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

Chapter 158 Provoking Discord
Zhang Zihan wiped the tears off his face, and said softly: "Auntie, I'll go first."

Song's mother asked her to stay: "Let's go after eating!"

"No, my father is still in the hospital, disturbing my aunt." Zhang Zihan bowed and walked out quickly.

"Oh, that's fine, go slowly, your Uncle Song and I will visit your father tomorrow."

"Thank you auntie."

When passing by Song Tingyue and Meng Yinyin, Zhang Zihan greeted politely: "President Song, Mrs. Song, hello."

Meng Yinyin's expression was not good when she saw Zhang Zihan appearing in Song's house.

A pair of beautiful big eyes stared at Zhang Zihan closely, and her pace slowed down.

Song Tingyue saw her intention, let go of her hand, and walked towards Mother Song.

Seeing Meng Yinyin staring at her, Zhang Zihan nodded uneasily: "Mrs. Song."

She didn't recognize at all that the glamorous woman in front of her was Meng Yinyin, the buck-toothed girl she despised the most.

She didn't take a shower last night. Meng Yinyin went back to the dormitory at noon to take a shower and change her clothes.

In the afternoon, when I was helping Song's mother choose gifts, I also bought two lipsticks.

It seemed strange to only wear lipstick without makeup, so she put on a light makeup at the counter by the way.

Now she doesn't have the shadow of the buck-toothed girl Meng Yinyin at all.

She is a delicate and beautiful young lady.

The cold eyes were arrogant and disdainful.

It was the first time Zhang Zihan was stared at with such eyes.

Although he came to beg for help, he was still aggrieved.

Her husband will be snatched away, no matter what.

Zhang Zihan suddenly had an idea and thought of a good way.

She smiled slightly: "Mrs. Song, we met before, do you remember?"

"Really, I don't remember." Meng Yinyin raised her head, wrapped her hands around her chest, and pulled it like two to five or eight thousand yuan, deliberately provoking Zhang Zihan.

Zhang Zihan was angry in his heart, but he couldn't show it. He still smiled: "Mrs. Song, do you know Meng Yinyin?"

"I don't know, who is she?"

Meng Yinyin held back her laughter, waiting to see Zhang Zihan's performance.

"Mrs. Song, I don't know if I should say something, but I feel sorry if I don't tell you. President Song has been very close to a woman named Meng Yinyin recently."

"If Ting Yue falls in love with another woman, then I will abdicate to the virtuous. It's no big deal. As for you, don't worry about other people's affairs."

Meng Yinyin snapped back in a blunt manner.

Zhang Zihan's face turned green and then pale, and said embarrassingly: "Since Madam is so open-minded, I won't say more, goodbye!"

"Walk slowly without sending."

Meng Yinyin gave her a cold look, turned her head and walked into the room.

After entering the villa, Mother Song was unwrapping presents.

She ordered the servant to bring in the cake she had ordered.

"Mom, who is that woman?" Meng Yinyin asked, "What is she doing here?"

"You said Zihan, her father is sick, and the company has encountered some problems, so she came to us for help."

Mother Song unpacked the packing box and put out the skin care products, lipsticks, and perfumes selected by Meng Yinyin one by one, smiling all over her face.

"Oh, my son has been raised for 28 years, and he has never given me a gift. He is still careful in his voice and knows what his mother likes, so he will have something to look forward to on his birthday."

Although Mother Song has everything, she still likes the gifts from her son and daughter-in-law very much.

She sprayed the perfume on her wrist as soon as she opened it, and kept praising Meng Yinyin's vision.

She likes the smell of perfume.

(End of this chapter)