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

Chapter 202 You and your wife have a good relationship, right?
Song Tingyue's attention was on Meng Yinyin.

He knew exactly what she had eaten.

I feel depressed after eating a meal.

Meng Yinyin regretted coming.

She bit the straw and drank the juice slowly.

She didn't speak much the whole time, but Henna was very active, asking questions all the time.

"President Song, do you have a good relationship with your wife?"

Although Hai Na had given up on Song Tingyue, she still looked at him with fascination.

I am envious and jealous of the woman who can marry Song Tingyue.

Song Tingyue curled his lips, noncommittal.

He held a red wine glass in his slender and clean hands, and the scarlet liquid swayed in the glass.

The handsome face is calm and indifferent.

From top to bottom, exuding charming charm.

In Haina's eyes, Song Tingyue tastes better than the freshest lamb chops.

He kept swallowing.

She wanted to bite him too.

Song Tingyue didn't see the desire in Hai Na's eyes, but he turned a blind eye and still drank the red wine gracefully.

Going back last night, he had a stomachache all night, so he just sat on the sofa all night.

Guarding the huge house alone, looking for Meng Yinyin's breath.

Meng Yinyin just wanted to end this boring meal as soon as possible.

She opened her mouth impatiently: "President Song, you said you came here today to discuss the promotion of my new album, can you tell me your plan?"

In order to prevent Song Tingyue from finding out that it was her, both Meng Yinyin and Song Tingyue spoke in false voices.

When talking about work, Song Tingyue's handsome face immediately became serious.

He put down the red wine in his hand and said in a deep voice, "Ten days later, the Universal Music Festival will be held in the United States, and I plan to take you there."

Universal Music Festival?
Meng Yinyin's blood boiled instantly.

It was her dream event, where only the world's top musicians could participate.

Song Tingyue asked lightly: "Are you going?"

"..."

Meng Yinyin wanted to go.

If Hana takes her there, she agrees immediately without saying a word.

But Song Tingyue took her there... Then he had to think about it.

Go to the United States and get along with Song Tingyue day and night, what if he finds out her true identity?
She didn't want to take the risk.

Without waiting for Meng Yinyin to think carefully, Haina excitedly agreed for her: "Go, go, of course, Feiyin has always wanted to participate, but the organizer didn't invite her."

Song Tingyue looked at Meng Yinyin with burning eyes: "Go?"

It doesn't matter what Hana said, she had to nod herself.

Meng Yinyin thought for a while before saying: "Mr. Song, you are busy with work, so you don't have to accompany me in person. Sister Na can accompany me. I have to trouble you about the invitation letter."

The river has not yet crossed, and the bridge is already being demolished.

The face of a bridge that was planned to be demolished sank.

"I'm also very interested in this music festival." He said without changing his expression.

"Song..."

Before Meng Yinyin could speak, she was interrupted by Haina, who laughed heartlessly: "Then let's go together, there are so many people."

It's not going to travel, what are you doing so lively?
Meng Yinyin was almost pissed off by Hai Na, a pig teammate.

A person who is usually so shrewd and capable will have no IQ when he meets Song Tingyue.

Meng Yinyin didn't say a word, and Haina made the decision for her: "I'll book the ticket this afternoon."

"Go back and discuss it later. I don't necessarily have time."

The United States is so far away, every time I go back and forth, there will be a delay of at least a week, and I have to ask for leave from school.

Haina saw the clue, and asked strangely: "Fei Yin, haven't you always wanted to participate in the Universal Music Festival, and now the opportunity is right in front of you, how can you not have time?"

(Xiaxia is going on a long trip today, because there is no manuscript saved, so I will write when I have time. If I really don’t have time, and there are too few updates, please don’t blame me.)
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