"That's you...... I wonder if the hospital needs to be quiet...... If you sing so loudly, aren't you afraid that the nurse will send you to the spirit/spirit/hospital/hospital? Zhou Chuyu looked at Ou Xiangbeidao.

Then Zhou Chuyu walked up to the two of them again, took the tonic in Liangyi's hand, and the food in Ou Xiangbei's hand, and stacked them on the bedside table.

Then Zhou Chuyu directly threw the lily sent by Sun Xiaoran into the trash can at his feet.

"Do you know how to appreciate it, can my singing voice directly throw Wang Feng a few streets?" Ou Xiangbei walked directly to the sofa next to Qiao Weiwei's bed and sat down, and said shamelessly.

"Poof......" Ou Xiangbei's words made Qiao Weiwei, who was originally extremely uncomfortable in her heart, couldn't help but laugh. No, what are you doing with such a beautiful flower? Ou Xiangbei pointed to the flowers in the trash can, and then, taking out a tissue on the bedside table, wiped the tears on Qiao Weiwei's eyelashes, and said.

"You think it's good-looking, Weiwei doesn't think it's good-looking." Zhou Chuyu said.

"Sister-in-law, what do you think? Do you feel uncomfortable in any way? Liang Yi took elegant steps, walked to Ou Xiangbei's side, sat on the armrest of the sofa, and looked at Qiao Weiwei with a little pity in her eyes.

"Nothing uncomfortable." Qiao Weiwei looked at the disguised gentle coolness and said.

"Weiwei, there are xiaolongbao, chicken soup, hot milk, and pork ribs, can you eat some?" Zhou Chuyu stood in front of the bedside table, looked at the food in the bag, and said.

"I don't even want to eat ......," Qiao Weiwei said.

"We are here to bring you food on the order of Liang Bo, how much can you give some face......" Ou Xiangbei looked at Qiao Weiwei and said.

"Yes, sister-in-law, Brother Xiang Bei is still on the phone, and he swore a poisonous oath to my brother, saying that he will definitely find a way for you to eat all of these, otherwise he will commit suicide by caesarean section." Liangyi moved his lips, looked at Qiao Weiwei, and said.

Qiao Weiwei's face was black.

Zhou Chuyu held the hot milk that had been opened, walked to Qiao Weiwei's side, glanced at Ou Xiangbei, put the milk jug in Qiao Weiwei's hand, and said, "If you don't want to eat anything else, just drink some milk, just drink it as water." ”

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"What? You say, my mom was killed by Jovey? In the roaring helicopter, Qiao Jasmine looked at the woman who was concentrating on piloting the plane with a silver butterfly mask on the side, and burst into tears......

His hands, clenched into fists because of distress and anger, trembled constantly.

"Uh-huh...... I saw it with my own eyes. I saw with my own eyes that after Qiao Weiwei woke up, she directly shot your mother in the head with a gun in the ward, and in order to protect her, Liang Bo also released her words to the outside world saying that your mother is not in good health and went abroad to recuperate...... "The woman's eyes under the silver mask are empty and cold.

"How did you see this ......"

"Because I'm always paying attention to Jovia's movements." The woman continued to make up lies to Joe Jasmine.

"Qiao Weiwei, how can you ...... How can you! "Fist, slamming into the glass of the plane next to him......

It hurts, but it's less than one-ten-thousandth of her heartache.

Intense hatred roamed in her heart.

No wonder no one answered her mother's phone calls.

It turned out that Qiao Weiwei had already killed her......

Qiao Weiwei, Qiao Weiwei with a heart like a femme fatale.

"And your mother's death was particularly miserable, with a burst of brains and blood all over her face, and t......sk," the woman continued......

The woman's words undoubtedly added another bucket of gasoline to the fire in Qiao Jasmine's heart.

"Ahh Jovivi! Jo Jasmine slapped her thigh hard, screaming and roaring, and the bruises on her neck bulged.

A face, flushed with anger.

"You still don't want to be angry, it's useless to be angry, you have Liang Bo to protect her, you can't help her at all, even if you know that your mother was killed by her, you don't have a problem...... Is it possible, are you still going to kill her? Don't be silly. The woman continued to speak......

"Hmph...... Hum...... Hum...... Who said I couldn't help her...... How dare she kill my mother...... So good, I'll die with her...... Big deal, let's die together! Qiao Jasmine gritted the roots of her teeth, and tears rolled down like beads with broken threads.

Her heart hurts, and she almost suffocates from the pain.

She had never been so painful, and she never thought that her mother would leave her because of Qiao Weiwei......

Qiao Weiwei, the nemesis of her Qiao Jasmine's life, she hates, really, really hates.

She leaned against the floppy backrest, closed her eyes, and bit her lower lip with her teeth, and the strong smell of blood spread in her mouth......

"You can't lie to me, do you?" Qiao Jasmine said again, but she didn't open her eyes, and her voice was hoarse.

"If you think I'm lying to you, then when we return to China, you can go to your mother yourself, and see if you can find it."

“……”

Joe Jasmine stopped talking.

The woman triumphantly curled the corners of her lips and smiled treacherously.

She knew that Qiao Jasmine, a fool, would definitely kill Qiao Weiwei with her own hands......

Thinking that she could borrow someone else's hand to completely get rid of Qiao Weiwei, she felt a sense of pride in her heart.

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It's night.

The wind was blowing, the rain was pouring down, and the lightning was thundering.

An oppressive, dreary atmosphere envelops the city in an airtight atmosphere.

On the snow-white hospital bed, Qiao Weiwei fell asleep shallowly.

The dazzling lightning made the whole space flicker and brighten.

In the hallway, a sound of footsteps crept into the room......

The ......door was slowly pushed open.

This voice made Qiao Weiwei, who was in a light sleep, gradually wake up.

She let out a long sigh of irritation and turned her head to look at the door.

Through the dim light of the corridor and the lightning in the room, Qiao Weiwei could see the appearance of the comer.

It's Joe Jasmine......

Qiao Weiwei immediately grabbed the remote control at the head of the bed and pressed it.

The whole space turns from dark to light.

The sudden brightness made Qiao Weiwei blink uncomfortably.

Then she got up slowly, looked at Jasmine Joe who was standing at the door, looking at her motionlessly, and said coldly, "Jasmine Joe...... Do you dare to come...... Why, did you come to die? ”

Is she still taking the initiative to send it to the door now......

Looking at Qiao Jasmine, the anger in Qiao Weiwei's heart rose again.

Qiao Jasmine snorted coldly, folded her hands on her chest, carried the Hermes limited edition rose red bag, closed the door, and walked towards Qiao Weiwei's hospital bed step by step.

"Click...... Click...... The sound of footsteps ...... not light or heavy, like a bell from hell.