One day, when he gets tired of her, she will be thrown into the trash can like a used tissue without even looking at her again.

And she... doesn't want to be with him forever now. She just wants him to get tired of her early and let her live.

She, Qiao Weiwei, can no longer afford to play the emotional game because she can no longer afford to be hurt.

What she fears most is that others will keep talking about her for a lifetime, only to turn around and embrace other gentle nephrites. It is enough for her to experience such a thing once, isn't it?

"You are holding me to sleep now. Aren't you afraid that Jasmine will find out and make trouble with you? Don't you think we are a bit perverted now? My brother-in-law and my sister-in-law are gunning for bed sheets?"

There was an evil thought in her heart. In fact, she wanted Qiao Moli to know so that she could hurt her severely... and let Chen Bihua's daughter taste the feeling of betrayal.

She admitted that she was very bad~

It’s just that there are no bad people in this world. No matter how good a person is, he will occasionally have evil thoughts in his heart, but if he doesn’t say it out loud, others won’t notice.

"..."

Her question was met with a silent response from him.

The next second, what she heard was his shallow and even breathing...

He was already tired from the n times of tossing in the bathroom. He had no time to answer such insignificant questions as hers. Qiao Moli? She? was not important to him at all, at least, not as important as his arms.

For the first time, Qiao Weiwei fell asleep easily without sleeping pills. For the first time, she didn't dream about her mother's suicide at night...

In such a dream, she would always become mute, watching her mother slit her wrists through the locked glass door but couldn't scream. She could only beat the glass desperately, trying to scream but unable to make a sound at all. She wanted to press 1

But my fingers always refuse to obey me and always press the wrong button...

Every time I wake up, my heart hurts so much that I can't breathe...the pillow is wet with tears.

Every night after her mother committed suicide, she dreamed about it again and again.

It was rare to have a peaceful sleep. Qiao Weiwei felt relaxed, the kind of relaxation she had never felt before~.

The next day, when Qiao Weiwei woke up, Liang Bo was no longer there. The snow-white suspender skirt was lying quietly beside her, almost blending into the bed sheets. On the skirt was a set of snow-white sexy underwear and a snow-white note.

, on the note, his handwriting was like a dragon's, "White is more suitable for you - cool and thin."

After taking a shower, Qiao Weiwei, who was fresh and fresh, put on the underwear and skirt he prepared for her, then opened the door and went downstairs.

Downstairs, in the splendid world, servants in classic maid uniforms were busy, and everyone looked nervous and serious.

"Miss Qiao!" Everyone bowed to Qiao Weiwei who was standing in the middle of the stairs, and then went about their business.

"Miss Qiao, Mr. Bo said that he will go to the company first. Miss Qiao, you have had dinner. If you go out, the driver and the car are ready. Remember to come back before evening. He doesn't want to miss you when he comes back." The head maid stepped forward.

, said respectfully.

"I won't have breakfast, I'm going out." Qiao Weiwei nodded, showed a smile that matched the skirt, and then went out.

Outside, the sun was shining brightly, there were no clouds in the sky, and the sea breeze was blowing on my face, which was very comfortable.

The black Bentley parked quietly at the door. When the driver saw Qiao Weiwei, he immediately got out of the car and opened the door respectfully.

"Okay, you can go back. I'll drive myself." She was never used to having a driver. This kind of petty girly thing was never what she, Qiao Weiwei, liked.
Chapter completed!