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

Chapter 12 I'm about to cry stupidly

Meng Yinyin raised her hands in panic: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!"

Before she could stand still, her body suddenly lacked support, and she threw herself into Song Tingyue's arms again.

Her face was buried in his chest, and her nose was covered with Long Yanxiang from his body.

Meng Yinyin was about to cry because of her stupidity!

"Seduce me?"

Song Tingyue's stern face seemed to be frozen, and the chill was overwhelming.

"No, not really!"

She didn't believe that she didn't seduce Song Tingyue, let alone Song Tingyue.

Song Tingyue's deep pupils flashed, and the coldness subsided: "What are you doing now?"

"I didn't stand firm... I would have nightmares when I saw your iceberg face. I don't have any tendency to masochistic. How could I seduce you? I'm not interested in an uncle like you."

Meng Yinyin grabbed the edge of the desk and stood up, not seeing that Song Tingyue's handsome face had turned black.

After she stood up, she kept her head down and stared at the wooden floor.

Song Tingyue, who suddenly became an uncle, asked coldly, "What are you looking for?"

"Find the seam."

It's too shameful to find a seam in the ground to get in!

The first time we met, I took off his pants and watched him take a shower, and the second time we met, I not only kissed his face, but also pressed my hand to his...

Song Tingyue's perfect figure came to Meng Yinyin's mind.

Her face flushed.

When did you become so horny?

Looking up, Song Tingyue stood up and put on his suit jacket.

She asked anxiously, "Are you going out?"

Song Tingyue ignored her, and walked out while buttoning his buttons.

When he left the office, he saw that the assistant's place was empty, and his thin lips curled up indistinctly.

"Song Tingyue, where are you going?"

Meng Yinyin followed closely behind him.

"Say something!"

"Dumb?"

"Deaf?"

"Silly?"

No matter what Meng Yinyin said, Song Tingyue didn't speak.

After entering the elevator, she pouted her pink and bright red mouth angrily.

"I'm almost mad at you."

He raised his head and glanced at Song Tingyue's handsome face carved out of an iceberg.

Meng Yinyin patted her chest.

Comfort yourself.

Not angry, not angry.

Looking up again, Meng Yinyin smiled all over her face: "Song Tingyue, it's almost time for lunch. Let me treat you to lunch. What do you want to eat?"

Although her tender little face was smiling, she scolded Song Tingyue fiercely in her heart.

Song Tingyue lowered his eyes, looked at Meng Yinyin who was trying to please him, and opened his thin lips lightly: "Look at me, can you eat it?"

"..."

She really couldn't eat it.

The corners of Meng Yinyin's lips twitched, her smile stiffened: "Don't worry about me, as long as you can eat it, what do you like to eat?"

Song Tingyue's eyes were cold: "Looking at you, I can't eat anything."

The temperature in the elevator plummeted.

Meng Yinyin shivered from the cold.

This is the rhythm of chatting to death!
Before talking about the sky to death, Meng Yinyin decided not to speak.

He silently followed Song Tingyue and took the opportunity to create a scandal.

Song Tingyue took the elevator to the staff restaurant.

As long as he is in the company, he will have lunch with the heads of various departments in the staff canteen at noon.

The restaurant for ordinary employees is on the second floor, and the restaurant for executives is on the third floor.

There are obviously not as many people on the third floor as there are on the second floor.

Meng Yinyin bit the bullet and followed Song Tingyue.

As long as someone greeted Song Tingyue, she would smile at them.

In case no one noticed her.

After this lap, it caused quite a sensation.

(Yinyin: I'm blushing. Xiaxia's mother: I didn't see it. Song Tingyue: She has a thick skin and doesn't show color! Yinyin: Mother, can you let him die now?)
(End of this chapter)