Ou Xiangbei, who was laughing wildly, and the smiles on the faces of Liang Bo, Qiao Weiwei, and Su Qingcheng froze, and they all looked at Zhou Chuyu, who was pointing at Ou Xiangbei......

She had obviously drunk too much, and she usually wouldn't look like this, even standing there was shaky, and her face was as red as a ripe apple.

"Hmph...... Hum...... Hmph......" Zhou Chuyu smiled bitterly, staggered behind Ou Xiangbei step by step, patted Ou Xiangbei's shoulder with both hands, and said, "Ou Xiangbei, I don't like you either...... It's true...... I don't like you either......"

Tears fell from her reddish eyes like beads of broken thread......

Ou Xiangbei turned his head, and a teardrop fell on his cheek, so hot.

It was obviously burning on his cheeks, but his heart became sour for something......

"Ou Xiangbei, I don't like you, I really don't like you......" Zhou Chuyu cried and laughed, and staggered backwards......

"Be careful!" Ou Xiangbei hurriedly stretched out his hand to support her, got up, and said to everyone: "She's drunk, I'll send her back." The person in his arms was soft, and a faint smell of perfume came to his nose......

Ou Xiangbei bent down, picked up the swaying Zhou Chuyu horizontally, and said to this kind of person: "I'll send her back,......"

As he spoke, Ou Xiangbei hugged Zhou Chuyu and left.

Su Qingcheng looked at Ou Xiangbei's back, and the word "Chuan" in the center of his eyebrows gradually deepened......

The black Maybach moved smoothly on the sparsely lit road, and outside the car, the bustle of the city flashed by.

In the car, the drunk and unconscious Zhou Chuyu leaned on the backrest in the most comfortable position, falling asleep, and kept muttering "You don't like me, why do I still like you......" From the corners of his eyes, warm tears kept flowing out......

Ou Xiangbei held the steering wheel with one hand, and groped for the key in Zhou Chuyu's black Chanel classic small black bag with the other, and after feeling for a while, he didn't find it.

"Chu Yu, where is the key to your house?"

"Key...... The key is on the keyring......" she murmured, drunken.

“……”

Ou Xiangbei stopped talking, just put her bag back on her lap, turned around, and drove towards his villa.

At the door of the villa, Ou Xiangbei stopped the car, hugged the alcoholic Zhou Chuyu into the living room, and then put her on the sofa.

Zhou Chuyu kicked hard, and the shoes on her feet directly brushed Ou Xiangbei's face, and flew out a meter away, and then, with her eyes closed, she touched the pillow, hugged it, and found the most comfortable position to curl up, like an insecure child.

Ou Xiangbei took a deep breath, slowly half-squatted down, his hand caressed her hair, changed his usual cynicism, his face was solemn, frowned, and said, "Silly girl......"

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It was already twelve o'clock when Qiao Weiwei and Liang Bo returned to the apartment downstairs.

got out of the car, parked the car in Liangbo, and walked to the building with Qiao Weiwei.

Qiao Weiwei raised her head, looked at the light shining through Liang Bo's apartment, and said to Liang Bo as she walked, "It won't be one of your confidantes coming to this apartment again, right?" ”

"What?" Liang Bo took Qiao Weiwei into the elevator, and didn't understand what Qiao Weiwei was talking about.

"Didn't you see the lights on in our house just now?"

Our family's three words are so ordinary, but his eyes flashed with a hint of joy.

Because of the three words 'our family', his mood suddenly improved.

"Didn't pay attention......" he turned, holding her face and rubbing it.

Her face was directly deformed in his hands, and she was in pain: "Ah...... It hurts......"

"Our family? Our family? He stopped what he was doing, blushed his blushing face, and said leisurely.

"Ding ......" elevator door opens.

"It's ......" Qiao Weiwei pushed him away in embarrassment and walked out of the apartment first.

He followed behind him, put his hands in his trouser pockets, walked on his slender legs, and a smile spread across his face, walked to the door, and opened it.

Inside, the house is brightly lit and warm......

Qiao Weiwei changed into slippers and walked to the living room......

At this moment, Sun Xiaoran was sitting on the sofa in the living room.

At this moment, she is wearing a ponytail, revealing a smooth forehead, wearing a white long-sleeved dress, the length just covers the instep, and she looks unattacked.

On the coffee table in front of her was a delicate floral thermos pot.

Seeing Qiao Weiwei, Sun Xiaoran lost his mind for a second, and then smiled at Qiao Weiwei and said, "Miss Qiao." ”

Qiao Weiwei slowly walked up to Sun Xiaoran and sat down, nodded lukewarmly at her, with a little displeasure in her eyes, but she didn't speak.

Liang Bo frowned, and said coldly, "What are you doing here again?" Then he did it, lowered himself, picked up the orange on the table, and peeled it slowly.

"Aunt asked me to bring you chicken soup, so ......" Sun Xiaoran's hands on his thighs were clenched tightly because of nervousness, his voice trembled slightly, and his eyes were fixed on his cold face, and he couldn't move it.

"Where's the key my mom gave you?" Liang Bo put a piece of orange into Qiao Weiwei's mouth, and said leisurely.

Qiao Weiwei looked at Sun Xiaoran quietly, with no expression on her face......

"In ...... ...... in the bag"

"Take it out ......"

His eyes were extremely cold, and his tone was resolute, and he could not be refused.

The powerful aura made Sun Xiaoran's heart tremble involuntarily, and he involuntarily took out the key from his bag and said, "Here." ”

"Let's get out......" Liang Bo took the key and threw it directly into the trash, then put the orange in his hand in Qiao Weiwei's palm, took a wet paper towel on the coffee table, and wiped his hands......

Sun Xiaoran watched him wipe his hands and felt unprecedented humiliation.

She smiled wryly, got up, strapped her white Chanel bag, and walked away quickly......

"Sun Xiaoran."

Behind her, Qiao Weiwei's voice made her pause, and she turned her head to look at Qiao Weiwei......

"Be a dignified person, and don't do anything that humiliates you in the future. Also, I don't like people coming in and out of my Jovivi place, you know? Qiao Weiwei stared at Sun Xiaoran's back coldly and said slowly.

"Boom......" She didn't speak, turned around, took a deep breath and gently closed the door.

Standing in the doorway, her hands hanging down to her side were clenched into fists, and deep hatred took root in her heart, growing wantonly, forming teng vines, entangled in her heart.

Qiao Weiwei...... Why do you say that about her...! Isn't she just a cool lover? Why is she arrogant in front of her Sun Xiaoran......

With red circles in her eyes, she entered the elevator.

After the elevator door closed, she took out her mobile phone in her bag, dialed her mother's number, and said, "Hey, Mom, I need you to do me a favor." ”