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

Chapter 132

The next day, when Meng Yinyin woke up, Song Tingyue was nowhere to be seen.

Seeing himself sleeping on the bed, he was a little dazed.

Did Song Tingyue carry her up, or did she climb up by herself?
She touched the bed beside her. There were traces of someone sleeping, but there was no residual body temperature.

Meng Yinyin shook her head, trying to clear her mind.

Regardless of brushing her teeth and washing her face, she picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table and called Hana.

I don't know what happened to Sister Na and Song Tingyue last night.

She didn't dare to ask, for fear that Song Ting would become suspicious.

I suffocated to death all night.

After a dozen rings, the phone finally connected.

Hai Na's sleepy voice came: "It's early in the morning, what's the matter?"

"Sister Na, how was your dinner with Song Tingyue last night?"

What Meng Yinyin wanted to ask the most was, did she sleep with Song Tingyue?

Did you go to bed?
Urgent, urgent, online and so on.

Hearing the words "Song Tingyue", Hai Na lost all sleepiness.

She complained angrily: "Mr. Song must be crooked. If he is not crooked, he is impotent. I drank so much wine last night and deliberately got myself drunk to give him a chance. He didn't even lay hands on me. I ... I... really pissed me off..."

All over the body, there was only a headache, and she hoped that the painful place would not hurt at all.

Her self-esteem was shattered to pieces.

Hearing Hai Na's complaint, Meng Yinyin couldn't help laughing: "Sister Na, don't be like this...Are you trying to laugh me to death? Hahaha..."

"Don't laugh!" Hana said sternly, "If you laugh any more, I'll cut you off."

Meng Yinyin said quickly: "Okay, okay, don't laugh, you must be uncomfortable now after drinking so much wine last night, or you can sleep at home in the morning, and we will go to the recording studio in the afternoon."

"Don't sleep anymore, the male god hasn't slept yet, how can I still sleep, get up and start work."

"Alright, by the way, Sister Na, what did you and Mr. Song talk about over dinner?"

"I almost forgot if you didn't ask." Haina yawned, and said slowly, "Mr. Song wants to invest in our studio, and then let us sign new people and train new people."

"That's great."

Song Tingyue's proposal was very much to Meng Yinyin's liking.

She has also thought about this problem, and when she realizes her dream, she will retreat behind the scenes and become a boss, cultivating talented singers.

"Yes, yes, but I always feel that Mr. Song is a bit strange."

"What's weird?"

"I can't tell. It's the first time I've seen such an unfathomable person. I can't figure out what he's thinking. I don't know why he invested in our studio. Could it be that he has too much money? Local flowers."

It stands to reason that she should be happy when the big boss comes to her to spend money, but Hana just can't be happy.

My heart is hanging.

Haina's question went round and round in Meng Yinyin's head, and finally she thought of the answer.

Because Song Ting liked Fei Yin more and more!
This must be the case for him to invest in their studio.

Meng Yinyin smiled and said, "Sister Na, don't think too complicatedly. Mr. Song likes my songs, so he will invest in our studio. This is normal!"

"I hope, I hope I'm worrying too much." Haina scratched her head and shouted, "Get up and move the bricks!"

Meng Yinyin couldn't help laughing.

After the phone call, Meng Yinyin was in a good mood and hummed while brushing her teeth.

Out of the corner of his eye he caught something.

Taking a closer look, it was Song Tingyue's watch.

He forgot his watch on the washstand.

(Please recommend, Young Master Ting deliberately forgot his watch. Guess what he wants to do? Hahaha, Young Master Ting with a black belly!)
(End of this chapter)