"You/sleep first, I'll go see that boy Ou Xiangbei." Liang Bo did not respond to Qiao Weiwei's words, but directly took his phone and got off the chang.

"You two are really good/Gi/Friends will be together for the rest of your life. You go and come back early." Qiao Weiwei reminded her half-jokingly.

"Well, you go to bed early, don't think I can't sleep as much as I think. If that happens, I will feel guilty." Liang Bo reached out and stroked her hair, with a spoiled look and a gentle tone.

Qiao Weiwei smiled faintly, picked up a snow-white pillow, hit his Yuefubu and said, "It's smelly/no/want/face/, who misses you?"

"You..." He gently took the pillow in her hand, then stuffed it back into her arms, and said playfully.

"I don't bother with you, please slow down/drive."

"As for orders, Bao/Bei." He raised his eyebrows, and the warm fingertips carefully depicted her lips, and a hint of hook/person/soul/soul/sight flowed in his ink eyes.

After changing his clothes, Liang Bo drove the car and left Mengyuan.

At the door of Ou Xiangbei's house, the dazzling Bugatti Vihang stopped steadily.

The dark street lights make Bugatti Viaduct look particularly dazzling and noble.

In the floating carriage, Liang Bo threw a cigarette that was about to burn out between his fingers out of the window, and then got out of the car.

When he walked to the door and looked at the brightly lit villa, he gently rang the doorbell.

After pressing for a long time, Ou Xiangbei came out and opened the door.

Looking at Ou Xiangbei, who was standing in the door and smelling of alcohol, Liang Bo frowned unhappily: "I knew you must be drinking at home."

"Hehe, have you heard about me?" Ou Xiangbei staggered out of the door, naturally put his arm on Liang Bo's shoulders, and said shakingly.

The strong smell of alcohol came to his nose. Liang Bo pushed Ou Xiangbei's arm away in disgust, took a step back, and glanced at his slightly red face under the street light, saying, "Well, I'm afraid you will die of drinking, so I'll see you."

Although Ou Xiangbei drank a lot, his mind was still clear and the cold words made him feel warm.

After a long burp, he smiled and said, "Let's go, let's go inside and say it's cold outside."

After saying that, Ou Xiangbei turned around, took a big step into the door with his long legs, and suddenly felt dizzy on his head. When he was about to fall to the ground, Liang Boyan quickly supported him with quick hands.

After entering the door, after changing into the slippers, Liang Bo helped Ou Xiangbei to the sofa in the living room, and sat down face to face.

Looking at the empty wine bottles with different postures on the coffee table, the cold and thin legs overlapped, and said, "You kid, don't have your life?"

"Zhou Chuyu is going to marry someone else. What's the use of my life? I feel like I'm thrown into the endless desert now. I'm so desperate. From the time we divorced last winter to now, there's no moment that we can be more desperate than now."

Ou Xiangbei was unable to lean against the backrest and said softly, the bitter smile at the corner of his mouth became deeper and deeper, his eyes, like leaves in late autumn, had lost all their colors.

"I think she is determined not to be with you anymore. You really hurt her too deeply..." Liang Boyu said earnestly, with a very serious face.

"Haha, yes, she completely gave up on me. But I could feel that her love for me had not changed at all. I could feel it from the way she looked at me." At this point, Ou Xiangbei sighed irritably.

"What are you going to do now?" Liang Bo raised his eyebrows and asked.

"As long as she hasn't married Su Qingcheng, I have a chance. This year is the 11th year that the two of us have met. I really don't want to give up after such a long relationship."

The appearance of Ou Xiangbei made Liang Bo feel sad.

He understood Ou Xiangbei's current mood. When he thought he was about to lose Qiao Weiwei, he was not the same.

Looking at Ou Xiangbei, Liang Bo didn't know what to say to comfort him.

At this moment, I am afraid that any comfort will appear pale and powerless.

"You handled Mu Fan very well, so you should do that. When dealing with feelings, you should be wholeheartedly devoted. People who step on two/boats will die quickly. Do you know? I really hope that time can go back and hope that the time travel mentioned on TV will become reality."

Moving his heavy head, Ou Xiangbei shakingly picked up half a cup of foreign wine from the coffee table and drank it all in one go.

Tears flowed slowly along the corners of his eyes.

When he thought of Zhou Chuyu, his heart would sting.

I want to use alcohol to temporarily numb my nerves so that I can temporarily forget Zhou Chuyu and make my heart feel better, but I can't.

Others are getting more confused as they drink, why are they becoming more and more awake as they drink.

Ou Xiangbei smiled bitterly, and when Gu reached out to get another bottle of foreign wine, Liang Bo snatched the wine before him and placed it at his feet.

"Europe is heading north and drinking to drown sorrow is never the best way to solve problems."

"Haha...I know too, but if there is no alcohol numbness, I'm afraid I will feel heartbroken to death."

