When Lin Xiamo walked out, she saw that the driver, Xiao Wang, had already stopped in front of her in the car.

"Miss Lin, get in the car."

Lin Xiamo frowned.

"No need, I'm sorry for you, I'll just take a taxi back by myself."

The driver, Xiao Wang, remembered the way Mu Beichen looked at him just now, and thought to himself that if he didn't send her to the set, it was estimated that he wouldn't know what was waiting for him when he came back.

Xiao Wang wiped the sweat on his forehead, and he was a little panicked.

"Miss Lin, don't embarrass me."

Lin Xiamo pursed her lips, she knew in her heart that the reason why the driver would come was probably Mu Beichen, thinking that if she didn't get in the car, it would bring a lot of trouble to the driver, she nodded.

"I'm sorry for you."

The car was very fast, and Lin Xiamo arrived at the set within the specified time, but as soon as she pushed open the door of the dressing room and saw Wanqiao's appearance, she was a little shocked.

"Wanqiao, what's wrong with you?"

Wan Qiao was stunned for a moment, and looked up at Lin Xiamo, as if he didn't understand what was wrong.

Lin Xiamo pointed to her neck and handed her concealer over.

"Why don't you cover it up?"

Wan Qiao was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly reacted.

"It's all Shi Qianmo's fault."

Lin Xiamo couldn't say anything, she thought she should understand why, she just heard that her wine was not good before, but now it seems that it is really not good.

She fell onto Wanqiao's shoulder.

"Xiao Wanqiao, tell me what happened to you last night, right?"

Wanqiao was still touching up her makeup, she left in a hurry this morning, but she didn't expect that her neck had been marked by a man, but as soon as she looked up, she happened to see something on Lin Xiamo's neck, she touched it and handed over the concealer in her hand.

"Xiaomo, you can apply a little too."

Lin Xiamo glanced at his neck in the mirror, hey, at the same time, the end of the world is hard, who does the sky spare.

Wan Qiao was silent, but he still couldn't help but open his mouth.

"I went back yesterday and found out that the woman I saw was his sister, not some other woman."

Lin Xiamo's eyes were full of curiosity.

After Shi Qianmo in Wanqiao North got into the car in a very unsightly posture, Shi Qianmo loosened his tie, and it could be seen that he was still a little uncomfortable because of the fever.

But where could the drunk Wanqiao manage so much, she slapped Shi Qianmo in the face with one hand.

Shi Qianmo's eyes had become very terrifying, but Wan Qiao still didn't seem to know whether he was alive or dead, and before Shi Qianmo could react, she slapped him on the head again.

"You're a scumbag."

Shi Qianmo laughed angrily.

"Who do you say is a scumbag?"

Shi Qianmo grabbed Wanqiao's troubled hands, and what he said was a little unpleasant.

Wan Qiao narrowed his eyes, and then pointed at Shi Qianmo.

"It's you, you are Shi Qianmo, Shi Qianmo is a scumbag."

Shi Qianmo seemed to hear the mockery of the driver in front of him, and the blue tendons on his forehead jumped successfully, and now he just wanted to slap Wan Qiao in the face to let her know what it is.

But Wan Qiao's coquettish appearance, Shi Qianmo's assassin closed his eyes and put his suit on her face.

"It's not early, go to bed."

She didn't sleep anymore, he was really afraid that he would do something out of place.

Wanqiao took off the blazer that covered his head, revealing a pair of big gurgling eyes, and he didn't look sleepy at all.

Shi Qianmo finally opened the door of his house after successfully fighting wits and courage with Wanqiao.

Sure enough, his sister hadn't slept yet, but she was wearing a nightgown, as if she had already taken a shower and was waiting for them.

"Coming back?"

Shi Qianmo rubbed the corners of his forehead, not planning to say anything, but Wan Qiao's eyes lit up when he looked at the woman, and the whole person completely pounced on the woman.

"Who are you?"

The woman looked at Wanqiao's appearance and smelled the strong smell of alcohol on her body, she smiled, she usually hates people who drink so much, but looking at Wanqiao's appearance today, she suddenly feels that drinking is not such an unbearable thing.

The woman took the opportunity to pinch her face.

"Hey, you're so cute."

Shi Qianmo's eyebrows twisted, and he pushed Wanqiao into her arms.

"Someone called you, I'm back in the bedroom."

Before the woman could speak, Wanqiao had already reacted, and she slammed the woman's hand away from her face.

"You're a rival."

The woman was stunned for a moment, not reacting to what was going on with this sudden change.

Wan Qiao had already opened her mouth again, and she pointed to the woman and Shi Qianmo.

"You're a woman, you're a man, you two can't stay in the same room, you can't be like this."

When the woman heard this, she smiled and narrowed her eyes, she nodded, and then said, "Then what do you say?" ”

Wan Qiao actually nodded, thinking about what to do, she thought for a while, turned around and hugged Shi Qianmo's arm.

"Then he's mine, and he can only be in the same room with me."

The woman nodded and pointed to Shi Qianmo's bedroom.

"His bedroom is there."

Wanqiao's little head understood almost instantly, nodded, hugged Shi Qianmo's arm, and ran into the bedroom, where can the drunk Wanqiao see that the woman's eyes are full of calculations.

This younger brother of hers seems to have a lot of family, but in fact her heart is cold, she is a sister from time to time to worry about whether he will never find a girlfriend in this life, and now with Wanqiao, the woman suddenly feels that there is a clear picture in front of her.

After Wan Qiao pulled Shi Qianmo into the bedroom, he suddenly felt a little bored.

She gestured to the black sheets on the bed.

"This color is too heavy, I don't like it."

Shi Qianmo smiled, at this time, he felt that his burning was no longer a big problem, he hugged Wanqiao from behind, his tone was low, and it sounded very ambiguous.

"And what do you like?"

Wan Qiao didn't feel the emotional change of the person behind her, she pointed to the black curtain on the side, and said weakly: "I don't like this either." ”

Shi Qianmo nodded indifferently, picked up one of Wanqiao's hairs with both hands carelessly, and then whispered "um", not knowing who he was echoing: "It's not good-looking." ”

Wan Qiao's eyes rolled around the room again, and he quickly picked out a lot of faults in the house.