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

Chapter 160 When Will You Not Hate Him?
"Song Tingyue, let go..."

Meng Yinyin gritted her teeth, suppressing the throbbing in her heart.

Through the thin clothes, she could even feel the warmth of Song Tingyue's body.

The faint smell of tobacco filled the air, as if she had been poisoned, her mind was in a mess, and she didn't know what to do.

He loosened Song Tingyue's hand suddenly, and said a little discouraged: "Song Tingyue, what you do will only make me hate you more!"

"When do you not hate me?"

He spoke briskly, as if he didn't care if she hated him.

Meng Yinyin was speechless at the question.

She actually doesn't hate him sometimes.

But he always forced her to do things she didn't want to do, so she had to hate him.

Like now, he won't let her go.

She was flustered, but there was nothing she could do.

Meng Yinyin wanted to sit up straight after sitting on her side for too long, but Song Tingyue hugged her waist, preventing her from moving.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

Meng Yinyin looked up and glared at him angrily.

From her point of view, Song Tingyue's resolute chin is more three-dimensional than a knife carving, and his thin lips are full of inhuman indifference.

Seeing Song Tingyue like this, the anger in Meng Yinyin's eyes quickly disappeared without a trace.

He replied lightly: "Go to class."

"In your class, I let me read the book by myself every day, and I can read it in the dormitory."

Meng Yinyin replied angrily.

"Class tonight!"

Song Tingyue intensified his tone, not angry but mighty.

"..."

Remembering class now?
Stinking rogue!
As an old driver, he taught her how to drive.

Meng Yinyin wanted to cry but had no tears: "Shangshangshang, can you let me go?"

Song Tingyue let go of his hand.

The two returned to the apartment together. Meng Yinyin was sitting on the sofa with a book in his hands. Song Tingyue turned on the projector and started teaching her.

The first talk is about the negotiation skills of multinational companies, and then the company's positioning and development.

He listed many examples, explaining the profound things in simple terms, so that Meng Yinyin could fully understand them.

In fact, she knows some things, but she has never studied them systematically.

Song Tingyue occasionally asked Meng Yinyin to answer his temperature.

If he is satisfied with Meng Yinyin's answer, he will praise her: "Smart!"

Being praised by such a cold person, Meng Yinyin felt very happy, and she became more energetic in class.

Before I knew it, it was 10:30, and Meng Yinyin insisted on going back to the dormitory.

Song Tingyue turned off the projector and followed behind her: "I'll see you off."

"No need to send it off, I can go back by myself." Meng Yinyin refused without thinking.

"too late!"

"..."

Meng Yinyin pursed her lips and did not refuse again.

Before going out, she did not forget to put on her glasses and braces to avoid bumping into schoolmates on the road.

Anyway, the whole school knew that she was with Song Tingyue, so there was no need to hide it, just be generous and make those people jealous.

The two walked side by side under the tree-lined avenue in the campus, and the street lights dragged their figures long, harmonious and beautiful.

Before he knew it, he walked downstairs to Meng Yinyin's dormitory.

"I'm going up, bye!"

Meng Yinyin waved her hand and stepped back.

She was finally relieved to be separated from Song Tingyue.

Tonight, her nerves have been like tight strings, not to mention how tense she is.

Withdrawing his hand, he walked towards the dormitory building with a dull head.

"Wait a minute." Song Tingyue's cold voice caught his ears.

"Ok?"

Meng Yinyin turned her head subconsciously, and a pair of big warm hands suddenly cupped her face.

Before Meng Yinyin understood what was going on, Song Tingyue's thin lips had already touched her eyebrows, and said softly: "Good night!"

(End of this chapter)