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In a person's life, there will be countless separations.

Either death or death.

There will always be a time when it will bring the pain of cutting the bones of the heart. Whether you were happy or sad at the time.

Mo Xi watched Qiao Weihuan being pulled up from the ground by the man, standing under the big black umbrella with him, the other party took her hand, lowered her head, and gently touched the back of her hand with his lips.

The two men got into the white Maybach, and then the car started and disappeared into the soft rain.

Moxilin's arm holding the umbrella hung down heavily.

Maybachri, Qiao Weihuan and He Zhengxiao sat in the back seat together. She shrank herself up against the car door, separated from the man next to her by dozens of centimeters of Chu He, and looked out of the car window with dark eyes.

Grandma is gone, and it won't have anything to do with the Mo family in the future......

Uncle Zhong turned around, and Qiao Weihuan said in a hoarse voice, "Uncle Zhong, stop ahead." ”

The speed of the car did not drop, and Uncle Zhong looked at the rearview mirror silently.

He Zhengxiao didn't speak, and the car wouldn't stop.

Qiao Weihuan: "Forget it, don't stop." ”

She just wanted to go home, go back to her small apartment, call Han Yirou, Fu Minglang, Xu Zhongshu, and Fang Shuyu to play mahjong together, and fill the apartment with human touch.

Seems like there's one more person? Then just let Xu Zhongshu serve the bureau, and the four of them will play......

Qiao Weihuan curled the corners of her mouth exhaustedly, and let out a muffled laugh from her nose.

Laughing and laughing, shivering all over my body.

Suddenly, her body sank, Qiao Weihuan came back to her senses in shock, He Zhengxiao's big hand was wrapping her in her coat, and her voice was thick and mellow, "If you don't look at it for a few days, you will lose weight like this, and you won't eat if you don't take care of it?" ”

Qiao Weihuan raised his head and glanced at He Zhengxiao.

The bridge of the man's nose is steep, his eyebrows are deep, and the elegant curvature of his lips seems to be engraved, and you can never find out what kind of thoughts he has behind this handsome face.

Qiao Weihuan couldn't understand why he could still make such a picture, and couldn't find a suitable face to deal with, so he had to close his eyes and hang his head, and pretend that he was asleep.

When the car stopped, Qiao Weihuan immediately "woke up", and before the man's arm stretched out to pick her up and get out of the car, he automatically and spontaneously opened the car door and got out of the car in a hurry.

After entering the villa, I went straight to the bedroom and locked myself in the bathroom.

Far away, He Zhengxiao could hear the sound of water coming from inside. He stopped, pushed open the study door, and closed it gently.

Pulling open the desk drawer, he took out the silver scissors with his long finger, and unbuttoned the gentleman's horse clip with the other hand, revealing the hem of the shirt that was already red.

The cat jumped in from the window, landed softly on the luxurious table, raised his paws and licked it.

The scissors in He Zhengxiao's hand poked into the gap between the tight abdominal muscles and the gauze, and cut it slowly, and Yu Guang saw the cat yawning there, and raised his hand to flick it on its small brain.

The cat master was shocked by a light and heavy shock, and subconsciously jumped back, tilting his head in disbelief: "Meow?!" ”

After tasting the product carefully, it seems to be a little spoiled this time? That's unusual!

The cat hesitated in place uncertainly, then kicked his nose and face, tentatively stretched out his little tongue, and licked it on the uncle's fingers pulling gauze.

He Zhengxiao half-lowered his head and scratched the skin of its brain.

"Something without conscience......"

Uncle Zhong knocked on the door and heard a deep voice inside: "Come in." ”

The man slowly cut the gauze completely, and the wound on his abdomen that had not yet healed was hideously exposed, and in an instant, there seemed to be sweet blood in the air.

Uncle Zhong was frightened: "Young master, let me ...... this kind of thing"

"No, you don't."

Picking up the new gauze and wrapping it layer by layer, the action suddenly paused.

