Young Master Chu's sweetheart wife

Song Qianxi finished drawing the manuscript with concentration, and said with satisfaction: "I have a hunch that this comic will become popular."

A brand-new way of creation, the current popular girl comics.

Even if it can't be a big hit, it can still have a certain amount of heat.

Her New Year's goal is to make a series of spin-offs based on comics.

She clenched her fists and put them by her side to cheer herself up, "Song Qianxi, you can do it! Come on!"

Song Qianxi packed up her things when she heard a slight noise from upstairs.

She didn't care, and lay down on the bed after washing.

I don't know if it's because of the new environment, I'm a little sleepy, and I haven't felt sleepy for a long time.

In addition, the voices from upstairs became more and more frequent.

In fact, the sound insulation of the apartment is very good, and the sound is not loud.

But in an environment where a needle drop can be heard, a little sound will be infinitely amplified.

Song Qianxi had a headache like the sound of a wooden fish echoing in his head, grabbed the pillow to cover his head, and said irritably, "I'm so immoral, won't you be quiet in the middle of the night?!"

After an unknown amount of time, the sound disappeared, and Song Qianxi fell asleep in a daze.

In her sleep, a pair of red high heels kept moving back and forth in front of her eyes.

The thumping sound made her dizzy.

She wanted to look up and see who was so wicked.

But only a pair of legs can be seen, and the upper body is hidden in the darkness, which is extremely weird.

Song Qianxi woke up in a daze, and the high heels in her dream came back to reality.

Upstairs, there are indeed people walking in high heels!

"what!!"

Song Qianxi scratched her hair in dismay, and said angrily: "Crazy, who wears high heels and walks upstairs early in the morning, I have to go upstairs and talk about it!"

After only one night, she was about to collapse, and if it continued, she would become insane.

Song Qianxi finished washing, changed her clothes and went upstairs.

When the doorbell was pressed, it didn't take long for someone to answer the door.

Song Qianxi said directly: "Hello, I live downstairs... Song Mianmian!"

Seeing the person who opened the door clearly, Song Qianxi was surprised at first, then calmed down.

The whole building has 15 floors. She knew that Ji Moyang lived upstairs, but she didn't expect to live on the 9th floor.

Look at Song Mianmian again, wearing a loose bathrobe with no makeup on, but a pair of high heels on her feet.

With her toes, she knew she did it on purpose.

Song Mianmian pulled the bathrobe at the neckline, revealing the ambiguous marks on her chest, and looked at her provocatively, "What's the matter?"

The ambiguous red marks came into Song Qianxi's eyes, and her heart skipped a beat, she suddenly understood what was going on with the frequent voices last night, she was not sad but depressed.

Feeling as lost as if her doll had been snatched away for many years, she slowly took a breath and said, "This building is not your family's residence. Please be careful and don't disturb me."

"So you're doing it for this." Song Mianmian chuckled, and said in a flaunting tone: "I can't help it. I can't take care of so much when I'm in love. Please bear with me. We will try to keep our voices down as much as possible in the future, or Change places."

She smiled charmingly, her face was radiant, and she carried the superior posture of a winner.

It is also very easy to make people think about what they say.

Song Qianxi was disgusted by her, and she really used all means to stimulate herself. She was too lazy to talk nonsense, and warned coldly: "If you make any more noises to disturb my rest, I will tell the property management and let them deal with it."

Song Mianmian leaned against the door frame, appreciating her new manicure with disapproval.

She stopped after walking a few steps, turned her head and continued, "I know your concerns, but I'm not an immoral person. Ji Moyang is yours and I won't snatch it. As for the letter, if you don't provoke me, I will It will rot in your stomach forever."