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

Chapter 212
Meng Yinyin cast a sideways glance at the pale Zhang Zihan, and said with a smile, "Come in, there's no one else inside!"

Song Tingyue himself had already appeared at the door of the bathroom without hearing the words on the other end of the phone.

When he saw Zhang Zihan, the expression on his face did not change.

Song Tingyue looked straight at Meng Yinyin: "What do you want from me?"

"Actually, it's okay. Miss Zhang called you just now, but you didn't hear me. I called her specially to tell you. Don't forget to call Miss Zhang back."

Seeing that Zhang Zihan's face was as white as paper, Meng Yinyin smiled and narrowed her eyes.

"you're so boring."

Although Song Tingyue was helpless, his words were full of indulgence.

Seeing Meng Yinyin so happy, he couldn't even get angry.

Zhang Zihan was not reconciled to being compared by Meng Yinyin, so she stood up and clung to Song Ting: "President Song, why didn't you return my call, I'm so sad!"

Seeing that Zhang Zihan was about to pull Song Tingyue's hand, his cold eyes swept away, Zhang Zihan was so scared that he didn't dare to make mistakes.

It stopped a meter away from him.

"President Song..." She looked at Song Tingyue pitifully, as if she had been greatly wronged.

Song Tingyue's face was cold, and he said in an unquestionable tone: "Since we are all here, let's make it clear, Miss Zhang, you and I are just a cooperative relationship, not even a friend. Please don't trouble my wife anymore , I don't want her to be unhappy."

One word at a time, speaking sonorously and forcefully, the relationship between him and Zhang Zihan was clearly set aside, and the distance between him and Meng Yinyin was shortened.

She is his wife.

Zhang Zihan's eyes widened suddenly: "You... aren't you and Ms. Meng married in a fake way?"

"Rumors stop with wise men!" Song Tingyue nodded at Meng Yinyin: "Let's go."

"Ah."

Meng Yinyin was mixed with joy and worry, and followed Song Tingyue out of the bathroom.

After walking a long distance, Meng Yinyin asked, "Is the marriage certificate real?"

Song Tingyue glanced at Meng Yinyin indifferently, but said nothing.

It was really cool to make Zhang Zihan so angry, but Meng Yinyin was still very scared.

She didn't know what she was afraid of, but she was always shrouded in anxiety.

"Yinyin." Hearing Jiang Ruisen calling her, