"I haven't seen you for more than half a month, don't think I have it? Parrot? Liang Yi supported the wall with one hand, encircled her in his arms, changed the warmth in front of Liang Bo just now, and regained the dangerous aura of his body, and the strong smell of red wine in his mouth was scattered on her cheeks.

At this moment, the posture of the two people should be more ambiguous and ambiguous.

Qiao Weiwei leaned against the wall, the corners of her mouth rose coldly, looking at his angular and cold face, and said: "One moment warm as jade, and the next time dangerous and cold, you are really good at acting, you are simply a two-faced person, which one is the real you?" You must not be as simple as Liang Bo thought, right? What exactly do you do? ”

His eyes tightened, his slender ten fingers gently lifted her chin, raised his sword eyebrows, and said, "Woman, knowing too much is not necessarily a good thing for you." ”

"Oh?" A hint of disdain flashed in her eyes, and she still maintained a cold smile, not intimidated by his aura in the slightest.

"A wise parrot should know what to inquire about, what not to ask, what to say and what not to say...... Do you understand what I'm saying? You'd better erase the events of that night from my mind completely, or ...... Some of the ways to deal with you are ......"

His tone was obviously light and breezy, with almost no emotional fluctuations, but it made Qiao Weiwei's heart suddenly shake!

"Hmph...... Do you think I, Jovivi, am scared? Listen, I don't care what you are doing or what your real identity is, as long as you don't do anything to hurt Bo Ye, I naturally won't talk much, but if I know what you have done that is not good for him, my mouth will not have a door. "Qiao Weiwei, who is used to seeing strong winds and waves, where will she be frightened by his words, she is a proud peacock, how can she be timid because of his few words?!

"Parrot, have you watched too many movies, or too many novels? That's my brother by blood, how could I do something to hurt him? His other hand landed on the wall on the side of her arm, arching and trapping her, his dangerous gaze looking up and down her face.

"That's the best!" Qiao Weiwei patted him on the shoulder, pushed him away, took elegant steps, turned away, and did not forget to look back at him after the last moment, and dropped a sentence "Also, don't call me a parrot!" ”

Jovivi just turned and walked away, leaving him with only a faint scent of Chanel No. 5.

He propped one elbow against the wall, his fingers traced on the delicate chin, his eyes tightened again, and he raised the corner of his lips, and said, "Parrot, he is so heavy to you!" ”

Qiao Weiwei and Liang Yi entered the room almost one after the other, and the two of them sat down with different expressions on their faces.

Liang Bo turned his head, looked at Qiao Weiwei's somewhat pale face, warm hands, clasped her cold hands, and asked, "What's wrong with you?" It's all right, is it? Do you want to go back first? ”

Qiao Weiwei shook her head and said, "It's okay, it's just that my stomach is a little uncomfortable, and it's much better now." Her eyes inadvertently fell on Coolness's face, and Coolness was looking at her with a smile at the moment, and she quickly withdrew her gaze and stopped looking at him......

"Yes, Weiwei, if you don't feel well, let Liang Bo send you back!" Zhou Chuyu threw a concerned look at Qiao Weiwei and said.

"Vivi, how long have you been like this?" Ou Xiangbei put down his wine glass, looked at Qiao Weiwei with surprise on his face, and asked.

"It's never been before, only tonight ......" Ou Xiangbei's reaction made Qiao Weiwei a little dazed.

Ou Xiangbei raised his lips, got up, glanced at Liang Bo meaningfully, walked to Qiao Weiwei's side, stretched out his hand to Qiao Weiwei, and said, "Give me my hand, I'll give you a pulse......"

Although puzzled, Qiao Weiwei obediently put her wrist in Ou Xiangbei's palm......

Ou Xiangbei closed his eyes, attached one hand to Qiao Weiwei's pulse, and carefully diagnosed.

"How?" Liang Bo and Zhou Chuyu spoke in unison, and on the side, Liang Yi leaned lazily on the chair, looking curious.