A trace of sinister flashed in Chen Bihua's eyes.

She gritted her teeth hard, and the crystal ashtray in her hand hit the back of Qiao Weiwei's head without bias.

The ashtray was intact, but Qiao Weiwei's head stinged.

Although there was no bleeding, a big bag instantly swelled up.

A strong dizziness in front of him made Qiao Weiwei subconsciously let go of Qiao Moli, and she collapsed on the blood-stained carpet.

After a moment of weakness, the fruit knife slid down...

She stretched out her hand, touched the back of the head that was painful, raised her head, looked at Chen Bihua's shocked, terrified and hated face on her head, and her eyes turned dark, and she completely lost consciousness...

"Ah!" The nanny's scream further aggravated the tension in the living room.

"What's the name? Call me a militant!" Chen Bihua said to the nanny who was standing at the kitchen door and full of fear. Instead, Chen Bihua turned around and looked at Qiao Moli, who was trembling on the sofa with a look of distress...

Chen Bihua quickly stepped forward, nervously helped Qiao Moli up the bleeding constantly, and said, "Marli, go, let's go to the hospital..."

As he said that, Chen Bihua took off her coat, covered Qiao Moli's wound, and helped Qiao Moli up.

"Go to yours, Qiao Weiwei!" Qiao Moli kicked Qiao Weiwei hard on the shoulder, and then followed Chen Bihua's steps out of the door.

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Huasheng Hospital vvip ward.

Opening his eyes again, the dazzling light on his head made Qiao Weiwei narrow her eyes unadapted.

During the breath, the strong smell of potion and the stinging pain on the back of her head made her frown in displeasure.

At 23:00, the huge ward was extremely quiet, so quiet that even the sound of my own breathing and the tiny footsteps of the nurse on duty in the corridor outside could be heard clearly.

Holding her heavy and painful head slowly stood up, Chen Bihua took the ashtray to pat her, and once again appeared in front of her.

Thinking of this, thinking of everything Chen Bihua and Qiao Moli did to her, she felt unhappy again.

"Dudu..." The vibration of the phone disturbed Qiao Weiwei's thoughts.

Qiao Weiwei picked up the cell phone on the table next to her.

The word "Bo Ye" that was beating on the screen surprised and happy, and her heart seemed to be in her throat again.

She sniffed, picked up her phone, pressed the answer button, and said, "Bo...Master Bo..."

“…Where is the woman…sleeping…”

On the other end of the phone, his voice was still weak.

Even so, she still felt unparalleled to her.

For some reason, when she heard his voice again, she was so moved that she burst into tears unconsciously.

In my heart, I was both awkward and happy.

"Master Bo...it's great that you can still hear your voice." Qiao Weiwei said with tears in her eyes, her pale lips curled up.

"Do you want to come here to accompany me?"

"Yes, yes, I'll go there now." As he said that, Qiao Weiwei hung up the phone, put on the white slippers on the floor, took her cell phone, and left the ward directly.

"Miss Qiao, you can't run around at will now..." Behind him, the nurse on duty shouted to Qiao Weiwei.

Qiao Weiwei ignored it and ran straight into the elevator.

Standing at the entrance of the hospital, Qiao Weiwei was anxiously waiting for the arrival of the taxi.

The cold autumn wind made her body tremble slightly, her wide and thin blue and white hospital gown and her pale face made her look extremely weak.

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When he pushed the door open, Liang Bo was lying halfway on the bed watching TV, with an oxygen tube inserted in his nose, his face as paper as blood, and his face was not as bright as blood.

However, his weak appearance still could not block the innate kingly aura on his body.

"Woman, why is her face so bad? Why are she wearing a hospital uniform? My parents beat you?" He looked at her, frowned, and looked at her standing at the door, who was standing with pear blossoms and rain, and asked three questions in a row.

As his eyes met, Qiao Weiwei burst into tears again.

She quickly stepped forward, sat by the bed, hugged him gently, and said, "Master Bo... I was so scared at that time, how afraid you would die. It's great that you could wake up. Master Bo, I'm sorry."

"Ahem..." He coughed lightly, letting her hold him, and said, "Xiang Beidu told me that you have nothing to be sorry for."

"Master Bo, I will do whatever you ask me to do in the future. I will be a mistress. I will be a mistress. I will be a mistress. I will be a little fourth. I will never disobey you again. Master Bo, I love you. It was not until the moment you were dying that I realized that you are so important to me." Qiao Weiwei hugged his neck tightly and held him affectionately.

Her tears wet his shoulders and his heart.

He gladly curled his pale lips and let her hold them.

One word I love you more than thousands of words.

The words I love you completely melted the glaciers that had accumulated in his heart for many years.

"Woman, this is what you said, don't regret it." His voice was a little hoarse, and a hint of surprise flashed through his dark eyes.

"I don't want any principles and bottom line, I want them all. I just want you, Master Bo." She expressed her thoughts without any concealment.

It is worthy of being Qiao Weiwei who does her own way. Even if she confesses, she is so straightforward and not pretentious.

He stretched out a hand and stroked her hair. When his five fingers touched the back of her swollen head, she groaned: "Ah... it hurts..."

"Why are you so swollen? Who made it?" Liang Bo pushed her away, looked at her slightly red eyes, and her black eyes instantly became cold.

"Today I went back to settle the score with Qiao Moli and asked Qiao Moli with a knife. Chen Bihua was afraid that I would really kill her, so she hit me with an ashtray." Qiao Weiwei shrugged and looked at him, saying word by word.

"It's them again... damn it! This mother and daughter are so arrogant. If they don't deal with them well, they won't know who they have messed with!"

His women dare to move, they are simply seeking death!

"Whether Chen Bihua or Qiao Moli, I can handle it myself, you don't need you... Besides, we can't go too far, otherwise we will be a little sorry for Qiao Zhihai." She understood that if Liang Bo took action, whether Chen Bihua or Qiao Moli would be in trouble...

"I'm sure I don't want me to help you?" asked his slender fingers in the depths, carefully depicting the outline of her delicate jaw.
Chapter completed!