Mr. Song, ask for a thigh

Chapter 43
Song Huaijin's pupils shrank, and he backed away calmly, but still looked down at her from a close distance.

"Qian Mengmeng."

"exist……"

"Do you still dare to drink the water handed over by others in the future?"

Drink whatever you want, the water someone handed you?
Qian Mengmeng didn't know what Song Huaijin meant by saying this, her thoughts were still stuck in the panic of being drugged.

Sniffing, she looked up at Song Huaijin, "How long will it take for this drug to kick in?"

Song Huaijin: "..."

"I know you despise me, so you won't do anything to me." When Qian Mengmeng said this, her eyes didn't blink, and there was a little firmness in her eyes.

Where Song Huaijin couldn't see, she couldn't help curling up her hands hidden behind her back between the sofa and her body.

She's not sure he won't do something to her!Ruan Ruan said that men are lower body animals, I can't believe it!

Song Huaijin pursed her lips, took two steps back, and sat on the other sofa beside her.

"You're still a little self-aware," he said.

"Well, of course, I'm ugly."

"It's stupid."

At this time, everything he said was right.

Although she felt a little sad, Qian Mengmeng nodded tactfully.

It's really stupid.

Song Huaijin raised her eyelids, picked up the phone next to her, dialed an internal number, "Ask the kitchen to bring up some food."

……

Qian Mengmeng couldn't help swallowing as she looked at the food on the dining table that looked like it would make people's index fingers move.

smell good……

In front of the food, her stomach groaned in disappointment.

Gulu Gulu, one sound after another.

Swallowing again, Qian Mengmeng mustered up the courage to look at Song Huaijin, "I'm so hungry."

The moment the food was pushed in by the dining car, she suddenly remembered that she hadn't eaten anything tonight.

Song Huaijin didn't sit at the dining table, he was still sitting on the sofa in the living room.

Hearing Qian Mengmeng's words from a distance that sounded like he was talking to himself, but was actually begging for food, the corners of his lips raised slightly, "Huh?"

"Well, as the saying goes, when you are full and warm, you think about sex. No matter what you are going to do next, at least let me fill my stomach first, and be a full ghost before going on the road."

In Qian Mengmeng's eyes, there was a strong hint of pleading, and she looked a little pitiful.

Full of warmth and thoughts... full of dead ghosts... on the road?
Song Huaijin was speechless, he rolled his eyelids, "It's up to you."

Whatever she is?Do you mean she can eat whatever she wants?

Qian Mengmeng became happy in an instant. She picked up the spoon on the table, and without thinking about the choice, she took a spoonful of eight-treasure rice that was closest to her and put it into her mouth.

The warm and delicious taste in the mouth slides over the taste buds along the tip of the tongue, bringing indescribable comfort.

"Delicious!" Qian Mengmeng was about to cry out of happiness.

She reached out and took another prawn, deftly peeled off the shell, and put it in her mouth.

So fresh, so delicious, so good!

Song Huaijin was sitting on the sofa, seeing that she hardly stopped eating, she was eating quickly, her mouth was pouted, and she squinted her eyes to look happy from time to time, she felt a little funny in her heart.

He got up and was about to lift his foot, but Qian Mengmeng suddenly stopped, as if someone had pressed the stop button.

After a while, she turned her head and looked at him blankly.

"Drug, when will it happen?"

When she said this, she held up the crab leg, mouthful of oil, and was extremely stupid.

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　　Dumb Meng is so stupid... Seeing how stupid she is, can you take pity on her and give me some recommendation tickets? QQ
　　


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