Cheng Weiwei nodded at him, "I've arrived." "Unbuckle your seatbelts and get out of the car.

"Don't oversleep." The silver car turned around and, like the wind, vanished.

Cheng Weiwei let out a sigh, turned around and walked towards the corridor, and someone behind her suddenly stopped her.

"Vivi, where have you been? Why don't you answer Qihui's call? "It's stepmother Han Mi-jin.

Talking so loudly downstairs at night, and not afraid that the residents upstairs will hear it?

This is not a high-end villa area where I lived before I got married, the nearest neighbors are separated by more than a thousand meters, this is an ordinary residential area, and a cough downstairs can be heard upstairs.

And it's only semi-enclosed, except for a few hours in the early hours of the morning, taxis can come and go at any time.

Cheng Weiwei glanced at her, "Let's talk about it when we go home." ”

Han Meizhen got angry and clasped her arms with both hands, "What, you don't even listen to me?" I've raised you for five years for nothing. If you're not happy, just throw your face and leave, what should we do? Don't forget, whose house you belong to, you live in vain? ”

Cheng Weiwei ignored her and walked into the corridor without stopping.

Han Meizhen was still shouting behind her, "Weiwei? Weiwei, come back, come with me to see Qihui! You don't want to be too willful, no one will like wayward girls. ”

"Drip ......"

Behind them, someone suddenly pressed the car lama.

Gu Yuansheng, who had just left, was back.

"Vivi, you dropped something in my car." Gu Yuansheng pinched a dark purple square silk scarf and handed it out of the car.

Cheng Weiwei walked over and received it, "Thank you." ”

"You're welcome." Gu Yuansheng smiled lightly.

Han Meizhen recognized Gu Yuansheng, and immediately ran forward with a smile on her face and waved her hand, "This is not Gu ......"

Woo –

The car sped away like the wind.

Han Meizhen was bored, turned around and came back to chase Cheng Weiwei.

At this time, Cheng Weiwei had already returned home.

The moment she opened the door, Cheng Weiwei was stunned, she thought she had entered the wrong house.

"You're like that, a fire, a raging flame, burning me, you're like that ......"

Stepsister Cheng Meiqi, stepping barefoot on the sofa, wearing a wig, wearing red low-waisted bell bottoms, pinching the microphone, imitating the veteran singer Fei Xiang singing loudly.

In the living room, there were seven or eight young men and girls in strange costumes and heavy makeup, playing wildly.

Broken streamers and broken balloons can be seen everywhere in the house.

Beer bottles were piled high on the coffee table, and snack bags were thrown everywhere.

Cheng Weiwei looked up, the door of her room was open, and several people were crowded in the room talking and laughing.

She couldn't wait to change her shoes and ran inside.

The room was also not spared, the vanity box was opened, and the perfume bottle was turned over.

A girl was picking at a painting with her hand, "Hey, it was glued on?" One pick and it drops. ”

"Don't touch my stuff!" Cheng Weiwei rushed up quickly and snatched the painting.

This is her competition homework, a painting made by butterfly specimens, and her work for half a year......

"I didn't mean to." The girl with heavy makeup raised her hand and brushed her hair, saying an apology in her mouth, but her expression did not have the sincerity of apology.

The butterfly painting has already been cut off by her.

She shrugged her shoulders and looked indifferent.

"Stickers for children to play, sister, don't be angry, right? If it's bad, it's bad. The other tomboy smirked as she spat out a cigarette ring.