第八章 爱情线

苏晚心里咯噔一下，这林薇薇……她怎么会在这儿？还用这种眼神看阿绣？那副嘴脸跟阿绣肚子里的蛀虫似的，真是恶心。 她赶紧缩回身后，小心脏怦怦直跳，生怕被林薇薇发现了。林薇薇勾着个浅笑，像只高傲的孔雀，慢悠悠洗着手，每一下都优雅得像在表演。她看着阿绣的眼神，轻蔑得好像阿绣是什么见不得人的东西。 “哼，”苏晚在心里低骂一声，“贱女人，少得意忘形。”她握紧了拳头，指甲几乎要嵌进肉里。阿绣这种性格，肯定会被这女人欺负的。 正想着，洗手间的门“咔哒”一声打开了。林薇薇拿着一条浴巾走出来，看到阿绣还杵在那儿，眉头立刻一挑。她慢悠悠走过去，伸手就要去碰阿绣的脸，嘴里还嘟囔着：“哟，这不是苏家小可怜吗？怎么，想学我啊？” 阿绣吓得后退一步，肩膀撞到了墙。林薇薇的手停在了半空中，嘴角扯出一抹得意的笑：“怎么，害怕了？呵，也不看看你是什么身份，也配跟我比？”她簧簧作响的声音，像根针一样扎进苏晚心里。 苏晚 clenched her fists, trying to hold back a curse. She didn't dare show her face, but she could hear the mocking laughter clearly. The feeling of being watched by a vulture was unbearable. At this moment, the door opened again, and Qin Mo entered. He saw the scene in the bathroom and frowned slightly. He walked over and stopped in front of them. "What are you doing here?" Qin Mo's voice was low and cold, like ice, sending chills down everyone's spine. Lin Weiwei immediately became defensive, folding her arms: "I'm just making sure sister-in-law doesn't hurt herself."