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

Chapter 145 Meng Yinyin, what should I do with you?
Meng Yinyin angrily pushed Song Tingyue away, and ran back to the study.

She sat on the sofa, picked up the book again, and scratched her hair irritably.

Song Tingyue didn't immediately go into the study in the living room, and her mood gradually calmed down.

After a while, she was surprised to find that she didn't hiccup again.

The bastard Song Tingyue doesn't need his help at all, just hiccup himself.

Although she didn't like to read books on business management, Meng Yinyin didn't want to disappoint her grandfather and forced herself to read them.

She looked at it and threw herself into it with all her heart.

After finally finishing a book, Meng Yinyin took out her phone to check the time.

"Oh my god..." she screamed and jumped up.

Unknowingly, it was 12:30, and the dormitory closed at eleven o'clock, so she couldn't go back.

Hearing Meng Yinyin's exclamation, Song Tingyue raised his head and looked at her deeply, but did not speak.

His eyes conveyed what he wanted to say to Meng Yinyin.

Meng Yinyin said angrily, "I still want to go back to the dormitory before eleven o'clock, and it's already 12:30 now."

Are you going to sleep here tonight?

Live with Song Tingyue?
She is very insecure.

Meng Yinyin picked up her bag and walked out quickly: "I'll sleep in the bedroom tonight, you sleep on the sofa."

Before Song Tingyue agreed, she had already ran into the bedroom and locked the door behind her.

"call……"

She let out a long sigh of relief, she was finally safe.

Meng Yinyin leaned against the door to listen to the movement outside.

I'm afraid that Song Tingyue's animal nature will break into the door.

After listening for a long time, there was no sound of footsteps.

Song Tingyue may still be busy.

Meng Yinyin pushed the bedside table against the door before she dared to undress and take a bath.

After taking a bath and lying on the bed, Meng Yinyin tossed and turned, unable to sleep, her mind was full of Song Tingyue.

She knew she shouldn't miss him, but she just couldn't control her mind.

Song Tingyue, what kind of person are you?

She felt that she didn't understand him more and more.

……

Song Tingyue stood at the door of the bedroom for a long time.

The faint moonlight stretched his figure long, lonely and desolate.

There was no expression on that handsome face that had fascinated countless women.

He turned around and walked to the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of red wine and poured it into the decanter, then returned to the study with the wine glass in one hand and the decanter in the other.

All night long, the lights in the study were on.

There is no red sleeves to add fragrance, only to be alone.

……

The next day, when Meng Yinyin got up, Song Tingyue was nowhere to be seen.

On the dining table was a bowl of porridge with preserved eggs and lean meat, a tea egg, and a multigrain pancake, all of which were Meng Yinyin's favorite foods at school.

Is this Song Tingyue showing his affection to her?
Meng Yinyin was so panicked that she didn't even want to eat the breakfast that Song Tingyue had prepared for her.

She will stay away from this beast in clothes in the future.

Pushing open the door of the study, the smell of smoke in the room made her cough.

"Cough cough cough..."

She covered her nose and quickly opened the window to get some air.

The ashtray on the desk was full of cigarette butts, and there was still a half glass of unfinished red wine next to it, and the decanter was completely empty.

Smoking, drinking, and playing with female stars, Song Ting will soon be free from all five poisons!

There is really no cure.

Meng Yinyin poured out the cigarette butt and washed the crystal ashtray before going to school.

She was out of her mind throughout the morning, and took out her mobile phone to look at it from time to time, but there was no call or text message.

She didn't know what she was expecting, and she didn't know why she was sad.

Anyway, the mood is not good.

On the other side at this time, Song Tingyue got angry at the secretary, hugging his head angrily, gnashing his teeth.

Meng Yinyin, what should I do with you?
(There are two more!)
(End of this chapter)