"You guys go out, this is my room!" Cheng Weiwei endured her anger.

"Cut, stingy." A few boys and girls stood up and walked out, "It's boring, it's boring." ”

Cheng Weiwei saw the masterpiece they left behind, and her head almost exploded.

Her paintings, the paintings she is going to have an exhibition!

On the face of the classical lady, the beard was painted with an eyebrow pencil, the nude model was added with rouge bra, the triangle was added with a small nene, and the baby had a hat painted with lipstick.

The fish in the water has an extra fork on it.

Cheng Weiwei couldn't hold back any longer, and walked outside and asked loudly, "Why are you moving my paintings?" ”

"Sister, it's just a few paintings, can't you just paint them again?" Cheng Jiaqi pursed her lips and still sang in her mouth.

More than a dozen boys and girls saw her angry and waved to each other, "Jiaqi, let's go back first." ”

"Hey, don't, rehearse a little longer, Zhu Lili, Liu Hang?" Maggie Cheng jumped off the couch to chase them.

"Your sister is so fierce, let's go." It's all gone.

Han Meizhen, who entered the house on the back foot, and Cheng Jiaqi were busy smiling and retaining, but none of them were kept.

The two walked into Cheng Weiwei's room together with cold faces.

"Vivi, why did you do this to your sister's friend? Isn't it just a few paintings? As for making such a big fury? Han Meizhen had a cold face and scolded Cheng Weiwei, "Besides, they are all children, you are a sister, as for getting angry?" No politeness at all. ”

Cheng Weiwei didn't want to pay attention to her, and cleaned up her room in an irritated mood, yes, all of them were seventeen or eighteen-year-old children! She was only two or three years older than them.

Maggie Cheng rolled her eyes, whistled, twisted her waist and left.

Han Meizhen crossed her arms and stood at the door, watching Cheng Weiwei tidy up the room, "I asked you just now, but you haven't answered yet, Weiwei, what ......is your relationship with Qihui?"

"We broke up, Aunt Zhen won't mention him in the future." Cheng Weiwei took a destroyed painting out of the frame, rubbed it, and threw it into the waste paper bucket.

She painted this painting for more than a month, and the destination was actually a garbage can......

"What?" Han Meizhen was so shocked that her voice rose a few points, "Are you crazy?" The house we live in is the property of the Locke family, if you break up with him, where will we live if he takes back the house? There are also your father's hospitalization fees, and the company's arrears......" She rushed into the house and dragged Cheng Weiwei to the living room, "No, hurry up and apologize to him, he just made a dozen calls to find you, you have been turning off the phone, apologize quickly." ”

Cheng Weiwei withdrew her grabbed arm, "I won't apologize, he has nothing to do with me from now on." ”

Han Meizhen held back her anger, "Aren't you worried that your father will be sad when he wakes up?" ”

"I'll explain it to my father, Aunt Zhen won't talk about it anymore."

"Okay, even if your father will support you to withdraw from the marriage after waking up, then, what should I do about the family's debts and the house at this recent stage? Have you thought about it? The Locke family is angry, if they come tomorrow to collect the house, where are we staying? Live on the street? Now that the Chinese New Year is coming, aren't you afraid of being laughed at? Han Meizhen wanted to slap Cheng Weiwei.

Cheng Weiwei turned around and saw the dark green jade bracelet dangling on Han Meizhen's wrist, which was the bracelet her mother wore before her death.

"Aunt Zhen, this bracelet ......, let's take it."

"What? You call me something to be? Is there anyone like you do to your elders? Han Meizhen sneered and hid her arms behind her back.