Half-bowed his head, his slender fingers tapped on the notebook.

The video was quickly connected, Cui Chengchuan on the other end was holding a cigarette, saw the gauze on He Zhengxiao's waist, and his fingers that lit the fire paused.

"Sure enough...... Little butterfly dried? That's a good thing. ”

When He Zhengxiao returned to China, there was no extra news from there, and Cui Chengchuan just heard some rumors from the ICPO that the hostages were in the wrong mental state and shot them. As for whether anyone was hurt, it was not said.

However, Cui Chengchuan knows He Zhengxiao very well, there are a bunch of waiting for him in Manchester, even if he doesn't come back at that time, there is no one to see for a while, there must be something boring. Now that he is tired of seeing the cat, Cui Chengchuan leaned back on the chair lazily without smiling, "They want to kill you in their dreams, and they know that you are injured, and they may have a celebration party." ”

After speaking, Cui Chengchuan narrowed his eyes and remembered something.

"Yesterday's meeting was not attended by others, saying that it was too much of a waste and that my back hurts. He wasn't so blatant before, and it seems that he didn't want to pretend to be ......"

He Zhengxiao's hand rested on the unhealed wound and chuckled solemnly, "With the 'opportunity', of course he won't wait any longer." ”

Uncle Zhong brought a clean shirt, and He Zhengxiao took it, "You will come back the day after tomorrow." ”

Is this about to start?

Before Cui Chengchuan could answer, Charlotte's voice suddenly came from behind him: "Maurice, I heard Yat's voice......"

Letting Charlotte know about this kind of thing only worries her.

He Zhengxiao raised his hand to clasp the computer screen, and asked Uncle Zhong in a deep voice, "Everyone has been arranged?" ”

Uncle Zhong nodded, and asked hesitantly, "Young Master, will this be detrimental to the plan?" ”

He Zhengxiao put on his shirt, buttoned it meticulously, and turned his back silently.

The setting sun outside the window bounced blood into the study, bypassing his outstanding and heroic body, and spreading a large area of magnificence on the ground.

"No, it won't."

When I went to the bedroom, Qiao Weihuan was already asleep.

She was so tired that she hastily blew her hair after taking a bath, and she just wanted to lie down for a while, but who knew that she would fall asleep in less than half a minute. I didn't have a pillow yet, I curled up like a baby, wrapped in a heavy quilt, protecting myself from the inside out, but I still couldn't sleep peacefully.

He Zhengxiao took a light step, gently lifted the quilt with his big hand, and called her in a low voice: "Huanhuan? ”

Hearing the voice, there was an uncomfortable "um", and his brows furrowed slightly.

From when she heard the news that Old Madam Mo was dying, to being kicked out by the Mo family, to just taking a bath...... From beginning to end, she never shed a single tear, but she cried earth-shattering in her dreams.

When she woke up, Qiao Weihuan's eyelids were sour, she was tired, and she was in a trance for a long time before she came back to her senses.

Feeling the weight on his waist, he slowly turned his head sideways, and barely saw a little of the man's sharp short hair.

The crisp and rich manly aura behind her lingered, spreading out from her back and gradually wrapping around her hands and feet.

Qiao Weihuan took a deep breath, followed the careful removal of the man's arm, and when he got out of bed, he seemed to hear him turning over, and walked out of the bedroom quickly without looking back.

quickly changed into clothes, didn't eat breakfast, and left the villa like someone chased after him.

When I arrived at the company, I saw several reporters from a distance.

The aftermath of Xie San's mess has not yet dissipated, plus He Zhengxiao's intimate behavior with her...... It seems that this group of reporters has to block her people and ask them clearly.

Qiao Weihuan avoided reporters, entered through another small door, and entered the office decently, seeing the documents on the desktop and a champagne rose at a glance. She raised her eyebrows and picked up the flowers, flipped through the documents casually, looked at them, and closed them speechlessly, and threw the flowers directly into the trash.