To this day, whenever Zhou Chuyu saw the scene of him embracing Chen Yiluo with his own eyes, he turned around and left in despair, he wanted to kill himself with his own hands.

If he knew how to cherish his at that time, then he would not have the heartache and regret that he is now.

"Ou Xiangbei... go to sleep for a while." Liang Bo frowned and said, looking at Ou Xiangbei.

"I'm afraid I'm going to sleepless again tonight. If it were me who accompanied Chu Yu to the construction site, then Su Qingcheng would not be the one who blocked her knife. Then, she would not have agreed to marry Su Qingcheng in a hurry. Why did I have to work in the hospital at that time? Why!" His clenched fists hit his legs hard, and Ou Xiangbei was full of words and words.

"Stop thinking about these useless things, things have happened, right?" Liang Bo whispered, the word "chuan" between his eyebrows becoming more and more profound.

"It seems that I have to ask my mother for help. For the sake of the present plan, if I want to stop Chu Yu from marrying Su Qingcheng, I can only use the dog/blood method my mother said before..." Ou Xiangbeidao.

"What's the solution?" Liang Bo raised his eyebrows curiously and asked.

"Let my mother pretend to be cancer, and then told Chu Yu that her last wish was to remarry Chu Yu..." Ou Xiangbeidao.

"I wish you success" Liang Bo said lightly.

On this side, the atmosphere of Ou Xiangbei Family is heavy, dull and depressing, but on the other side, the Liangyi Family is just the opposite...

Cool apartment, living room.

"Brother Yi, you see that there is a scene in this script, where the male and female protagonists kiss, hug, make a small person..." On the sofa, Qiu Rong pointed to the content of the middle page of the script "If You Are Good" and said to the coldness around her who was focusing on watching the military channel.

A little face is very popular because of the kiss/kit scenes described in the script and the creation scenes.

Liang Yi turned his face, reached out and touched her small nose, looked at her slightly red face, and said, "Well, what's wrong?"

"At that time, will we really be like this and that in front of so many people?" Qiu Rong lowered her head and said in a low voice, her little face becoming more rosy and cute.

What a pure little girl.

Liang Yi smiled awkwardly, rubbed her hair on the back of her hand and said, "Well, yes, if you can't accept it, then you can use a substitute for your scene when filming that scene, and then borrow it at that time."

When Qiu Rong heard this, her head immediately shook like a rattle, pouting her mouth, smiling and gentle eyes at the cold and smiling eyes, and said, "Tsk, I won't! If you use a stunt actor, don't you have to go with someone else's one? No, absolutely not this one!"

Looking at Qiu Rong's cute appearance, the corners of her cool mouth unconsciously raised a perfect curve.

This cute little girl is really his pistachio.

"You, little girl, I don't think you have eaten much at night. Now you are hungry/are you hungry?" Liang Yi asked considerately.

"I/Hungry..." Qiu Rong nodded firmly.

"Then what do you want to eat?"

"I want to eat... French fries, potato chips, I also want to eat hamburgers, octopus meatballs, tinned squids, fried skewers, spicy hotpot, spicy rice noodles..." She counted her fingers happily and said to her favorite junk food.

"Can you say something that is not that trash?" Liang Yi looked dark.

This girl has learned a little bad after coming to China. She eats nonsense every day and knows what junk food is.

The cool words instantly extinguish Qiu Rong's fantasy of delicious food.

She softened her hair in a cowardly manner, looked at the coolness and said, "Then I have nothing to think about/eat."

"Ah... I remembered it, I wanted to eat it!" Qiu Rong smiled foolishly, her pure eyes kept flowing on her cool and beautiful lips.

"What?" Liang Yi asked.

"It's this..." As he said that, Qiu Rong pouted and kissed her cool lips.

Still, it's just a simple four-lip/photo/sticking.

The fragrant breath of the young girl spreads through her nose. The coldness hurriedly reached out and pushed Qiurong away. She coughed awkwardly, gently scraped her delicate nose bridge and said, "You little girl."

Qiu Rong narrowed her eyes and smiled, and her eyes instantly turned into a cute crescent moon.

The cute little pear nest at the corner of her mouth and the two playful little tiger teeth in her mouth make her look even more childish.

"Hehehe. Brother Yi, steal/attack/successful." Qiu Rong said proudly.

After saying that, Qiurong leaned against Liang Yi again, leaned his head against Liang Yi's shoulder, and said coquettishly: "Brother Yi, are you free tomorrow?"

"I will be very busy all day tomorrow. I have to go to several TV stations for interviews, and there is an advertisement to shoot." Liang Yi said.

"Well... I want to ask you to go out for a walk with me tomorrow. It just so happens that I don't have to go to a performance class tomorrow." Qiu Rong said disappointed.

"Tomorrow is just Saturday, go and play with Ning Meng."

"Yeah, a good idea!" Qiu Rong nodded, and a smile spread out from the corner of her mouth.

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The next day.

lt;floating gt;coffee.
Chapter completed!