"It's okay, no need. I'm much better now. I'll be fine in a while." Qiao Weiwei grabbed Zhou Chuyu's hand and stopped her.

She didn't want to trouble others with this little problem.

Zhou Chuyu put his hand on Qiao Weiwei's belly and kept rubbing her, saying: "How about you wait for me, I'll change clothes, and I'll accompany you to the hospital."

My cramped stomach suddenly no longer hurts.

Qiao Weiwei sat up straight and said, "Look, it's okay... It's been like this lately. It hurts for a while and then it gets better on its own."

"You, you really should go to the hospital for a good check-up." Zhou Chuyu breathed a sigh of relief, patted Qiao Weiwei on the shoulder and said.

"What a big deal, no need." Qiao Weiwei smiled slightly and said, "Sister Chu Yu, stand up and let me take a look at your wedding dress."

Zhou Chuyu stood up with a smile...

The tube top design just revealed her perfect butterfly collarbone.

The tight and slim design of the upper body highlights her perfect breasts and waistline.

The fluffy and elongated design of the lower body makes her figure more slender.

"We should really ask Ou Xiangbei to come and take a look. It's so beautiful." Qiao Weiwei took out her mobile phone and took three photos of Zhou Chuyu in a row and said.

"Really? If it looks good, that's it." After saying that, Zhou Chuyu turned around and said to the waiter beside him: "How much does this one cost? That's it."

"This wedding dress is made by S, a famous designer in Paris, France. It is the only one in the world and costs 10,000." The waiter knelt down and straightened the hem of Zhou Chuyu's skirt and said.

"Okay, just wrap it up." Zhou Chuyu said lightly, without even blinking.

The waiter looked at Zhou Chuyu and immediately felt envious.

Waiters like them can't afford such a wedding dress even if they earn a lifetime.

This is the gap between rich and poor.

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After buying wedding dresses with Zhou Chuyu, Qiao Weiwei and Zhou Chuyu came to Luyin Pavilion Western Restaurant.

In the magnificent private room, a faint fragrance floats.

The two of them had already ordered red wine and were just waiting for Ou Xiangbei and Liang Bo to arrive.

A well-dressed waiter stood at the door with a smile.

"Why don't you come? I'm so hungry that my chest is touching my back." Qiao Weiwei complained.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a burst of chaotic footsteps in the corridor, mixed with Ou Xiangbei's lazy voice: "Brother, I'm getting married next month, how much red envelope are you going to give..."

"Waiter, serve the food." Zhou Chuyu said to the waiter with a smile.

Immediately afterwards, the door was pushed open, and Liang Bo and Ou Xiangbei walked into the private room one after the other.

"How much do you want?" Liang Bo glanced at Ou Xiangbei, walked to Qiao Weiwei and sat down, stretched out his long arm, put his arm around Qiao Weiwei's waist, and asked.

Ou Xiangbei walked over to Zhou Chuyu and sat down, lit a cigarette, crossed his legs, lazily leaned on the backrest, and said: "Two hundred million is not too much, and one hundred million is not too little."

"Chu Yu, are you really prepared to leave your lifelong happiness to this lunatic next to you?" Liang Bo leaned on the backrest, playing with Qiao Weiwei's hair with one hand, raising his chin towards Ou Xiangbei, looking at Zhou Chuyu, and said.

"Ahem..." As soon as he finished speaking, Ou Xiangbei choked on the cigarette and coughed lightly. He looked at Liang Bo with a black line on his face and said, "I'm crazy. I'm very fine."

"What's wrong with you? Why didn't I see it? I think it's time for you to take medicine." Qiao Weiwei helped.

The three of them said something to each other, which made Zhou Chuyu burst into laughter.

"I'm handsome, rich, and humorous. What's wrong with me? Liang Bo, are you jealous or jealous..." Under the table, Ou Xiangbei took Zhou Chuyu's hand and said.

He only held it lightly, and Zhou Chuyu felt a stream of heat flow from his palms all the way into his heart, making it warm.

"..." Liangbo had a dark look on his face and stopped talking to Ou Xiangbei, just thinking that he was a psychopath.

The door was slowly pushed open, and the waiter walked in with a spotless dining cart, placed a variety of exquisite food on the table, poured a glass of red wine for each of them, and then stepped aside.

"Sister Chu Yu, Xiangbei, congratulations to you, I wish you two a happy marriage, eternal love, and a happy marriage for a hundred years..." Qiao Weiwei raised her wine glass and said.

"thanks, thanks……"

The four of them clinked glasses together...

"Liangbo, buddy, I'm about to get married, what about you? When are you going to get ready?" Ou Xiangbei shook his wine glass and looked at Liangbo and Qiao Weiwei, who were elegantly slicing steaks across from them.

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of both people changed.

"This depends on Weiwei..." As he said this, Liangbo put down the knife and fork in his hand and looked at Qiao Weiwei playfully.

"..." Qiao Weiwei remained silent.

Marriage? Qiao Weiwei has never thought about it.

She and Liangbo were just a business deal, just a show for the occasion, so how could there be a marriage?

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After meal.

The four soldiers were divided into three groups, each going back to his home.

In the baroque-style bedroom, Qiao Weiwei and Liang Bo took a bath and went to bed together...

Liangbo turned sideways, placed one hand on Qiao Weiwei's chest, and rubbed it gently through the snow-white silk nightgown...

On his body, the faint smell of shower gel hit his nostrils, refreshing...

"Have you ever thought about having a marriage?" Warm eyes were flowing on her face, with a bit of probing in them, as if he wanted to see through her.

Qiao Weiwei turned sideways, put one hand through his armpit, hugged his waist, and said: "I have thought about it. When the day you are willing to let me go, I will also have a vigorous love affair and find someone I like.

Get married, have a cute baby, and live the most ordinary life."

She looked at him and exhaled like a blue breath.

Her words made his eyes suddenly turn cold.

He narrowed his icy eyes and looked at her. The hand that was squeezing her chest stopped, moved his thin lips, and said, "What if I never let you go?"

"Impossible..." Qiao Weiwei looked at him, smiling a little stiffly.

How can it be……

"Woman...you are mine..." He turned over and pressed her down.

The hot lips pressed down, and the tongue went straight in.

His hands reached under her skirt with ease, and gently entered her depths...

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