The document that she couldn't handle was sent back to Secretary He Zhengxiao a few days ago, and then it was gone, and now it has appeared again!

Qiao Weihuan called Fang Shuyu and asked her to send the documents back.

At noon, Han Yirou, who was summoned, Fang Shuyu, who was in high spirits, and Qiao Weihuan, who was calm, were three women in one play.

Fang Shuyu and Han Yirou were not familiar with each other, and the range of movements was very small, and Qiao Weihuan asked Qiao Weihuan very restrainedly: "Boss, I see that you have flowers in the trash can, can you not give it to me?" I don't think so! ”

Qiao Weihuan bent her eyes and smiled: "I don't like it." ”

Fang Shuyu: "......"

She wiped her face and chewed on the rice in a suffocated manner.

Han Yirou couldn't help but smile, "If you fall in love, someone will give you flowers every day." ”

Fang Shuyu raised his head, and the tip of his chopsticks pointed to the not-so-obvious scar on his face, "I'm like this, and I still talk about whom?" ”

Han Yirouzai looked at it carefully for a long time, and said in confusion: "Your skin is very good." ”

Fang Shuyu: "......"

After eating, she went back to the company to continue to be a little bee, Qiao Weihuan sat on Han Yirou's CRV and went to Qiao's mother.

There were no outsiders there, so Han Yirou showed an expression of wanting to speak and stopping.

"Huan'er, aren't you happy?"

Qiao Weihuan was stunned, "No." ”

"Under your eyes," Han Yirou took out a hand and pointed to the position at the end of the eye, "There is a circle of red, which is only like this when you are uncomfortable." ”

Han Yirou didn't say a word, that is, when they first met, there was always a little red at the end of her eyes that had not gone away for a long time, and then almost a year later, this red slowly dissipated.

Qiao Weihuan couldn't hold back, laughed directly, pulled the corners of his eyes and said, "You don't understand, this is moisturized, and you'll know when you talk about the object." ”

Han Yirou sighed in her heart, unwilling to force her to say, so she had to reluctantly nod: "You understand!" ”

Seeing a black car in the rearview mirror, Han Yirou muttered: "This car looks like our road, it's almost out of the Fourth Ring Road, and he is still on the same road as us." ”

Qiao Weihuan has suffered too many things recently, and she has a lot more eyes in her heart, and she turned her head vigilantly.

Sure enough, there was a car following behind, but it seemed that there was more than one?

At a glance, the back butt is all the same car, and even the license plate number is almost the same, what the hell!

Qiao Weihuan was a little impressed by the shape of these cars, and she had a bottom in her heart, so she didn't let Han Yirou stop.

When they arrived at Qiao's mother, their CRV stopped, and the car behind also stopped, but no one got off.

Han Yirou had never seen such a battle, and said a little scared: "Huan'er, these cars actually came here......

Qiao Weihuan: "I'll go over and ask." ”

"Don't!"

Han Yirou grabbed her arm and dragged the person back hard, "It's too scary, let's hurry up and ......"

She looks soft and weak, but she is actually a cow strength, how many rough men have suffered losses under her, and it didn't take much effort to pull Qiao Weihuan away!

Qiao Weihuan patted the back of her hand with tears and laughter, "It's okay, I know them." ”

As soon as the words fell, the five cars opened at the same time, and the men in the sturdy suits got out of the cars, lined up neatly, and hung their heads at Qiao Weihuan, and the ten people shouted in unison: "Miss Qiao!" ”

Qiao Weihuan: "......"

It's really He Zhengxiao's person, but why did she suddenly send so many people to follow her?

Is it because she's going to be more dangerous lately than ever?

Qiao Wei's heart skipped a beat, and the sudden ominous premonition made her frown.

Suddenly, a terrible howl came from the courtyard without any cover, and pierced straight into the ears of Qiao Weihuan and Fang Shuyu.

