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

Chapter 98 He and she never slept
"..."

Chatted to death again!

Meng Yinyin looked at Song Tingyue wanting to cry but without tears: "You will have no friends if you chat like this."

"Tell me like I have friends."

Song Tingyue smiled half-smile, as if he came from another world.

It's really not like he has friends for such a cold person.

On the topic of having friends, Meng Yinyin couldn't laugh at Song Tingyue.

She sighed: "Actually, I don't have any friends either."

Maybe it's because her parents died young, she has always closed herself, she doesn't want to make friends, don't want to give affection, doesn't want to be hurt, she doesn't even dare to keep pets.

Later, she fell in love with singing and uploaded songs on social platforms, and she gradually became cheerful.

She worked hard for a long time to get out of the shadow of the accident two years ago.

Meng Yinyin knew that she was a person with a strong appearance and a fragile heart, and she was afraid of experiencing life and death.

It's like she knew that Song Tingyue would not live long, so she didn't even dare to be friends with him.

She was afraid that she would be very sad when he left.

Looking at Meng Yinyin's lonely little face, Song Ting felt the urge to reach out and smooth the wrinkles between her brows.

"Friends are good but not many, one or two is enough."

His tone is flat, but it sounds very comfortable and has a very beautiful feeling.

"Hmm." Meng Yinyin thought for a while. Sister Na could be considered her friend, so it's not like she has no friends at all.

Song Tingyue saw that her face softened, and said calmly: "My mother has everything, you don't have to bother to give her a gift, and spending more time with her is the best gift."

"Ah."

What Song Tingyue said made sense, the Song family was many times bigger than the Meng family, so Mother Song naturally had everything.

Thoughts are more important than gifts.

With a flash of inspiration, Meng Yinyin stood up cheerfully: "I'm going to cook with my mother."

After speaking, he ran towards the kitchen.

She ran so fast that Song Ting had no time to take her feet back.

When passing in front of him, Meng Yinyin accidentally tripped over his foot, lost her focus and threw herself forward.

"what……"

Meng Yinyin let out a cry.

She thought she was about to have an intimate contact with the floor, when suddenly a big hand appeared around her waist.

That big hand was very powerful, and in an instant, she was pulled into a warm and generous embrace.

"..."

Meng Yinyin recovered from her astonishment, and found that she was sitting on Song Tingyue's lap, and her body was in his arms.

The big hands around her waist changed from one to two, holding her tightly.

Meng Yinyin's heart suddenly beat wildly.

She raised her head and met Song Tingyue's deep eyes.

In his eyes, she saw herself.

It's all about yourself.

The heartbeat became more chaotic.

"Song..."

Meng Yinyin was about to ask Song Tingyue to let her go, when Song's mother came out of the kitchen with the dishes: "Go and wash your hands, get ready... Oh, I didn't see anything, you go on, go on..."

As soon as Mother Song put the dishes away, she turned her head and went into the kitchen, closing the door.

She said loudly inside: "I still have to cook two dishes, and I won't go out for an hour."

One hour should be enough!
Meng Yinyin blushed and struggled to stand up: "Your mother misunderstood...I...I'll explain..."

Song Tingyue tightened his arms around her slender waist: "Explain what, explain that you and I are a fake marriage?"

"..."

It's not that she doesn't want to live anymore, how could she explain this.

Meng Yinyin shook her head again and again.

"Then what are you explaining?" Song Tingyue bullied Meng Yinyin and whispered in her ear: "Explain that I haven't slept with you?"

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