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

Chapter 146

At noon, Meng Yinyin received a call from Mr. Meng.

Mr. Meng asked her how was her class last night?
"pretty good."

Meng Yinyin swallowed the braised pork rice in her mouth before replying.

"That's good. Ting Yue has such an achievement at such a young age. You should learn more from him."

"I know, don't worry, Grandpa."

"Yinyin!" Old Master Meng suddenly called out to her solemnly.

Meng Yinyin had a hunch that grandpa was going to ask her something very important.

Immediately cheer up and prick up your ears.

"What's the matter, grandpa?"

"Is there no news about your stomach...?"

"..."

Meng Yinyin subconsciously glanced at her flat stomach.

Even if he grows up, he must be made big by himself, not by Song Tingyue.

After a moment of hesitation, she replied, "No."

"Oh, you have been married for such a long time, how come there is no news?"

Mr. Meng was very disappointed, and couldn't help telling Meng Yinyin on the phone: "If there is any news, you must inform grandpa as soon as possible, you understand?"

"I know, I will, grandpa, I'm having dinner, and I'll make a video with you at night."

"Okay, you eat, I'm going to eat."

"Goodbye grandpa."

Meng Yinyin put down her phone and ate braised pork with rice in big mouthfuls.

After dinner, go to Hannah.

There was no class in the afternoon, and I stayed in the studio all afternoon.

Be back at the apartment by [-]pm.

The breakfast she didn't eat on the dining table has been taken away, and the house is clean, obviously someone has come to clean it.

Meng Yinyin strode into the study, but did not see Song Tingyue.

It's already seven o'clock, why hasn't he come yet?
Meng Yinyin picked up the book that she hadn't finished reading last night, and waited while reading it.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

She quickly rushed out to open the door.

In the living room, her steps slowed down again.

Song Tingyue was able to open the door by himself and didn't know how to ring the doorbell. The person who came was definitely not Song Tingyue.

Thinking about it this way, Meng Yinyin became numb.

Opening the door and seeing Song Tingyue's assistant, she asked lazily, "Is there something wrong?"

With a smile on his face, the assistant sent a notebook to Meng Yinyin: "Ma'am, Young Master Ting has a social event tonight and will be back later. Young Master Ting asked me to bring this to you."

"Oh, thank you."

Meng Yinyin took the notebook and opened it casually. What she entered was a line of strong and powerful words.

I don't have time to read the content, but the words are very beautiful.

Meng Yinyin took a closer look, only to be sure that it was not printed, it was all handwritten.

She asked curiously: "Is this written by your family?"

"I don't know, Young Master Ting asked me to give it to you, but he didn't say who wrote it." The assistant took a step back: "The things have been delivered, and I have to go back to Young Master Ting. Goodbye, lady boss."

"goodbye!"

Meng Yinyin closed the door and looked at the notebook in her hand while walking to the study.

The notebook records all the knowledge of enterprise management, and there are many detailed experiences and experiences. It can be seen that the person who took the notes was very attentive.

Meng Yinyin turned to the title page and found the words "Song Tingyue".

The slender fingers touched the three words gently, and read out gently: "Song Tingyue..."

His name is very gentle, lingering on the tip of her tongue, turning into the most beautiful notes.

Late at night, Song Tingyue returned to the apartment.

He drank a lot of wine, his face was slightly tipsy, he straightened his hair and clothes before walking towards the study room with lights on.

When I entered the door, I saw Meng Yinyin curled up on the sofa and fell asleep.

(End of this chapter)