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

Chapter 130 Occupying Half the Bed

Meng Yinyin was very upset. Although she didn't have confidence in herself, she didn't dare to say anything in front of Mr. Meng.

She nodded: "Grandpa, don't worry, I will work hard."

"Okay, okay..." Mr. Meng showed a gratified smile on his vicissitudes of life: "From next week, Ting Yue will spare time to give you lessons, and you will be his secretary as an intern in your senior year."

"Uh……"

Meng Yinyin was suffering and couldn't tell.

Facing Song Tingyue's paralyzed face every day, I would have nightmares!

……

At night, Meng Yinyin took a bath and lay down on the bed to apply a mask.

She made many calls to Hana but no one answered.

The mood is inevitably impetuous.

Could it be that Sister Na and Song Tingyue have...

Meng Yinyin's mind was filled with images of Hai Na and Song Tingyue's ups and downs, and her heart felt uncomfortable.

Suddenly, the sound of a car came.

Who is here?
She jumped up and ran to the window.

A sports car drives into the garden.

Getting closer, getting closer, she finally saw clearly that it was Song Tingyue's car.

Why is Song Tingyue here?

Isn't he with Sister Na?

The lump of air stuck in his chest suddenly eased a lot.

Meng Yinyin lay back on the bed again, playing with her phone as if nothing had happened.

After a while, she heard footsteps going upstairs.

Steady and strong footsteps came towards her room.

Her heart reached her throat, and even her breathing became cautious.

The door opened, she sat up, looked at Song Tingyue, and asked pretending not to care, "Why are you here?"

While asking questions, Meng Yinyin carefully looked at Song Tingyue.

Seeing that his hair was meticulous and his clothes were still the same as in the morning, he felt much more comfortable.

"Your grandpa called me."

Song Tingyue walked into the room as he spoke, and closed the door behind him.

As soon as he came, the huge room was filled with his breath.

Smelling Song Tingyue's scent, Meng Yinyin's heart beat uncontrollably.

He smells really good.

The faint scent of Long Yanxiang mixed with his unique scent, it is full of masculinity.

Calming her mind, Meng Yinyin nodded: "Oh, my grandpa called you here, let me just say, why did you come here suddenly!"

She suddenly remembered something, and asked nervously, "You won't be staying here tonight, will you?"

"Otherwise?" Song Tingyue pulled off his tie and raised his eyebrows evilly.

"But my room has only one bed and no sofa..."

Meng Yinyin was in trouble.

After the second uncle and aunt moved out, she moved back to her room, which was next to Mr. Meng's room.

If Song Tingyue went to sleep in the guest room and was discovered by his grandfather, then the fake marriage between the two would be hidden.

Meng Yinyin didn't dare to take the risk, so she could only keep Song Tingyue in her room for the night.

But what about this night?
She lifted the quilt and got out of bed, opened the wardrobe, only to find a thin quilt.

You can't let Song Tingyue use this thin bed, can you?

Song Tingyue saw Meng Yinyin's entanglement, and said lightly: "Your bed is big enough, half for each person!"

He is not discussing with her, but has already made a decision.

Ask for her half bed!

Hearing this, Meng Yinyin hugged herself subconsciously, and looked at him in horror: "No!"

Song Ting looked at her coldly, and lightly opened his thin lips: "You have two choices now, either share half of the bed with me, or I will tell your grandfather now that you and I are a fake marriage and cannot sleep together."

He clearly only gave her one choice!

Meng Yinyin's teeth were itching with anger: "Song Tingyue, you are cruel!"

"Thank you." Song Tingyue pursed his lips viciously, with the little arrogance of succeeding in a trick.

There are smiles in the corners of the brows and eyes.

(End of this chapter)