"Master Bo, if you have time, can you come to visit me?" Sun Xiaoran's choked voice came to his ears.

Liang Bo raised his eyebrows, glanced at Qiao Weiwei from the corner of his eye, and said to the other end of the phone: "I know~"

Hearing Liangbo's answer, Qiao Weiwei turned her face away coldly, showing a sullen look on her face, and remained silent.

After hanging up the phone, Liang Bo elegantly stood up, put the phone back in her pocket, and said: "I'm going to her place. When the food comes, make sure to finish it all, okay?"

He looked at her, his eyes full of adoration, and the corners of Qingcheng's mouth slightly raised, extremely charming.

He is a king standing on top of the world, but he is only willing to shed his coldness and devote all his tenderness to her.

"What else do you have to talk about? What to talk about!" Qiao Weiwei looked at him coldly and said.

"You jealous little person..." His slender fingertips slid across her nose and said...

"You're jealous of the jar. Okay, go ahead. I'll give you half an hour."

"Well, let's go..."

As soon as she finished speaking, two thin lips pressed against her forehead.

After a gentle kiss, he reluctantly let go of her, turned around and left...

After closing the door, he regained his cool and evil charm.

He walked quickly to Sun Xiaoran's ward with his slender legs.

At the door of Sun Xiaoran's ward, he frowned and pushed the door directly in...

Tears were streaming down the bed. Sun Xiaoran, who looked pale, saw Liang Bo and immediately jumped out of bed and rushed to him with bare feet...

She held his hand with a cold hand, looked at him, and said, "Master Bo, Mom is holding it today..."

"I already know about this..." Liangbo pulled out his hand in disgust, looked at her, and said.

"Master Bo, it was Qiao Weiwei who framed me. I didn't have an affair with anyone else. The photo was just a matter of angle." Sun Xiaoran immediately explained.

"Don't talk nonsense without evidence." He raised his eyebrows, his face was extremely cold.

"Although I have no evidence, but I think with my fingers, I know it's her..." At this point, Sun Xiaoran gritted his teeth...

At this moment, she no longer looked like the little white rabbit she had been before.

"Now there is only evidence that you had an affair with someone else, but there is no evidence that Weiwei framed you...Sun Xiaoran, just admit what you have done, don't deny it. Don't even think about using this matter to frame Weiwei.

What, whether you are having an affair or selling yourself, I don’t care at all!” Liang Bo said again,

"Master Bo, you have to believe me, I really don't..."

"Whether you have it or not, it has nothing to do with me." Liang Bo snorted coldly.

"Master Bo, if you divorce me, then I can't give you the antidote..." She reached out and grabbed his cuffs and said.

"Divorce? Why should I divorce you?" He once again pushed her hand away in disgust, as if there was some deadly virus on her hands.

After saying that, he turned around and left without looking back...

"Bang..." The harsh sound of the door was like a knife cutting her heart in half.

This time, she was really wronged, but no one wanted to believe her...

The biting coldness rushes from the soles of the feet into the heart...

But she still stood there, seemingly sluggish.

Why is it that no one wants to believe her? Why...

"Qiao Weiwei, how much soup did you pour into Mr. Bo!" Sun Xiaoran gritted his teeth...

After a long time, she came back to her senses, sniffed, covered her stinging chest, and returned to the hospital bed.

At this moment, she seemed to have lost her soul, her eyes were dull and her pupils were dilated.

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When Liangbo returned to Qiao Weiwei's ward again, she was sitting in front of the coffee table, eating noodles happily.

Seeing Liang Bo, Qiao Weiwei quickly wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, put her chopsticks on the big bowl, and said, "So fast?"

He curled his thin lips, put his hands into his pockets, walked forward with slender steps, and sat in front of her. He naturally put one hand around her waist, raised his chin towards the tempting bird's nest porridge, and said

: "Give me a bite."

Hearing this, Qiao Weiwei carefully scooped a spoonful of bird's nest porridge, blew it, and brought it to his lips...

"That's not how porridge is fed..."

He stared at the bird's nest porridge in the spoon, but had no intention of eating it.

"Then how to feed..."

"I'll teach you..."

