When Liang Bo pushed the door open, Qiao Weiwei had just pulled out of a pile of documents and was slowly stirring the coffee. The snow-white curtains behind her were rising and falling like waves in the wind...

At this moment, she was wearing a royal blue silk shirt, a white high-waisted slim skirt, and her long hair was tied behind her head, looking clean and neat...

When she heard the sound of the door, she raised her head and saw the cold and thin movements of stirring coffee frozen, and a little surprised flashed in her eyes.

Before she could speak, Liang Bo walked straight to her.

"Why are you here... When did you come back?" She raised her head, looked at him with a smile, and said.

"Just just now, I got off the plane and came here directly..."

"Are you tired? Do you want to go into the lounge to rest?" Qiao Weiwei asked.

A glimmer flashed in his eyes and said, "Are you caring about me now?"

"What about that?"

"Okay..." As he said that, Liang Bo stood up naturally, pushed open the white carved door in the office, and entered the lounge.

He slept until the evening.

After finishing the last job on hand, Qiao Weiwei pinched her eyebrows tiredly, arranged a lot of documents in front of her neatly, and then stood up and opened the curtains.

The sunset coats the forest cast by reinforced concrete with a light golden color.

The street lights turned on early, and from her perspective, they looked like a few giant dragons with fangs and claws.

The buildings opposite were also covered in golden clothes, like bright and charming women.

The door of the lounge opened slowly, and the clothes were washed so refreshingly that it was cold and thin. He surrounded his lower body with a bath towel and walked out on his slippers...

With a golden ratio, excellent figure, beautiful face, strong aura, and super high value, no matter which woman sees such a top-notch man, he will be full of joy.

He quickly walked to her office chair, folded his legs, sat down, and said, "Woman, go buy me a set of clothes."

"Okay..." Qiao Weiwei went out...

After going downstairs, Qiao Weiwei drove her Lamborghini directly into the traffic, and then ran all the way to the Armani store.

With the interweaving of light and shadow, a face with a light makeup appears tired.

At this moment, the city is full of wine and lights everywhere, and the music and music are gentle.

Of course, the traffic is also frighteningly congested.

Her fingers were lit at will on the steering wheel, leaning against the backrest, her brows were locked, and her ears were full of harsh whistles.

It has been blocked for an hour, and it seems that it still needs to be blocked.

The sky has changed from gray to ink...

"shit!" Qiao Weiwei cursed in a low voice and began to honk the horn impatiently.

It took about five minutes before the car in front began to move slowly.

In helplessness, Qiao Weiwei turned the car and decided to take the small path. Although she was around, narrow, and dark, she didn't have to wait here at least. She hated waiting the most...

The car was unobstructed when it got on the road. Qiao Weiwei breathed a sigh of relief, pressed the convertible, and let the night wind blow her hair freely.

"Bang..." A black object falling from the sky hit the front of her car heavily, and bright red liquid splattered on the glass that could be seen by the light, and her shattered face...

Qiao Weiwei only felt her brain "buzz..." and it was blank...

The smell of blood spreads between her breath...
Chapter completed!