Mr. Song, ask for a thigh

Chapter 81
"Ruan Ruan, if you continue like this, let alone a husband, he doesn't even have one." Qian Mengmeng pulled her away from her body, and said seriously.

Du Ruan, a house girl, since she cut off ties with her family and moved out, her only income on weekdays is writing manuscripts and selling scripts.

But in the past few years, after being hit by stolen scripts, she wrote very few scripts and sold even fewer.

So, generally speaking, except for the rent and food and drink money, she has no spare money, she is a poor ghost.

However, this poor ghost has no resistance to all kinds of figurines, humanoid pillows and other animation peripherals, so he often has high debts and asks for charity.

As one of Du Ruan's best friends, Qian Mengmeng is Du Ruan's biggest creditor and also his most reliable benefactor.

"From yesterday to today, I have discarded a full 15 characters." With his hands raised, Du Ruan's voice was crying, "When I looked at those words, I only thought of one thing, what the hell!"

Qian Mengmeng patted her on the shoulder and comforted her, "Since it's not a joke, just write it again, it's fine."

Du Ruan: "..."

Sighing, Du Ruan pursed her lips, and picked Qian Mengmeng's clothes with her fingers like an old nanny, "Where did Xiao Lang's hooves go, he came back so late."

As soon as this was mentioned, Qian Mengmeng's face instantly became limp.She looked at Du Ruan and confided with sadness in her eyes, "Mr. Song, he saw my ID card."

"What?" Du Ruan's eyes widened upon hearing this.

"He saw my identity..."

"Are you looking for Song Huaijin?" Du Ruan shouted, interrupting Qian Mengmeng's words.

After the words were finished, she stretched out her hand and pulled Qian Mengmeng's collar, and looked hard, "Where did he touch you?"

"Ruan Ruan, don't make trouble!" Qian Mengmeng held her down, "I'm serious."

Du Ruan paused, let go of his hand and pushed away a little.

"I said Qian Mengmeng, your brain has been kicked by a donkey, what do you care about this. So what if you see it, maybe you can change back after seeing it, don't be ridiculous!"

"Will he think that I..."

"Plastic surgery?" Du Ruan twitched his lips, and waved his hands in disgust, "There are a lot of plastic surgery in the circle, even Qiao Shiyun has had it done, Gao Hang will still praise her.

Besides, he won't marry you, so it doesn't matter if you fix it or not, as long as you look good now. "

Du Ruan's words left Qian Mengmeng stunned for a moment.

After a while, she swallowed her saliva and asked weakly, "Does it matter if you get married?"

Shaking her head, Du Ruan grabbed Qian Mengmeng and explained to her carefully, "When you get married, you have to have a baby. Of course you have to care about whether the baby looks good after birth! If the wife is ugly, the baby will be fine. "

give birth……

Thinking of something, Qian Mengmeng's face became hot, and she bit her lip involuntarily.

"Oh, I'll go, Ah Meng, what kind of obscene things are in your head, come and tell me."

"Don't say it, don't say it, you can't say it!"

Blushing and avoiding Du Ruan's arm, Qian Mengmeng quickly ran back to the bedroom and closed the door behind her.

With her back against the door, the lingering image of Song Huaijin pressing her down was still in her mind.

The scorching, masculine body pressed on top of her, bringing terrible throbbing.

Reaching out her hand subconsciously, Qian Mengmeng touched her lips.

Immediately, she waved away as if she had been scalded, "Qian Mengmeng, don't think about it anymore! You have to remember, you must be absolutely loyal to your big brother, and don't be a nymphomaniac!"

(End of this chapter)