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

Chapter 20 Go, get married!
Seeing Meng Yinyin smiling so happily, the corners of Song Tingyue's lips twitched slightly: "Did you pick up the money?"

"It's better than picking up money!" Meng Yinyue said with a chuckle: "Tonight's big meal is so worth it."

"Ah."

Song Tingyue raised his eyes to look at Bai Zichen, his eyes were filled with a gloomy light.

When Meng Yinyin ran towards Song Tingyue, Zhang Zihan and Bai Zichen turned their heads together.

Song Tingyue stood there like a perfect statue.

The cold and noble ascetic temperament exudes an indifference that repulses people for thousands of miles, making people afraid to approach.

"Wow, so handsome!"

Zhang Zihan couldn't help but exclaimed.

And the lively and lovely Meng Yinyin is like an elf, standing with the aloof Song Tingyue, there is no sense of disobedience.

Zhang Zihan gave Bai Zichen a cold look, and said sarcastically, "Don't look, he has a boyfriend, he's still rich."

Bai Zichen looked away unwillingly, and walked out.

When he walked past Meng Yinyin and Song Tingyue, he gave Song Tingyue a cold look with his arrogant eyes.

What's so great about having money, he will become a big star in the future, and money will not be a problem at all.

Not in the mood to continue eating, Bai Zichen took his backpack and left.

Zhang Zihan followed him closely.

"Zichen, Zichen, walk slowly, wait for me..."

Both Bai Zichen and Zhang Zihan left, and Meng Yinyin was in a good mood.

After returning to her seat, she asked the waiter to pour her another glass of wine.

The cup just now was to drink away sorrow, but this cup is to celebrate.

"Song Tingyue, I wish you more handsome and richer, cheers!"

Meng Yinyin raised her wine glass and drank the red wine in the glass after speaking.

After drinking one glass, ask for another.

In the end, Meng Yinyin didn't even know how many glasses she drank.

She felt a little dizzy before she stopped.

With her hand on her chin, she smirked: "Song Tingyue, if I had known you were so handsome, I wouldn't have broken off the engagement!"

At this moment, she looked at Song Tingyue more obsessively than she looked at Boston Lobster.

"Regret?"

Song Tingyue raised his eyebrows with a wicked smile on his lips.

"Well, I regret it!" Meng Yinyin nodded cutely: "No wonder grandpa wants to sever ties with me, let alone grandpa, even I want to strangle myself."

"You're quite self-aware."

The smile in Song Tingyue's eyes deepened.

"I've always been self-aware." Meng Yinyin stuck out her tongue mischievously: "I'm so ugly that I shouldn't come out to scare people."

After she finished speaking, she buried her head under the table.

Song Ting looked at her leisurely.

After a while, Meng Yinyin suddenly raised her head.

She put on glasses and braces, and made an ugly face on purpose.

Seeing Meng Yinyin's face changed, Song Ting was startled for a second and then smiled.

"It's really ugly."

"Song Tingyue, you look so pretty when you smile."

Meng Yinyin pursed her lips, bared her buck teeth, and smiled foolishly: "Hey hey!"

"idiot."

Song Tingyue's slender fingers curled up to cover his mouth, covering up a deeper and deeper smile.

"Song Tingyue, let's get married!"

Meng Yinyin suddenly became serious and looked at him with burning eyes.

"Now?" Song Ting stopped laughing.

"Well, now, do you dare?"

"What's the good of marrying you?"

He is an early riser.

He will not do anything that is not beneficial!

Meng Yinyin winked at Song Tingyue: "Skin white and beautiful with long legs, you can do it during the day, and you can have sex at night. Is this good enough?"

"Let's go!"

"where to?"

"marry."

Although Meng Yinyin was drunk, she also knew that it was night and the Civil Affairs Bureau was off work.

It turned out that Song Tingyue was more drunk than her.

She covered her mouth and snickered: "Okay, let's go, let's get married!"

(End of this chapter)