Mr. Song, ask for a thigh

Chapter 73
In the air, no one answered, but from Qian Mengmeng's facial expressions, the audience seemed to see a real person standing there.

"As expected of a senior, even the notes are so beautiful!" Qian Mengmeng made a gesture of turning the pages of the book, followed by a very funny-looking jump.

It took off very low and landed very heavy, like a fat man.

Su Jingman beside her laughed out loud, "This kid is so cute."

Song Huaijin's face was sullen, and there was no smile on the corners of her lips.He unconsciously clenched his hands hanging on the sofa, and a sentence rang in his mind.

Those are the words in the mouth of the TV, which exists like air, "Don't jump, if you jump again, there will be an earthquake."

As if responding to him, Qian Mengmeng's next line was, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I weigh 140 catties, and even a typhoon won't blow me away!"

"Hahahaha, what a mess." Su Jingman laughed so hard that she couldn't close her mouth from ear to ear.

Until now, Song Huaijin was almost certain in her heart that what Qian Mengmeng performed on the TV screen was the conversation between Kong Menglong and herself back then.

He still remembered that Kong Menglong's silly hat was snatched by a boy in the class not long after he took the notes.That boy was broadcasting to the whole school, and the dinosaur girl in junior high school stole the notes of the school grass Afterglow.

Because of this matter, the dean made a special report on putting an end to puppy love, and even put an end to other adverse events caused by puppy love.

In order to get back his lecture notes, Yu Hui also asked Qian Mengmeng for this.

He was gentle and didn't blame her. He even encouraged her to study hard, and specially copied a note for her to use later.

Sure enough, what Qian Mengmeng acted afterwards was exactly the same as the facts in his memory.

When she finished her performance and stood behind the stage, Song Huaijin got up from the sofa.

Su Jingman asked him strangely, "Don't you see the result?"

"I'll go out for a while." Song Huaijin walked towards the gate with a sullen face.

Hearing the sound, the butler quickly came up and handed him the coat hanging on the coat hook, "Do you want to call the driver?"

"No, give me the key."

……

With a speed of 140km/h, the red LaFerrari is roaring at high speed on the streets of the city at night.

The late autumn night wind poured in from the half-open car window with chills, making Song Huaijin's windbreaker rattle.

In the bluetooth headset is Pei Hang's voice, "Yu Hui, graduated from Yucheng High School, studied in the United States for 6 years, received a master's degree in management from Columbia University, and is currently the Senior Operations Manager of the Greater China Region of JEFF Group.

According to rumors, his girlfriend is an unknown starlet and they have been dating for three years.

President Song, Yu Hui's girlfriend..."

"I see." Song Huaijin cut off the call and tightened his hands holding the steering wheel.

Qian Mengmeng, afterglow?

Did Yu Hui tell her about Kong Menglong, or...

After biting her teeth, Song Huaijin stepped on the accelerator again.

Qian Mengmeng, who are you? !

……

When Qian Mengmeng met Yu Hui, the atmosphere was relaxed and joyful.

After the two had dinner, they went to watch another popular movie. Seeing that it was getting late, they reluctantly planned to part.

Yu Hui drove and sent Qian Mengmeng outside the community.

After getting out of the car, Qian Mengmeng stood beside the street with big bags and small bags of gifts, tilting her head and shaking hands at Yu Hui, "I'm going in, send a WeChat message when you get home."

With one hand in his trouser pocket and the other holding on to the wall of the car, Yu Hui looked towards the neighborhood, "You really don't want me to take you in?"

"No need, our community is very safe, you can rest assured and go back early." Qian Mengmeng lifted up several shopping bags with both hands, "Hey, thank you sister-in-law for me."

"Okay, send me a WeChat message when you get home." Yu Hui nodded, stretched out his right hand and patted Qian Mengmeng's head, turned around and opened the car door, and sat back in the driver's seat.

After a while, the gray BMW M4 drove out of Qian Mengmeng's field of vision.

(End of this chapter)