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

Chapter 67 Single Dog

Meng Yinyin is wearing a red dress today.

It's not that she wants to wear a red dress, but that Song Tingyue only has red clothes here.

Presumably Song's mother bought it for her, a wardrobe full of red.

She chose the simplest and plainest dress to wear, but it was astonishingly beautiful.

Her skin was already white, but it was set off by the red dress, making it as white as snow.

Sensing Song Tingyue's gaze, Meng Yinyin lowered her head in embarrassment.

For some reason, she always felt uncomfortable when Song Tingyue was around.

His eyes were like needles, and he kept pricking her.

It made her uncomfortable.

Meng Yinyin sat down opposite Song Tingyue, and a servant brought her hot milk.

Song's mother suppressed a smile, and asked with an ambiguous expression: "Yinyin, were you tired last night?"

"..."

Should this kind of issue be discussed at the dinner table?
Thinking of Song Tingyue pressing on her last night, with his gentle eyes, low voice, and provocative breath, her bones were all shattered.

Mother Song saw Meng Yinyin's blushing turned into a monkey's butt, she covered her mouth and giggled non-stop.

Song Tingyue's deep eyes swept across Meng Yinyin lightly, and his lips raised: "Mom, you will have no friends if you chat like this."

Meng Yinyin didn't expect Song Tingyue to help her out, so she glanced at him gratefully.

Song's mother's face was serious: "So you also know that if you chat to death, you will have no friends. Today, you are so embarrassed to talk about me. Why don't you think about what you usually say when you chat? No friends, no friends, I think you will be the first No friends."

Song Tingyue said nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter if you don't have friends, as long as you have a wife."

"..."

Before breakfast, I ate a handful of dog food.

Mother Song looked at the bird's nest in front of her and lost her appetite.

Song's father on the side didn't speak, but his face was full of relief that "although my son was late, he finally knew how to make cabbage".

Meng Yinyin secretly glared at Song Tingyue.

This guy is so gross, I can't stand it.

Even if you're acting, you don't have to be so involved!
As if she really had an affair with him.

Meng Yinyin buried her head in her meal, and left quickly after eating, so as not to get burned.

When the two went out, Song's mother told Song Tingyue: "Son, do you know the two elements of going shopping with a girl?"

"What two elements?"

Is there such a thing as shopping around?
"You, you, I knew you didn't know." Mother Song shook her head in disappointment: "Of course, you need to swipe your card quickly, and your posture must be handsome!"

Mother Song turned around and took her husband's arm, and said triumphantly, "Your dad goes shopping with me, and it's a quick way to swipe the card, and the posture is also very handsome, more like your dad."

This is clearly waiting for an opportunity to retaliate.

Song Tingyue refused the big bowl of dog food, grabbed Meng Yinyin's wrist, and pulled her away.

When he got to the car, he let go of his hand.

Meng Yinyin kept her head down, not daring to look at him.

Stretching out his hand to pull the car door, he was horrified to find that his wrist was turned red by Song Tingyue.

Five finger prints remained on her snow-white skin.

Song Tingyue also saw it.

I didn't expect Meng Yinyin's skin to be so tender. He just pulled it and left a mark. If he took a bite, wouldn't it be swollen for several months.

Meng Yinyin caressed her wrist and muttered angrily, "It's so rude, no wonder you're still single at this age, and you want to find a fake wife to lie to your parents."

rude?

He is rude?
Song Tingyue's handsome face suddenly darkened: "Meng Yinyin, what did you say?"

Every word, with the ruthlessness of gnashing teeth.

(End of this chapter)