"No, I just want to say happy birthday to you, girl, do you have any gifts you want?"

"Brother, can you agree to me whatever I want?" Ning Meng asked nervously while holding on to the trembling heart.

"Of course, today is your birthday. What kind of gift do you want/want to have will satisfy you. Say, what do you want/want to have? Cars? Clothes? Jewelry?"

"Brother, I don't want/want to have a car, nor do I want/want to have clothes, nor do I want/want to have any jewelry. I just want you to give up your plan."

"Shit! What did you say?! Don't forget, how did our parents die!"

"But brother, I feel that I can't hold on anymore, it seems like I'm about to collapse." Liang Bo and Qiao Weiwei are so kind to her. When facing them, the guilt will always come out and torture her.

"You have to continue to collapse even if you fail! As long as you are not dead, you have to fight with me to the end! Ning Meng, you give me some ambition. OK, let me not talk about it, that's it~"

In my ears, the cold hanging sound completely shattered Ning Meng's last fantasy/silhouette towards Ning Motong.

This is how her brother looks like, and has always regarded revenge as his only belief.

After hanging up the phone, Ning Meng sighed deeply, looking at Liang Bo, Qiao Weiwei, Liang Yi, Qiu Rong, the gift they gave her, and her heart was extremely confused.

Here, Ning Meng was alone in enduring the twists and tortures of conscience. In the bedroom next door, Liang Bo and Qiao Weiwei's bedroom, it was a different scene.

On the snow-white wool carpet, Qiao Weiwei held the dice in her hand, looked at the cold and thin sitting cross-legged opposite her, and said, "Let me tell you the rules of the game. The two of us throw dice, the ones with large points are considered to win. Those who win can ask the ones who lose to do something. Don't fuck, don't lower/limit."

Liang Bo smiled gracefully, looked at the dice in her hand with interest, and said, "My ladies, come first."

As soon as Liang Bo finished speaking, Qiao Weiwei threw the dice in her hand into the small wooden square in front of them.

"Haha, six o'clock... Master Bo, you will definitely lose."

Liang Bo's face was black, kao! Is this woman so lucky?

After taking the dice, he continued to look as stable as a mountain, and threw the sieve into the small square with a calm wind.

"Haha, a little bit... Master Bo, you are so inferior!" Qiao Weiwei pointed at the dice and clapped her hands and smiled proudly.

"Say, what do you want me/do?" Liang Bo looked at Qiao Weiwei calmly and asked.

"You just go out and find a bodyguard, kiss him, tell him that you love him..."

"No, change!" he said coldly, his face gradually turning black.

"Either go/kiss/bodyguard, or wear a wig and go to the living room for a walk. You only have these two options." Qiao Weiwei raised her chin with pride, folded her hands in front of her, glanced at the cold and bob in front of her, and said.

"Do I have a third way?"

"Yes, break up with me." Qiao Weiwei said jokingly.

"You are cruel..." He smiled helplessly, got up, walked to her dressing table, picked up her waist-length wig, and carefully put it on his head.

His appearance is too charming and beautiful. Not only does such a wig not feel incongruous when worn on his head, it also adds a bit of female charm to him.

Looking at him like this, Qiao Weiwei's heart began to beat violently again.

If he was a woman, he would definitely be the type that would harm the country and the people. If he was born in ancient times, he would definitely cause all the princes in the world to rise up and take them away...

"Are you OK?"

The cold and nice voice pulled Qiao Weiwei's thoughts back.

Leng Yan smiled, she stood up, grabbed his hand, and said, "I have to go to the living room for a walk."

Liang Bo said nothing and only indulged Qiao Weiwei to pull herself out of the room.

Taking the elevator, the two of them arrived all the way to the living room.

The moment the elevator door opened, the maids who were sitting on the living room floor immediately focused their attention on the wigs inside the elevator, just like a woman's cold body.

Even if he was stared at this, his cold and thin expression was still calm and gentle.

After pulling the long hair on my head, I walked around the living room calmly and calmly, and then returned to the elevator.

It was not until the elevator door slowly closed that the maids came back to their senses...

After looking at each other, everyone started talking nonsense again.

"Master Bo is so beautiful when wearing a wig."