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Remember for a second No pop-ups

……

In a person's life, there will be countless separations.

Either death or death.

There will always be a time when it will bring the pain of cutting the bones of the heart. Whether you were happy or sad at the time.

Mo Xi watched Qiao Weihuan being pulled up from the ground by the man, standing under the big black umbrella with him, the other party took her hand, lowered her head, and gently touched the back of her hand with his lips.

The two men got into the white Maybach, and then the car started and disappeared into the soft rain.

Moxilin's arm holding the umbrella hung down heavily.

Maybachri, Qiao Weihuan and He Zhengxiao sat in the back seat together. She shrank herself up against the car door, separated from the man next to her by dozens of centimeters of Chu He, and looked out of the car window with dark eyes.

Grandma is gone, and it won't have anything to do with the Mo family in the future......

Uncle Zhong turned around, and Qiao Weihuan said in a hoarse voice, "Uncle Zhong, stop ahead." ”

The speed of the car did not drop, and Uncle Zhong looked at the rearview mirror silently.

He Zhengxiao didn't speak, and the car wouldn't stop.

Qiao Weihuan: "Forget it, don't stop." ”

She just wanted to go home, go back to her small apartment, call Han Yirou, Fu Minglang, Xu Zhongshu, and Fang Shuyu to play mahjong together, and fill the apartment with human touch.

Seems like there's one more person? Then just let Xu Zhongshu serve the bureau, and the four of them will play......

Qiao Weihuan curled the corners of her mouth exhaustedly, and let out a muffled laugh from her nose.

Laughing and laughing, shivering all over my body.

Suddenly, her body sank, Qiao Weihuan came back to her senses in shock, He Zhengxiao's big hand was wrapping her in her coat, and her voice was thick and mellow, "If you don't look at it for a few days, you will lose weight like this, and you won't eat if you don't take care of it?" ”

Qiao Weihuan raised his head and glanced at He Zhengxiao.

The bridge of the man's nose is steep, his eyebrows are deep, and the elegant curvature of his lips seems to be engraved, and you can never find out what kind of thoughts he has behind this handsome face.

Qiao Weihuan couldn't understand why he could still make such a picture, and couldn't find a suitable face to deal with, so he had to close his eyes and hang his head, and pretend that he was asleep.

When the car stopped, Qiao Weihuan immediately "woke up", and before the man's arm stretched out to pick her up and get out of the car, he automatically and spontaneously opened the car door and got out of the car in a hurry.

After entering the villa, I went straight to the bedroom and locked myself in the bathroom.

Far away, He Zhengxiao could hear the sound of water coming from inside. He stopped, pushed open the study door, and closed it gently.

Pulling open the desk drawer, he took out the silver scissors with his long finger, and unbuttoned the gentleman's horse clip with the other hand, revealing the hem of the shirt that was already red.

The cat jumped in from the window, landed softly on the luxurious table, raised his paws and licked it.

The scissors in He Zhengxiao's hand poked into the gap between the tight abdominal muscles and the gauze, and cut it slowly, and Yu Guang saw the cat yawning there, and raised his hand to flick it on its small brain.

The cat master was shocked by a light and heavy shock, and subconsciously jumped back, tilting his head in disbelief: "Meow?!" ”

After tasting the product carefully, it seems to be a little spoiled this time? That's unusual!

The cat hesitated in place uncertainly, then kicked his nose and face, tentatively stretched out his little tongue, and licked it on the uncle's fingers pulling gauze.

He Zhengxiao half-lowered his head and scratched the skin of its brain.

"Something without conscience......"

Uncle Zhong knocked on the door and heard a deep voice inside: "Come in." ”

The man slowly cut the gauze completely, and the wound on his abdomen that had not yet healed was hideously exposed, and in an instant, there seemed to be sweet blood in the air.

Uncle Zhong was frightened: "Young master, let me ...... this kind of thing"

"No, you don't."

