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

Chapter 157 Take the opportunity to eat her tofu
"Oh……"

How can she still be in the mood to eat now!

Wait, he just said go home, which home?

Meng Yinyin looked at Song Tingyue with doubts in her eyes.

Song Tingyue seemed to be able to see through her thoughts, and replied lightly: "Go back to my house, today is my mother's birthday."

"Have you bought a present yet?"

Meng Yinyin was a little surprised, today turned out to be her mother-in-law's birthday, why didn't Song Tingyue say it earlier, she didn't prepare anything yet.

"No, let's go shopping together."

"it is good."

On the way to buy gifts, Meng Yinyin contacted the dessert shop she frequented on WeChat, ordered a birthday cake, and picked it up in an hour.

"What does your mother like?"

Meng Yinyin thought about it for a long time, but she didn't think of what gift to buy Song's mother.

Mother Song doesn't lack for anything, no matter how thoughtful the gift is, it's just icing on the cake.

"grandson!"

Before Song Tingyue finished speaking, Meng Yinyin glared at him.

She knew that Song Tingyue shouldn't be asked this question.

The last time she asked Song Tingyue what Song's mother likes, he answered the same way.

Of course she knew that Mother Song wanted her grandson the most, but the grandson didn't just buy it if he wanted it.

That needs to be at the right time, place and people.

"Is there nothing your mother likes other than her grandson?"

Meng Yinyin was a little annoyed, it was really hard to talk to Song Tingyue.

"No." Song Tingyue answered very simply.

"..."

Forget it, don't ask him.

Meng Yinyin looked for the answer on the Internet by herself.

In the end, Meng Yinyin went to pick out a set of top skin care products, a bottle of perfume and ten lipsticks for Song's mother.

These things, no matter how many women are too many.

After picking things out, Meng Yinyin took out her card to pay the bill, when Song Tingyue suddenly held her hand.

"I come!"

Meng Yinyin shook her head again and again: "No, no, no, I gave these to your mother, and I have to pay."

"You pay and I pay, is there any difference?" Song Tingyue slightly curled his lips, his voice was so gentle that it made goose bumps.

Song Tingyue's words made Meng Yinyin's heart tremble, and she stammered: "There is a difference... Of course there is a difference... This is my heart..."

While Meng Yinyin was talking, Song Tingyue had already handed the black card to the shopping guide and asked her to check out.

"You are so domineering!" Meng Yinyin muttered dissatisfied.

"You just met me today?"

Song Tingyue raised his sword eyebrows, his arrogance was outrageous.

"Hate."

Meng Yinyin curled her lips and turned to look at the shopping guide wrapping the gift she had chosen.

Resting her cheeks on her hands, she watched seriously, her delicate appearance was very cute.

Song Tingyue kept looking at her, his eyes were as gentle as the bright starry sky.

And the shopping guide at the counter sneaked a peek at Song Tingyue from time to time, his eyes filled with pink bubbles.

The shopping guide drooled and said enviously, "Ma'am, your husband treats you so well."

"He's not good, he's going to rob him when he pays, I hate him to death."

Meng Yinyin complained inadvertently, but showed the dog food on the shopping guide's face.

It attracted countless envious and jealous eyes.

It was Meng Yinyin's first visit to Song Tingyue's parents' house.

It is a French-style manor located in Guannan Mountain. There are many grapes planted in the manor. It is not yet the season for the grapes to mature, but the roses are in full bloom.

Song Tingyue got out of the car and grabbed Meng Yinyin's hand, while his other hand was holding the gift Meng Yinyin bought.

"Let go!"

Meng Yinyin wanted to shake off his hand, but he held it tighter.

Did this stinky rascal take the opportunity to eat her tofu?
asshole!

"Don't make trouble, my mother is out."

Meng Yinyin, who was originally impatient, immediately showed the sweetest smile.

But when Meng Yinyin saw the person following Song's mother, the smile on her face froze.

How is she here?
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