"But are our Master Bo crazy? He has never been crazy..."

"It looks a bit like that. Have you forgotten to take the medicine?"

After returning to the room, Liang Bo closed the door and took off his wig with a dark face.

After slapping the wig in Qiao Weiwei's hands, he conspired to smile and said, "Come on! Let's continue..."

"I don't want it..." Qiao Weiwei smiled proudly while turning her wig, then quickly walked into the bathroom and closed the door.

"..." Liang Bo stood there, shaking his lips: "Okay... woman, you are cruel enough."

Thinking about what he had just done, he really wanted to find a hole in the ground to crawl in...

From childhood to adulthood, he never thought that one day he would do such a shameful thing for a woman's words.

The next day.

Office of the President of Liangshi Group.

In the afternoon of early summer, the temperature in the office without air conditioning is a bit high.

On the record machine, there is a beautiful piano music playing, with a gentle and beautiful tune.

In front of Guangkejianren's large desk, Liang Bo browsed the accounts of the African branch while listening to music.

The atmosphere is very good.

"Lingling..."

The phone ringing sounded out of place.

After pressing his eyebrows, Liang Bo did not look up. While continuing to look at the documents, he took the landline and put it in his ear.

"President, there was a car accident downstairs. The woman who always came to find you was hit by a car/hit/... The security guards said that the woman deliberately hit someone else's car. The motorcycle hit her and ran away. Now, the security guard has called the police and has called an ambulance."

The voice of secretary Mandy on the other side of the phone made Cold Bo feel nervous.

He quickly hung up the phone, put on his coat, and quickly left the office and went downstairs...

Through the hall, he quickly ran out of the company.

As soon as he left the company, Liang Bo saw the group of people not far from the door...

He patted his forehead hard, and after he quickly walked to the crowd, he impatiently pushed away the crowd...

The picture that caught his eyes hurt his heart.

At this moment, Mu Fan was lying quietly in a pool of blood, like a rose about to wither.

"Mu Fan...Mu Fan...Wake up, don't scare me!" He quickly squatted down and Liang Bo shook Mu Fan desperately, keeping shouting/yelling.

However, no matter how he shook, Mu Fan was like a puppet and had no reaction.

He hugged her horizontally, and he rushed to his Bugatti Vehicle like crazy, opened the car door, and placed Mu Fan in the passenger seat.

After fastening her seat belt, he got on the car from the other side, stepped on the accelerator all the way, and quickly arrived at Liangshi Private Hospital...

After entering the hospital, Mu Fan was sent to the emergency room of Liang's exclusive floor exclusive floor for first aid, while Liang Bo sat uneasy outside the emergency room, smoking cigarettes constantly.

At this moment, his heart was extremely confused.

The woman he once loved deeply was lying in the emergency room, life and death were uncertain.

Moreover, the security guard also said that she had hit the car on purpose.

Why, is she going to commit suicide?

Half an hour of waiting is as long as half a century.

Half an hour later, the first aid light suddenly went out.

The door of the emergency room opened slowly.

Seeing this, Liang Bo immediately threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, quickly walked to the door of the emergency room, looked at the doctor who walked out first, and said, "How is it?"

"It's nothing serious. I didn't hurt my internal organs, but I'm just a severe fracture in my left leg. I'm afraid that this little lady will have to rely on a wheelchair and crutches in the past few months." The doctor said while untiing her mask.

When Liang Bo heard this, a hanging heart finally fell back into the distance.

As soon as the doctor finished speaking, the nurses carefully pushed Mu Fan out.

At this moment, she was still in a state of drowsiness.

After pushing Mufan into the ordinary ward and hanging her up with water, the nurses left.

In the huge ward, only Liang Bo and Mu Fan were left.

Sitting quietly on the sickbed, Liang Bo frowned and looked at Mu Fan's left leg hanging in the air with a cast. His heart hurt again.

Half an hour later, Mu Fan, whose anesthesia gradually faded, slowly opened his eyes.

Seeing Liang Bo looking at his left leg with a distressed look, Mu Fan felt happy.

The bitter meat scheme is always the most effective for cold and thin.

But, the legs hurt so much.
To be continued...