Qian Fang looked at the seemingly intimate coldness and Qiao Weiwei, and the cold air in her eyes was enough to freeze a cup of boiling water in an instant.

Inside the door, Liang Bo and Sun Xiaoran were also looking at the two people who seemed very close at the door with different expressions.

Sun Xiaoran was filled with gloating.

But Liang Bo's face became darker and darker.

"Ha...I think who is talking outside? It turns out that the second young master of our Liang family is shameless." Qianfang's eyes were extremely mocking. When she said the word "shameless", she deliberately increased her tone.

Qianfang's voice gradually lets Liang Yi loosens Qiao Weiwei, and then he put on a warm and jade-like skin. He looked at her and smiled and said, "Auntie."

Qianfang's words "Shameless" suddenly brought back the chilling memories to his childhood.

Since he just became sensible, Qianfang would look at him with this look whenever he had the chance, and told him, 'Liang Yi, you are just a shameless little bastard in our Liang family, you are just a shameless mistress...'

Qianfang's name has always been synonymous with demons for the young him.

"Woman, come here..." Liang Bo glanced at Liang Yi, still had a cold face, and waved his hand at Qiao Weiwei...

Qiao Weiwei glanced at the coldness beside her, then nodded politely to Qianfang, walked directly to the sofa beside Liangbo and sat down. She looked at Sun Xiaoran who was smiling at her opposite, nodded, but did not smile back.

Seeing Qiao Weiwei entering the ward, Qianfang immediately walked quickly to the sofa by the window, picked up his golden Hermes bag, and said to Sun Xiaoran beside him: "Xiaoran, let's go..."

Then, Qiao Weiwei was very slapped and walked out of the ward with one eye. When she reached the door, she left without looking at it...

Sun Xiaoran hurriedly nodded to Qiao Weiwei and Liang Yi, and then quickly followed Qianfang's steps.

After Qianfang left, the whole world returned to peace again.

The coldness at the door gently curled the corners of his lips, and walked to Qiao Weiwei with great strides, but did not sit down. He just stood there, looking at Liang Bo's cold face, and said, "Brother, don't get me wrong. I just didn't want my sister-in-law to hear what the aunt said. I have no other intention."

The coolness at this moment was like a gentle gentleman, with the smile on his face so decent and perfect.

Who would have thought that such a person would be the future elder brother of the British Mafia.

Who would have thought that such a person would be a demon who would kill people without blinking in the underworld?

"...Liang Yi, don't take my mother's words to heart." Liang Bo was silent for a long time before he curled his lips to Liang Yi and said.

"Haha, no..." Liang Yi shrugged, and the words on her face were not important, but she felt extremely uncomfortable in her heart.

"Come here and sit." Liang Bo pointed to the position beside him and said to Qiao Weiwei who was playing with her cell phone beside him.

"Oh..." Qiao Weiwei locked the screen of her phone, sat beside the bed, looked at the nose of the cold-blooded oxygen tube, and said, "Will it feel uncomfortable if you keep plugging it like this?"

"You can't kiss me." He looked at her ambiguously, stretched out his hand, tidied up the pillow behind him, folded his slender legs, and said.

Looking at the intimate appearance of the two, the cold noodles beside him smiled awkwardly and said, "Brother, I have something to do, so I will go back first and will not disturb the world of you and your sister-in-law."

After saying that, Liang Yi glanced at Qiao Weiwei, who was staring at Liang Bao, and walked out of the ward with big strides.

"Cha..." The door slowly closed, and only Qiao Weiwei and Liang Bo were left in the entire ward.

Liang Bo stretched out a hand, pinched her cheeks lightly and heavily, and said, "Woman, who allows you to get so close to other men?"

"We didn't do anything... Besides, I don't want me to hear your mother's words, so I will cover my ears..."

"Anyway, don't get too close to other men, otherwise..."

"Otherwise?" She took off her shoes and rubbed against him, leaning her head lightly against his shoulders, hooking his neck, and said.

"Otherwise I'll deal with you..." He turned his face, his teeth bit her earlobe, and he said ambiguously,

"Are you sure you have the strength now..." she said lightly, letting him bite her earlobe.

"Do you want to try..." The teeth exerted forcefully, and a clear tooth mark was printed on her delicate earlobe.

"Uh..." She suffered pain, struggled to leave him, covered her painful ears, frowned and looked at the smiling man opposite her, and said, "No... I don't want you to die on me..."

"Are you so afraid of me to die?" Liang Bo looked at her with a smile and joked.

"Yes, I'm afraid you will die in front of me..." Qiao Weiwei said half-jokingly.

"Don't worry, I won't allow me to die in front of you." He narrowed his eyes, curled up his lips, and smiled evilly.

"Woman, say I love you and tell me..."

"I love you……"

“Say it again…”

"I love you, I love you, I love you..."

She said over and over again, and it was extremely natural. After that, she leaned on his shoulder again.

"woman……"

"Um?"

"Wait for me for three years, and in three years, I will marry you."

"Okay..." she smiled slightly and said lightly.

She waits, let alone three years, even thirty years.

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On the afternoon of autumn, the sun is just right, and the whole world looks a little lazy.

At the corner of the street, Zhou Chuyu and Su Qingcheng sat face to face, drinking coffee freely.

"I heard about Mr. Bo, how is he doing?" Su Qingcheng picked up the coffee on the table, smelled it, and said.

"The operation is very successful, it's okay." Zhou Chuyu said.

"That's good……"

"Qingcheng, I will get married to Xiangbei this sixth, you must come." Zhou Chuyu took out the invitation from his red windbreaker pocket and pushed it to Su Qingcheng, looking at him with a happy look on his face.

Hearing this, the smile on Su Qingcheng's face froze. He gracefully put down the coffee cup in his hand, looked at Zhou Chuyu, his eyebrows tightened, and said, "Are you going to marry that playboy?"

"Well, we are getting married, Qingcheng, please bless us." Zhou Chuyu looked at Su Qingcheng's frown and still maintained the elegant smile he was used to, and said.

"Chu Yu, you won't be happy if you marry him. He is so fickle, the women around you are like a lantern." Su Qingcheng stretched out his hand and held Zhou Chuyu's hand, his tone a little excited.
Chapter completed!