"Hurry and return to your room!" Meng Qingge hurriedly stretched out her hand and patted Little Zhang's back, urging him, "Hurry, hurry! "It's over, it's over!"
Little Zhang twitched his lips, held back his laughter and quickened his pace up the stairs.
Little Zhang left Meng Qingge at the door of the master bedroom on the second floor. Meng Qingge ran in immediately and closed the door with a "peng" sound. Next, there was a "ka" sound as Meng Qingge locked the door from the inside.
"Huff …" Meng Qingge tried her best to open her eyes and let out a long breath. If the door was locked, it would be safe. Even if Ji Wanzhou knew that she was drunk and couldn't get in, he couldn't do anything to her!
Thinking of this, Meng Qingge walked towards the round bed complacently. One walking, one rocking, it was much better than the previous three rocking.