Fu Hanzheng went to the parking lot, got into his own car and returned to villa number seven with Yuan Meng.
Seeing that they were back at the place where they met in the morning, Gu Weiwei refused to get out of the car.
"Didn't you say that this is Fu Hanzheng's home? Why did you bring me here?"
Yuan Meng got so annoyed. "Honestly, you have been living with Fu Hanzheng for years and you have two babies with him! Where are you going to go if you are not here?"
Gu Weiwei looked at the woman calmly. "Continue with the story, I never realized that you are so talented as a scriptwriter."
Yuan Meng patted her forehead and said, "Weiwei, let's get out of the car and we can explain everything to you inside the house, alright?"
"No way, look at that Fu man's scary face, I don't want to die here," Gu Weiwei glanced at Fu Hanzheng and whispered.
"He is annoyed by you," Yuan Meng said.