After that, he opened his mouth to hold the bird's nest porridge in the spoon, put one hand on the back of her head, and pressed his lips against hers domineeringly...

With his tongue, he gently pried open her teeth and put the porridge into her mouth...

She swallowed subconsciously, pushed him away, her face turned red, and said, "It's so disgusting."

"What did you say?" He smiled evilly again, hugged her on his lap, looked at her and asked.

"You are so disgusting..."

"You don't feel nauseous when you drink my milk, but do you feel nauseous when you eat the porridge in my mouth?" His big hand reached down into her hospital gown with familiarity, and gently rubbed her plump breasts through the white bra.

, the words are extremely explicit...

"Get out!" She cursed with a smile, and her pink fist landed on his chest mercilessly.

"Did I make a mistake?"

"Get out!" She cursed again, pushed him away awkwardly, and stood up like a spring...

He looked at her crimson face with a smile, leaned back, tapped his fingers on the sofa, and said, "I'm going to leave, how will you take care of your physiological needs?"

"Find someone else!" She rolled her eyes at him, sat next to him, picked up her chopsticks, picked up a piece of black bone chicken, put it into her mouth, and ate it gracefully.

"You are my exclusive possession. If you have a grudge against any man, you can choose to be with him..." He looked at her profile playfully and declared domineeringly.

"What are you going to do after we get together?" Qiao Weiwei put down her chopsticks, put her hands around his neck affectionately, raised her chin slightly, and smiled at the corner of her mouth that would captivate all living beings.

"I will gouge out his eyes that have looked at you, chop off his fingers that have touched you, cut off his lips that have kissed you, and cut off his dick that has fucked you... Anyway, my hands are already full of them.

Blood, I don't mind a little more blood on my hands." He narrowed his icy eyes, looked seriously, and traced her lips carefully with his warm fingertips.

He said it calmly, but she heard it with horror.

"How about it be so bloody, so violent, so cruel."

"If you want to...touch my woman, these are inevitable."

"What a pervert." After saying this, she slowly let go of his neck, shuddered, picked up the chopsticks again, and slowly ate the food on the table.

"However, in this world, anyone who dares to steal my prey has probably not been born yet..." He looked at her and moved his lips again.

Then, he raised his eyebrows again, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a puff...

The movements are done in one go, elegant and coherent.

After Qiao Weiwei had eaten and drank enough, she leaned comfortably on his shoulder, stretched out her right hand, took the cigarette from his fingers, took a puff, and said, "What did Sun Xiaoran tell you?"

"What else can I say? Of course it's just a cry of injustice. She didn't even think about it, could I have turned on her? She didn't know her own abilities." After saying that, he took the cigarette from her fingers, took a puff, and then gently held it against her.

Smoke pours over her charming face.

She closed her eyes and kept pulling the zipper of his clothes with her hands, saying: "Can I say that I am very happy that she has fallen to this point now..."

He turned his face sideways, kissed the top of her hair, and said, "Yes."

"Have I become evil..."

"You are inherently evil." He said jokingly, kissing the top of her hair with his lips.

"Say one more thing..." Qiao Weiwei stretched out her hand to push him away, pointed at his charming face, and said with a smile, raising her chin slightly, looking like a queen.

"You are evil...you are evil...you are evil..." He looked at her with a smile in his eyes, put out the cigarette butt in his hand, and said.

When she heard this, a mischievous smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and her hands suddenly attached to the private parts of his lower body, pressing hard through the cloth.

"Well..." He cried out in pain, holding her wrist tightly and stopping her movement: "Want to ruin the sexual happiness of your lower body?

"Ah...it hurts, let go!" She cried out in pain, twisting her wrists constantly, trying to break free from his restraints.

"Why should I let go, huh?"

He smiled playfully, pushed her gently with his big hand, and she lay on her back on the white sofa like a piece of paper.

One hand was still holding her wrist tightly, and the other hand was pressing her shoulder gently...

"Ah...because I am a patient!" Qiao Weiwei cried out in pain again.

"For another reason..." His burning eyes carefully burned her face, and he moved his lips ambiguously.

"Because I am weak..."
To be continued...