Picking up the new gauze and wrapping it layer by layer, the action suddenly paused.

Half-bowed his head, his slender fingers tapped on the notebook.

The video was quickly connected, Cui Chengchuan on the other end was holding a cigarette, saw the gauze on He Zhengxiao's waist, and his fingers that lit the fire paused.

"Sure enough...... Little butterfly dried? That's a good thing. ”

When He Zhengxiao returned to China, there was no extra news from there, and Cui Chengchuan just heard some rumors from the ICPO that the hostages were in the wrong mental state and shot them. As for whether anyone was hurt, it was not said.

However, Cui Chengchuan knows He Zhengxiao very well, there are a bunch of waiting for him in Manchester, even if he doesn't come back at that time, there is no one to see for a while, there must be something boring. Now that he is tired of seeing the cat, Cui Chengchuan leaned back on the chair lazily without smiling, "They want to kill you in their dreams, and they know that you are injured, and they may have a celebration party." ”

After speaking, Cui Chengchuan narrowed his eyes and remembered something.

"Yesterday's meeting was not attended by others, saying that it was too much of a waste and that my back hurts. He wasn't so blatant before, and it seems that he didn't want to pretend to be ......"

He Zhengxiao's hand rested on the unhealed wound and chuckled solemnly, "With the 'opportunity', of course he won't wait any longer." ”

Uncle Zhong brought a clean shirt, and He Zhengxiao took it, "You will come back the day after tomorrow." ”

Is this about to start?

Before Cui Chengchuan could answer, Charlotte's voice suddenly came from behind him: "Maurice, I heard Yat's voice......"

Letting Charlotte know about this kind of thing only worries her.

He Zhengxiao raised his hand to clasp the computer screen, and asked Uncle Zhong in a deep voice, "Everyone has been arranged?" ”

Uncle Zhong nodded, and asked hesitantly, "Young Master, will this be detrimental to the plan?" ”

He Zhengxiao put on his shirt, buttoned it meticulously, and turned his back silently.

The setting sun outside the window bounced blood into the study, bypassing his outstanding and heroic body, and spreading a large area of magnificence on the ground.

"No, it won't."

When I went to the bedroom, Qiao Weihuan was already asleep.

She was so tired that she hastily blew her hair after taking a bath, and she just wanted to lie down for a while, but who knew that she would fall asleep in less than half a minute. I didn't have a pillow yet, I curled up like a baby, wrapped in a heavy quilt, protecting myself from the inside out, but I still couldn't sleep peacefully.

He Zhengxiao took a light step, gently lifted the quilt with his big hand, and called her in a low voice: "Huanhuan? ”

Hearing the voice, there was an uncomfortable "um", and his brows furrowed slightly.

From when she heard the news that Old Madam Mo was dying, to being kicked out by the Mo family, to just taking a bath...... From beginning to end, she never shed a single tear, but she cried earth-shattering in her dreams.

When she woke up, Qiao Weihuan's eyelids were sour, she was tired, and she was in a trance for a long time before she came back to her senses.

Feeling the weight on his waist, he slowly turned his head sideways, and barely saw a little of the man's sharp short hair.

The crisp and rich manly aura behind her lingered, spreading out from her back and gradually wrapping around her hands and feet.

Qiao Weihuan took a deep breath, followed the careful removal of the man's arm, and when he got out of bed, he seemed to hear him turning over, and walked out of the bedroom quickly without looking back.

quickly changed into clothes, didn't eat breakfast, and left the villa like someone chased after him.

When I arrived at the company, I saw several reporters from a distance.

The aftermath of Xie San's mess has not yet dissipated, plus He Zhengxiao's intimate behavior with her...... It seems that this group of reporters has to block her people and ask them clearly.

Qiao Weihuan avoided reporters, entered through another small door, and entered the office decently, seeing the documents on the desktop and a champagne rose at a glance. She raised her eyebrows and picked up the flowers, flipped through the documents casually, looked at them, and closed them speechlessly, and threw the flowers directly into the trash.

