The rich and powerful family: Leng Shao, please don't tease!

The soft voice downstairs, accompanied by Lin Weiwei's action of closing the door, was instantly isolated from the outside.

After the ears quieted down, Lin Weiwei raised her eyebrows in surprise as she looked at the elegantly furnished room.

The image seen in the mirror in the private room of the bar last night was so shocking that Lin Weiwei thought that the private space of this body would also be indescribably maddening, but unexpectedly, it was a completely different style.

But Lin Weiwei's rejoicing only lasted until she opened the closet door.

Looking at the colorful colors that could almost summon a dragon, Lin Weiwei felt helpless and sighed.

Dare to love, this body is dressed in such fancy clothes when going out on weekdays?

Imagining a picture of a parrot walking on the street, Lin Weiwei felt that the picture was so beautiful that she couldn't bear to look directly at it.

Opening another closet, looking at those fresh nightdresses made of pure silk or cotton or pure colors or small florals, Lin Weiwei changed back to the feeling she had when she just entered the room.

Looking at the two wardrobes, Lin slightly sighed after a while.

That Ling Weiwei must be very divided.

Grabbing a knee-length smoky gray nightdress casually, she entered the bathroom, Lin Weiwei took a bath comfortably, dried her hair and left the bathroom.

The next moment, the door slammed, and a girl with a soft face rushed in like the wind.

"Ling Weiwei, you are really shameless..."

Said mercilessly, Ling Xinyue stared at Lin Weiwei with displeasure, with disdain on her face.

Ling Xinyue, Zhao Qing's daughter, the second miss of the Ling family.

Ling Xinyue who hugged Ling Yuanshan's arm and wept aggrievedly, Ling Xinyue who flung herself into Zhao Qing's arms coquettishly and laughingly, Ling Xinyue who abused Ling Weiwei together with Ling Ziyang...

Several faces appeared overlappingly in her mind, Lin Weiwei looked at Ling Xinyue again, and her face lost all sympathy.

"I'm shameless? Hehe..."

With a disdainful smile, Lin Weiwei looked at Ling Xinyue and said, "What do you think you are?"

Asking back, seeing Ling Xinyue's face turned pale, Lin Wei Wei said coldly: "Break into my room without my permission, point at elder sister and call her by her name, and use such ugly words, Ling Xinyue, Who do you think, us, is shameless?"

"Ling Weiwei, you..."

Ling Xinyue pointed at Lin Weiwei, her arms trembling in anger.

"A word of advice, I'm in a bad mood right now, if you don't want me to say something worse, disappear quickly. Otherwise, I can't guarantee that anything will happen."

Said in a deep voice, Lin Weiwei walked over and sat in front of the dressing table, picked up the comb and combed her hair.

Well, short hair is good, it dries as soon as it is blown, and it is much easier to take care of than long hair.

Facing the short hair in the mirror that still accepted incompetence last night, Lin Weiwei suddenly felt that it was much more pleasing to the eye.

Seeing such a calm and composed Lin Weiwei, Ling Xinyue became even angrier.

"Ling Weiwei, what are you doing? If your mother who died early arranged this marriage for you, do you think Mr. Leng would have taken a fancy to you? Stop dreaming... the toad wants to eat swan meat, but you don't even look in the mirror, you Does it match?"

Thinking of the way Ling Weiwei jumped her feet angrily but took her helpless in the past, Ling Xinyue suddenly laughed.

Hitting a snake and hitting seven inches, this trick, my mother said.

Lin Weiwei was startled for a moment, then turned around slowly, "That's right, I rely on the good fortune my mother brought me. You really think about it, but it's useless, isn't it?"

With her eyes widened, Ling Xinyue looked at Lin Weiwei as if she had seen a ghost, with an expression of disbelief.

"Ling Weiwei, you are looking for death..."

Said sharply, Ling Xinyue's face was already ashen.