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

Chapter 159 She is so handsome

Hearing that Song's mother only praised herself and not Song Tingyue, Meng Yinyin couldn't help but said, "Mom, Tingyue and I picked it together."

Mother Song curled her lips: "Don't mention him, he is the most useless."

She knew that what she wanted most was her grandson, but she just refused to let her wish.

Now she fantasizes every day, getting up in the morning and receiving a call from her son, informing her that she will be a grandmother in eight months.

But after waiting day after day, she never received a call informing her that she was ready to become a grandma.

Every time I asked, my son was perfunctory.

After all, it's still a bastard who doesn't work hard. If he works hard, he should be pregnant by now.

The more Song's mother thought about it, the angrier she became, and the way she looked at Song Tingyue became more and more strange.

"Mom, you will get wrinkles when you are angry." Song Tingyue reminded kindly.

"Hmph!" Mother Song glared at him, and immediately issued an ultimatum: "If you don't get pregnant next month, don't go to the company. He Yinyin stays at home 24 hours a day, don't even think about going anywhere."

Mother Song was really anxious.

No matter what method is used, Meng Yinyin must be pregnant with a child.

If Song Tingyue does not go to the company for a few days, the company will not collapse, but without children, the entire Song family will collapse.

It was said that it was not Song Tingyue who was most nervous, but Meng Yinyin.

Mother Song wouldn't really lock her up with Song Tingyue, would she?

Meng Yinyin wanted to stand up and protest.

She is not a reproductive tool, she does not want to have children.

I don't know what happened to the surrogate I was looking for. If the surrogate woman conceives a child, she can pretend to be pregnant to hide it.

Thinking of this, Meng Yinyin subconsciously looked at Song Tingyue.

She found that Song Tingyue was also looking at her.

The deep pupils are so black that they shine brightly, making one's heart beat faster just by looking at them, as if under magic.

"This kind of thing, don't rush, don't scare Yinyin."

Song Tingyue stood up as he spoke, walked to Meng Yinyin's side, and put his big hands on her shoulders, his considerate gestures seemed to comfort her.

After being forcefully stuffed with a handful of dog food by her son, Mother Song was delighted in her heart.

While unpacking the skin care products, she said lazily, "If I can't hold my grandson on my birthday next year, I won't have my birthday in the future."

If she can't hold her grandson, what's the point of celebrating her birthday, not even living.

Thinking that her son still had two years to live, her expression darkened.

With tears in his eyes, he lowered his head so that his son and daughter-in-law could not see him.

Mother Song took the gift upstairs, and Meng Yinyin pulled Song Tingyue to the backyard, and asked him in a low voice, "How is the surrogacy going? Is the woman you are looking for pregnant?"

Song Tingyue didn't expect Meng Yinyin to mention this matter, his eyes darkened instantly.

"No."

He didn't look for it at all. Where did he get pregnant? What he said before was just to stimulate Meng Yinyin.

The stimulating results disappointed him.

"Then you have to hurry up, you must tell me if you are pregnant, so I can pretend to be pregnant."

Meng Yinyin exhorted solemnly.

Although her heart was sour and uncomfortable, she didn't pay much attention to it, nor did she delve into why she felt uncomfortable.

"Ah."

Song Tingyue narrowed his eyes, sullenly, subconsciously took out the cigarette case, took out a cigarette and lit it.

The slender and smooth fingers held the cigarette, put it on the edge of the sexy thin lips, took a puff, and the lingering smoke lingered around his lips, which was indescribably sexy.

Meng Yinyin hated other people smoking, but the more Song Ting smoked, she couldn't hate it.

It's pleasing to the eye and looks handsome.

(End of this chapter)