Fresh and tender little Tianhou: Uncle, hold me tight!

Chapter 113 I can't understand her, and I can't kill her
Song Tingyue took a picture with Meng Yinyin in his arms, which was like dropping a bomb in the crowd, and the students who came to the lecture instantly became excited.

Standing on the stage, Meng Yinyin couldn't help but sneer inwardly as she looked at the faces full of jealousy.

Those people must have scolded her in their hearts again.

Meng Yinyin just likes how those people can't understand her, and they can't kill her and they can't do anything.

Are you all angry?

She was secretly happy, and proudly gestured a pair of scissors.

yeah!
I don't know how many people in the audience gritted their silver teeth.

In the next few photos, her expression is much brighter.

But the two small buck teeth in the mouth are more obvious, as conspicuous as they are.

After taking the photo, Meng Yinyin happily bowed to Song Tingyue.

She knew that Song Tingyue would not embarrass her.

Song Tingyue nodded, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Let's have lunch together."

"Okay." Meng Yinyin readily agreed.

Under everyone's gaze, Meng Yinyin returned to her seat briskly.

She was not in the mood to listen to the lecture, but she also listened intently.

This couldn't be heard, she was completely attracted by Song Tingyue.

Unexpectedly, he also has a humorous side.

With his deep magnetic voice and calm and elegant demeanor, he was simply charming, and the 2000 people present could not conceal his brilliance.

He is an utterly otherworldly being.

Meng Yinyin wanted to ask him for an autograph after the lecture.

Because she listened carefully to the lecture, Meng Yinyin found that Song Tingyue was always looking at her.

It seemed that he was talking to her, and the others were just taking advantage of her.

Oops, narcissism again.

Meng Yinyin smiled at Song Tingyue.

She was surprised to find that the corners of his lips seemed to have an upward curve.

Song Tingyue's eyes immediately turned to the other side, and he didn't look at Meng Yinyin again.

Well, it was really her illusion.

Song Tingyue didn't keep looking at her.

The lecture ended almost eleven o'clock, and the rest of the time was left for students to ask questions.

More than half of the 2000 people in the audience raised their hands.

The host picked a girl in the middle.

The girl stood up shyly: "Excuse me, Brother Song, are you married?"

Song Tingyue pursed his lips and smiled lightly: "Everyone is curious about this question?"

All the students answered in unison: "Yes!"

There was laughter in the arena.

Meng Yinyin also laughed from ear to ear.

She was very curious about how Song Tingyue would answer.

Some expectations rose inexplicably in my heart.

He looked at Song Tingyue intently.

Song Tingyue looked at Meng Yinyin, saw her staring at him, the corners of her lips raised slightly, and said in a deep voice, "I will introduce my wife to everyone later."

"Ah..." He whispered in disappointment.

Sure enough, a good man either has a boyfriend or someone else's husband.

Hopeless!

Meng Yinyin did not expect Song Tingyue to answer so sweetly.

Ouch, "my wife" is so nasty.

Hmph, smelly and shameless.

The students in the back all asked questions around Song Tingyue's wife.

"Brother Song, is your wife beautiful?"

"Brother Song, do you love your wife?"

"Excuse me, Senior Brother Song, how did you and your wife meet?"

"Senior Brother Song, your wife..."

The students scrambled to ask Song Tingyue questions, the scene got out of control, and the audience exploded.

The host couldn't hold it anymore.

Song Tingyue said politely and elegantly: "Thank you for your kindness to my wife. Today's lecture ends here."

(End of this chapter)