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

Chapter 397 Leng Tingyue, That's a Good Name

Meng Yinyin's mind is in a mess now, and she doesn't want to think about it anymore.

"Let's talk about it later. Grandpa Qiqi hasn't passed yet, so I don't want to think about these things now." Meng Yinyin changed the subject: "Are you done with your work?"

"Well, it's almost there. Tomorrow I'll be flying directly in Jiangcheng. If I'm not here, you have to take good care of yourself."

Leng Moran is worried about Meng Yinyin, but he has to go on a business trip.

Before you go on a business trip, take another good look at her.

"Don't worry, I eat and sleep well every day, and I have gained a lot of weight."

Meng Yinyin pinched her meaty bun face to prove that she had indeed gained weight.

Although her face is small, it is full of collagen, full of vitality.

Leng Muran looked at it and wanted to pinch it.

But he just thought about it, and didn't dare to actually do it.

Leng Moran went downstairs and saw Song Tingyue was still standing outside the garden, his tall and straight body was like a pine tree.

He walked right over.

"I heard you're going to change your name? Why don't you change my surname to Leng, Leng Tingyue, that sounds good."

Leng Moran was not afraid of death's ridicule.

Before he finished speaking, he was shot by Song Tingyue's cold gaze.

Song Tingyue spit out a word lightly: "Get lost!"

"Heh." Leng Muran not only didn't get angry, but smiled: "Song Tingyue, I admire you very much. I admire you for being so open-minded for Yinyin!"

Song Tingyue looked at Leng Muran coldly: "What exactly do you want to say?"

"I came here on purpose to pay my respects, can't I?"

Leng Muran folded his arms around his chest, leaned against the Roman pillar at the door, and looked at Song Tingyue with a half-smile.

In Song Tingyue's view, Leng Muran was provoking him.

"I think you want to be beaten!" The hand hanging by the side has already clenched into a fist.

"I'll let it go if the fight is so brutal, why don't we drink!"

Leng Moran looked at Song Tingyue with a feeling of sympathy.

If it weren't for the timing of the two getting acquainted, maybe they could become friends.

Seeing Leng Muran getting into Song Tingyue's car from behind the window, Meng Yinyin quickly picked up her mobile phone to call Leng Muran.

"Moran, where are you and Song Tingyue going?"

"Let's go to drink, you are at home, wait for me to go back obediently."

"Drink less, don't get drunk."

"Understood, don't worry, I have a measure."

"Ah."

Leng Moran turned on the speakerphone, and every word he and Meng Yinyin said fell into Song Tingyue's ears.

Seeing Song Tingyue's gloomy face, he didn't forget to make up the knife: "Yinyin always supervises me and doesn't allow me to drink too much alcohol. I drank with you a few days ago, and she smelled it when I went back."

Song Tingyue rejected the dog food that Leng Moran threw at him, and gave him a look of "shut up if you don't want to die".

Leng Moran raised his eyebrows proudly.

Just as Meng Yinyin hung up the phone, the landline at home rang.

After a while, the butler came up and asked Meng Yinyin to answer the phone.

"Miss, I'm looking for you."

"Oh!"

find her?

Meng Yinyin answered the phone in bewilderment.

"Which one?"

"Meng Yinyin, it's me."

Hearing Meng Xixi's voice, the first thing Meng Yinyin thought of was being betrayed by that idiot Zhou Tianqi.

She now regrets that she shouldn't have told Zhou Tianqi that Meng Xixi was a fake Feiyin.

Meng Yinyin pretended to be calm, and asked coldly, "What's the matter?"

"In the past few months, I have helped you attend events and reality shows, and I have been exhausted. Should you give me some labor fees?"

Meng Yinyin laughed angrily at the shameless Meng Xixi: "You are the one who wants to be my substitute. I didn't ask you. You also earned a lot of money by attending events and participating in reality shows. Isn't that enough for you?"

(Second update, the recommendation ticket is over [-], and it is not far from [-] plus. Come on, my dears!)
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