"Dr. Jeremy said that according to the information, Miss Qiao's condition is still very optimistic, and she should be able to recover through nerve repair surgery, but the specific details will not be determined until another detailed examination." Ning Mo Tong said.

The word 'optimistic' makes Liang Bo's heart happy.

A cold and gloomy face, with a layer of joy,

"Well, it's hard work, you can go back to the company." He slowly raised his eyes, looked at Ning Motong, and said.

"Yes!" As he spoke, Ning Motong bowed respectfully to Liang Bo, glanced at Ning Meng beside him, and walked out of the villa quickly.

"Clang......" The sound of the door pulling Qiao Weiwei back from her sleep.

He opened his eyes, yawned, and moved.

"Sister Weiwei, you're awake." Seeing this, Ning Meng immediately stepped forward and helped her up.

With Ning Meng's help, she squirmed and sat down on the sofa tiredly.

Then, he folded the cool dark blue coat on his body and set it aside.

His eyes swept around, and then fixed on Liang Bo, who was quietly smoking a cigarette on the other side.

In the smoke, the two looked at each other, but they both had different expressions.

He seemed calm, but she was cold.

"Ning Meng. I'm hungry, do I have anything to eat? She turned her head, looked at Ning Meng, who was thin and weak beside her, and said.

"I'll go to the kitchen to see what ingredients are ......available," she said, Ning Meng quickly turned around and ran towards the kitchen.

After Ning Meng entered the kitchen, the atmosphere in the living room was quiet to a certain level of silence.

"Dr. Jeremy from the Fifth Neurosurgery Hospital has read your information, and he said that your condition is very optimistic, and you should be able to recover through nerve repair surgery, but you still need to do a detailed examination to make a conclusion." He bent down and gracefully extinguished the cigarette butt, breaking the silence first.

His words made her empty eyes a little brighter.

"Give me the cigarette." She frowned at the white mist of cigarettes curling from his fingertips, and said.

"......," he got up silently, walked up to her, brought the remaining half of his cigarette to her, and then, sitting down, his long arms naturally wrapped around her waist.

The slender fingers naturally held the cigarette, took a hard puff, turned his head, and quietly spat the smoke ring at his alluring face.

He closed his eyes, greedily breathed in the thin smoke pouring out of her mouth, and then slowly opened his eyes, put her hair to the tip of his nose and sniffed, raised his sword eyebrows, and said, "Still angry with me?" ”

"Angry with you? I'm just a person who doesn't even deserve to die, so what right do I have to be angry with you? She looked at him indifferently, brought the cigarette to her lips again, and took a deep breath.

Nicotine anesthetizes the nerves and slightly relieves the irritability and depression in the body.

"Woman, don't talk to me in this tone!" The slender and slightly cool fingertips gently lifted her chin, stared at her, and opened her mouth coldly.

The tone is still resolute and no one can object.

"You accompany me here, does your wife Sun Xiaoran know what to do? Have you said hello to her? She continued to sneer, but her eyes involuntarily turned red again.

Thinking of his maintenance of Sun Xiaoran, her heart was uncomfortable.

She doesn't like him being nice to other women, and she doesn't like him defending other women.

What's more, that woman is the one who hurt her!

"That's not it! Don't talk to me like that! Glaring at her pale face, he commanded again.

"What? Dislike? If you don't like it, then go back to China and find your little wife! She snorted again, gently pinning her face to the side, no longer looking at his cold face.

Her words made his heart chill.

Ice eyes, in an instant, gathered all the light.

He frowned, let go of her coldly, got up, and strode out of the door.

"Bang!" The deafening sound of the door made her heart tremble.

She came back to her senses, looked in the direction he was leaving, sniffed, but didn't speak.

The whole person is still irritable to the extreme.

“Shit！” She scolded, casually tossing aside the cigarette butt that was about to burn to her fingertips.

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It's late at night.

Winter nights in New York are cold.

The bitter cold wind swept down the goose-feather snow, covering the night of drunkenness in a snow-white veil.

The European-style pastoral style interior is brightly lit and looks like daytime.

Qiao Weiwei, who was dressed in a snow-white silk nightdress, blended in with the snow-white bed.

The whistling of the north wind, the rustle of the branches, all of it made her sleepless.

Struggling to sit up, he grabbed a pillow, leaned back at the head of the bed, and glanced at the pink floral wall clock on the wall, the hour and minute hands overlapping exactly at twelve.

It's twelve o'clock, and he hasn't come back yet......

After a long sigh, he casually picked up the fashion magazine on the bedside table and flipped through it.

In the magazine, the young and beautiful model caught her eye, and her fingers involuntarily rested on the model's slender and straight legs.

How she envied the model's healthy and beautiful appearance.

Can her legs really recover?

She was really upset.

"Click...... After a non-light and heavy push on the door, a strong smell of wine came to the nostrils.

Yu Guang glanced at the doorway, which was holding the door frame with one hand, drunk, and shaky, but did not speak.

Seeing her indifferent appearance, he smiled bitterly and stretched out his hand, stroked the hair that had fallen from his forehead to the curl, and then hobbled towards her.

Reaching out, he took the magazine in her hand, looked at it, and then tossed it aside.

He looked at her condescendingly, cupped her cheeks with both hands, and said helplessly but sadly: "Woman, don't always be so indifferent to me, I don't owe you, am I not good enough for you?" ”

"Yes, you are good enough for me to shield my murderer...... Also, she is the wife you are marrying, and I am a disgraceful junior, and people are still pregnant with your child, what do I have? Hehe......" Facing his drunken eyes, she lifted her chin proudly, stared at a handsome face above her head, and moved her lips.

The hand holding her cheek, little by little, hearing what she said, he really wanted to tear this face apart directly, but he couldn't do it at all.

After all, he just raised his eyebrows helplessly, shook his dizzy head, and said, "One day you will understand who I am doing this for." ”

"You're just doing this for yourself......" she snorted coldly again, and her heart throbbed.