muscles were faintly visible, which was very enchanting.

Warm sunlight fell on his devilishly beautiful face. At this moment, he looked elegant and shining.

He is the kind of person who is born with a halo of light. Even if he is just sitting here quietly reviewing documents, he is so bright that it makes people blind.

He was so focused that Qiao Weiwei was already standing behind him, but he still didn't know it.

Pressing his generous shoulder lightly, Qiao Weiwei said softly: "Seeing that you have a lot of documents to review, I will go back first. By the way, do you have the key to the apartment we lived in before? Give it to me.

I accidentally lost the one."

"What are you doing in that apartment?" Liangbo asked in a low voice, flipping through the documents.

"I can't find the pink diamond bracelet you gave me for my birthday last year. It must have been left there. I bought a skirt and thought it should be matched with that bracelet," Qiao Weiwei said.

Opening the drawer, he took out a bunch of exquisite keys and gently placed them in Qiao Weiwei's palm, saying coolly: "Go and look for it. If you can't find it, I'll buy you a better one."

He said it calmly, as if the pink diamond bracelet worth 100 million was just an inconspicuous gadget.

"That's what you said." After kissing Liang Bo's hair, Qiao Weiwei turned the key ring at will and walked out of Liang Bo's office with two sore legs.

Driving the red Maserati, Qiao Weiwei came all the way downstairs to the apartment.

Entering the building, she quickly entered the elevator and pressed the floor for the apartment.

After arriving at her destination, Qiao Weiwei moved her sore neck and got out of the elevator.

At the door of the apartment, she took out her key and opened the door.

The familiar scent that hit her nostrils made Qiao Weiwei feel very comfortable.

This is where she lived with Liang Bo and Ning Meng for a long time.

There are many unforgettable memories hidden here, so when she comes here, she feels particularly cordial.

Putting on her slippers, she went straight into the cloakroom and searched around, but did not find the bracelet she was looking for.

After closing the last jewelry drawer, Qiao Weiwei let out a long sigh, and then muttered in a low voice: "Did you accidentally drop the bracelet when you were playing with it in the living room last time?"

Walking into the living room, she turned the sofa over, but there was still nothing there.

His eyes stopped when he touched the pink diamond-encrusted mobile phone half exposed under the sofa.

Raising her eyebrows, she slowly knelt down and picked up her phone from under the sofa.

This is Sun Xiaoran’s mobile phone...

I remember that after Sun Xiaoran committed suicide by jumping off the cliff at Phoenix Mountain, the search and rescue team salvaged the waters around the foot of Phoenix Mountain for a long time, but did not recover her body, only the mobile phone.

I accidentally pressed the power button, and the phone had been soaked in water, but there was no response at all.

Leng Leng threw her phone on the sofa, Qiao Weiwei walked into the bedroom again and started looking for her bracelet.

After searching for a long time, I finally found what I was looking for in the drawer of the dresser.

Put the bracelet on your wrist, and then look at the bracelet set with 99 heart-shaped diamonds against the sun.

A faint pink light shone in her eyes.

She smiled slightly.

Her thoughts couldn't help but go back to the time when she first met Liang Bo, and back to the scene when he gave her a bracelet on her 23rd birthday.

Putting down her arms, she took the key and exited the bedroom with satisfaction.

After leaving the apartment, she drove the red Maserati to Trader Joe's.

***Here, Qiao Weiwei was driving happily to Qiao's. On the other side, in Liang's Private Hospital, in Ou Xiangbei's intensive care unit, the atmosphere between Ou Xiangbei and Zhou Chuyu seemed a little heavy.

In the intensive care unit filled with the smell of medicine, Ou Xiangbei lay quietly on his back on the hospital bed.

Zhou Chuyu was watching the music video for the cool piano single "only" directed by Su Qingcheng on his mobile phone, with a heavy look on his face.

After gently softening his sore eyes, Zhou Chuyu held Ou Xiangbei's hand tightly, lowered his eyes and said, "Ou Xiangbei, I feel that our happiness is built on Su Qingcheng's pain."

Ou Xiangbei said nothing, acquiescing to Zhou Chuyu's statement in his heart.

He felt guilty towards Su Qingcheng.

"I hope he can find the other half that suits him in France..." Zhou Chuyu said lightly, his voice slightly hoarse and vicissitudes of life.

"That boy is not too young, and he is still a wealthy man. His character is not bad. I believe he will meet a good girl. If you don't trust him, wait until I get better.

We can travel to France and then take a look at Suqing City."

"Okay..." Zhou Chuyu nodded.

"Crack..." The sound of pushing the door, neither soft nor heavy, broke the tranquility of the room.

Xinqing, holding a large white thermos pot in his hand, looked at Zhou Chuyu with a smile and walked to her side.

Putting down the thermos pot, Xin Qing slowly sat next to Zhou Chuyu, grabbed Zhou Chuyu's hand, and said: "Chu Yu, I've stewed a lot of chicken soup for you and this bastard. You can try it when it's just come out of the pot."

"Auntie, I hurt Ou Xiangbei like this. Not only did you not blame me, you also made me soup..."

"Isn't he alive? What happened?" Xin Qing gave Ou Xiangbei a fierce look and said.

Xinqing actually disagreed with Ou Xiangbei's decision to sacrifice his life to save his love.

"Mom, I want some soup."

"If you want to drink the soup, serve it yourself!" Xin Qing gave Ou Xiangbei another stern look and said.

"I can't move at all. You feed me, hehe..."

"Nima, it's none of my business whether you do anything or not. It's your own fault. Don't you think you can say something properly if you have something to say? I don't know who you follow, why do you want to be so bloody and violent?" Xin said.

Thoughts of love in a low voice.
To be continued...