The document that she couldn't handle was sent back to Secretary He Zhengxiao a few days ago, and then it was gone, and now it has appeared again!

Qiao Weihuan called Fang Shuyu and asked her to send the documents back.

At noon, Han Yirou, who was summoned, Fang Shuyu, who was in high spirits, and Qiao Weihuan, who was calm, were three women in one play.

Fang Shuyu and Han Yirou were not familiar with each other, and the range of movements was very small, and Qiao Weihuan asked Qiao Weihuan very restrainedly: "Boss, I see that you have flowers in the trash can, can you not give it to me?" I don't think so! ”

Qiao Weihuan bent her eyes and smiled: "I don't like it." ”

Fang Shuyu: "......"

She wiped her face and chewed on the rice in a suffocated manner.

Han Yirou couldn't help but smile, "If you fall in love, someone will give you flowers every day." ”

Fang Shuyu raised his head, and the tip of his chopsticks pointed to the not-so-obvious scar on his face, "I'm like this, and I still talk about whom?" ”

Han Yirouzai looked at it carefully for a long time, and said in confusion: "Your skin is very good." ”

Fang Shuyu: "......"

After eating, she went back to the company to continue to be a little bee, Qiao Weihuan sat on Han Yirou's CRV and went to Qiao's mother.

There were no outsiders there, so Han Yirou showed an expression of wanting to speak and stopping.

"Huan'er, aren't you happy?"

Qiao Weihuan was stunned, "No." ”

"Under your eyes," Han Yirou took out a hand and pointed to the position at the end of the eye, "There is a circle of red, which is only like this when you are uncomfortable." ”

Han Yirou didn't say a word, that is, when they first met, there was always a little red at the end of her eyes that had not gone away for a long time, and then almost a year later, this red slowly dissipated.

Qiao Weihuan couldn't hold back, laughed directly, pulled the corners of his eyes and said, "You don't understand, this is moisturized, and you'll know when you talk about the object." ”

Han Yirou sighed in her heart, unwilling to force her to say, so she had to reluctantly nod: "You understand!" ”

Seeing a black car in the rearview mirror, Han Yirou muttered: "This car looks like our road, it's almost out of the Fourth Ring Road, and he is still on the same road as us." ”

Qiao Weihuan has suffered too many things recently, and she has a lot more eyes in her heart, and she turned her head vigilantly.

Sure enough, there was a car following behind, but it seemed that there was more than one?

At a glance, the back butt is all the same car, and even the license plate number is almost the same, what the hell!

Qiao Weihuan was a little impressed by the shape of these cars, and she had a bottom in her heart, so she didn't let Han Yirou stop.

When they arrived at Qiao's mother, their CRV stopped, and the car behind also stopped, but no one got off.

Han Yirou had never seen such a battle, and said a little scared: "Huan'er, these cars actually came here......

Qiao Weihuan: "I'll go over and ask." ”

"Don't!"

Han Yirou grabbed her arm and dragged the person back hard, "It's too scary, let's hurry up and ......"

She looks soft and weak, but she is actually a cow strength, how many rough men have suffered losses under her, and it didn't take much effort to pull Qiao Weihuan away!

Qiao Weihuan patted the back of her hand with tears and laughter, "It's okay, I know them." ”

As soon as the words fell, the five cars opened at the same time, and the men in the sturdy suits got out of the cars, lined up neatly, and hung their heads at Qiao Weihuan, and the ten people shouted in unison: "Miss Qiao!" ”

Qiao Weihuan: "......"

It's really He Zhengxiao's person, but why did she suddenly send so many people to follow her?

Is it because she's going to be more dangerous lately than ever?

Qiao Wei's heart skipped a beat, and the sudden ominous premonition made her frown.

Suddenly, a terrible howl came from the courtyard without any cover, and pierced straight into the ears of Qiao Weihuan and Fang Shuyu.

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