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

Chapter 66 The Ambiguous Breath

"Look if I dare!" Song Tingyue scowled, with a vicious look on his face.

Meng Yinyin trembled in fright.

The next second, Song Tingyue put his hand on Meng Yinyin's waist and scratched for a while.

"Ah...hahaha...don't...ahhahaha...help...help...hahaha..."

Meng Yinyin is not afraid of heaven and earth, but is afraid of tickling.

Her waist is the most sensitive, and anyone who touches it will get goose bumps, let alone scratching hard.

In order to avoid Song Tingyue's attack, Meng Yinyin rolled on the bed like crazy.

Song Tingyue raised his long leg and pressed it directly on her body, making her unable to move.

"Stop...stop...I was wrong I was wrong...hahaha..."

Meng Yinyin was out of breath from laughing, and her pretty face was flushed.

"Song Tingyue...please forgive me...I...I can't take it anymore..."

After being punished by Song Tingyue, Meng Yinyin couldn't stand up anymore, begging for mercy repeatedly.

Song Tingyue just stopped and looked down at her, his deep pupils shone with a strange light.

"I want to sleep."

She turned her face away, not daring to look directly at Song Tingyue again.

There is an ambiguous atmosphere in the air.

"Yeah." Song Tingyue's Adam's apple heaved a few times, stood up abruptly, returned to the sofa and sat down, continuing to deal with work.

His tense handsome face was still cold, as if the gentle man just now was not him.

Everything is back to the way it was.

Meng Yinyin shrank into the quilt, clutching her chest, her heart still beating wildly.

She secretly told herself that the sooner Song Ting died, no matter how handsome or attractive he was, she couldn't like him, otherwise she would be in great pain after he died.

Thinking that Song Tingyue's life would not be long, the boiling blood in Meng Yinyin's body slowly cooled down.

Song Tingyue stared at the back of Meng Yinyin's dark head, the hand holding the pen tightened unconsciously, the veins on the back of the hand were protruding, and the joints were turning white.

The thin lips were pursed into a line.

The whole person is as cold as if frozen in ice.

……

The next day was Saturday, Sister Na called Meng Yinyin to go to the studio.

Seeing Meng Yinyin going downstairs with her bag, Mother Song asked curiously, "Yinyin, are you going out?"

"Yeah, my friend asked me to go shopping." Meng Yinyin made an excuse casually.

Song's mother pushed Song Tingyue who was eating breakfast: "It happens that Tingyue is fine, so I will go with you."

Last night Song's mother returned to her room after listening to the corner, smiling in her dream, and even more so when she woke up in the morning.

She wished that her son and daughter-in-law would be locked up in the room all day to make a villain so that they would not come out.

Meng Yinyin waved her hand: "No, no, I'll go by car. Tingyue is a big man and he doesn't like shopping, so don't bother him."

Song's mother quickly said: "He doesn't like shopping, but you need him to swipe his card to carry things for shopping, so bring Ting Yue with you!"

Meng Yinyin laughed dumbly.

It really is my mother!
"Then ask Ting Yue if he wants to go."

Mother Song snapped back and said, "Of course he is willing."

Don't give Song Tingyue a chance to speak at all.

Song Tingyue pursed his lips, and took out a tissue to wipe off the milk stains on the corners of his lips.

Lifting her long and narrow phoenix eyes, she looked at Meng Yinyin, and her dark eyes shone like sunlight.

(Happy New Year, babies, have you eaten enough to receive the big red envelope? Xiaxia is still coding during Chinese New Year, please comfort me!)
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