"..." That Qingcheng's face suddenly darkened when she heard the word "Mu Fan". Liang Bo didn't say anything, only looked at Ou Xiangbei coldly...

That look in his eyes made Ou Xiangbei shiver.

"Okay, okay, I won't mention it... just don't mention it, what are you so anxious about?" Ou Xiangbei held the railing with both hands, his eyes fixed on the dancing figure on the dance floor downstairs...

Liang Bo followed Ou Xiangbei's gaze and saw Zhou Chuyu waltzing intimately with Su Qingcheng...

"What's the background of this boy named Su Qingcheng? I've never heard Chu Yu mention it... He's grown up so many times, but he still has the nerve to pick up girls here..." Ou Xiangbei's tone was obviously a little sour.

"No way...you have done more than him." Liangbo said slowly, and then walked downstairs with his long legs without looking back.

"Is this your way of retaliating against me for disturbing your good things? I'm obviously very handsome, okay..."

"..."

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Downstairs, Qiao Weiwei was already tipsy after dealing with a circle of people.

She dislikes such occasions the most, wearing gorgeous clothes and hypocritical masks, dealing with a group of people who are as hypocritical as her...

At this moment, she was sitting on the sofa, drinking orange juice with Zhou Chuyu.

The two exquisite goblets touched lightly, making a crisp and sweet sound. The orange-yellow liquid in the glass reflected dazzling light.

"Sister Chu Yu, what does Su Qingcheng do? Is he your suitor?" After a sip of orange juice, Qiao Weiwei leaned lazily on the sofa, supporting her heavy head with one hand, looking not far away.

Su Qingcheng asked as he put various pastries on the white porcelain plate in his hand.

"He's just a new director I discovered, a very talented person." Zhou Chuyu elegantly placed the wine glass on the crystal coffee table in front of him, glanced at Su Qingcheng casually, and said.

"He looks pretty good."

"Two beauties, let's have some snacks." Su Qingcheng bent down gracefully, gently put down the plate filled with snacks, then sat naturally next to Zhou Chuyu, picked up a piece of delicate chocolate chip cookie, and placed it in front of Zhou Chuyu.

On the empty plate, he said: "Don't you like to eat this..."

Su Qingcheng's eyes clearly showed deep love when he looked at Zhou Chuyu.

Zhou Chuyu was fascinated by the authorities, but Qiao Weiwei, a bystander, saw everything clearly in an instant.

In fact, compared to the bohemian Ou Xiangbei, perhaps the gentle and elegant Su Qingcheng is more suitable for Zhou Chuyu.

There was a sudden blackness in front of her eyes. Qiao Weiwei stood up, inserted her fingers into her hair and rubbed it continuously, and said: "Sister Chu Yu, Qingcheng, you guys chat first, I have a headache, so I went out to drink some wine."

"Shall I accompany you?" Zhou Chuyu stood up quickly, supported Qiao Weiwei, and asked with concern.

"No, I can do it by myself, it's okay. I'll be at the door." Qiao Weiwei smiled lightly, turned around and walked towards the door.

Walking out of the hall, the cool evening breeze blows in your face, making you feel refreshed instantly.

Behind him, the sound of slow footsteps reached his ears, and then a black figure was reflected...

Qiao Weiwei thought it was Liangbo...

I turned around, but there was no one there...

She was so drunk that her ears and eyes actually lied to her.

After coming back to his senses, he was just about to go down the steps when he saw Liang Bo coming from a distance.

"No matter who betrays me, there is only one fate, and that is death! Remember, clean up. I will go back to New York tomorrow. Okay, Mo Tong, that's it." Under the steps, Liang Bo was lowering his head and typing.

Holding the phone while walking up.

At this moment, his eyes were cold and cold, like Satan's, and the murderous aura on his body made people shudder.

Is he instructing others to kill people?

The moment their eyes met, she immediately felt creepy.

Seeing her, he hung up the phone and approached her, the thousand-year-old ice on his face gradually melting.

He naturally put his arms around her slender willow waist. The smell of alcohol that hit his nostrils made him frown. He moved his lips and asked, "Did you drink a lot?"

"Just...just now, were you...instructing others to kill someone?" Qiao Weiwei turned around and asked.

"Woman, don't ask about things you shouldn't ask about..." He gently pinched her chin and said expressionlessly, his dark eyes like the bottomless sea.

The wind picked up a corner of his shirt, and the faint smell of tobacco hit his nostrils...

"Oh..." She turned away.

"I have to go to New York tomorrow. Do you think, before that, should we finish the things we haven't done before?" Hands restlessly wrapped around her plump breasts...
Chapter completed!