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

Chapter 282 Changed to Open a Vinegar Factory
Song Tingyue didn't speak, and took a deep look at Meng Yinyin, then lowered his head and continued to read the documents.

He is not a narrow-minded man, but at this moment, he was overwhelmed by jealousy.

Through those messages, he could feel Meng Yinyin's liking for Bai Zichen.

He even clearly remembered the hurt look in her eyes when she looked at Bai Zichen.

Meng Yinyin rubbed her eyes and said stubbornly: "Yes, I used to like Bai Zichen, but that was also a thing in the past. After I got to know his true character, I didn't like him anymore. I don't even like him." He's dead, so why would I ask him to meet, it's clear that someone framed me."

Song Tingyue was thoughtful: "I will find out the person who framed you, you go to work!"

"Don't be perfunctory to me." Meng Yinyin said angrily, "You obviously just don't believe me, and you think I asked Bai Zichen to meet."

Song Tingyue did not deny it, but said: "I will find out the truth of the matter."

Ha ha, find out the truth?

Why does she sound so sarcastic!
Does it need to be checked? She was framed.

Meng Yinyin held back her tears and said, "I admit that I admire Bai Zichen's talent. What about you, did you like someone before? Will you meet her again?"

At this moment, Meng Yinyin realized that she knew too little about Song Tingyue.

All she knew about Song Tingyue was from other people's mouths, and he hardly ever told her about himself.

When the topic touched on himself, Song Tingyue's expression became more and more serious: "Are you trying to settle the old score?"

"I didn't. I just wanted to ask you, how many girlfriends you had before, how did you meet them, and how did you break up later? I'm your wife, and I think I have the right to know about your past."

Meng Yinyin pulled up the stool, sat opposite Song Tingyue, and looked at him seriously.

There is a posture of torture to extract a confession.

If she wants to exercise her right to be a wife, no one should stop her.

Song Tingyue put down his pen, leaned back on the seat, and looked at her leisurely.

The expression on his face was so deep that it made people tremble.

Just when Meng Yinyin thought he was about to say something earth-shattering, what she heard was: "I seem to have married a jealous man."

"..."

The vinegar jar is obviously you, okay?
President Song!

Meng Yinyin vomited so much that she was about to vomit blood.

"I'm really angry!"

The kind that can't be coaxed well.

Song Tingyue looked at the angry Meng Yinyin, and raised her chin with his long fingers.

"Come here!" His voice was extremely charming.

"What?"

Meng Yinyin asked angrily.

"Come here and let me tell you how many girlfriends I have had before."

"Humph."

Meng Yinyin was about to die of anger.

As soon as she said that, she didn't expect that he had made many girlfriends before.

Sure enough, all handsome men are bothered.

If he hadn't been sick, he probably wouldn't have gotten married.

Meng Yinyin walked over with her mouth pouted, and stood beside him: "Say it!"

Song Tingyue took Meng Yinyin into his arms and sat on his lap.

"I'm so jealous, am I going to change my career to open a vinegar factory? Let me try it and see if it's turned sour."

As he spoke, he kissed Meng Yinyin's lips.

After some careful tasting, he said: "Fortunately, it hasn't turned sour, it's sweet."

"..."

Meng Yinyin couldn't laugh or cry.

She punched him coquettishly.

"You bastard, I'm still angry!"

Song Tingyue grabbed her little hand and said seriously: "Yinyin, if one day you regret it, you must tell me, and I will let you go!"

(Four more!)

(End of this chapter)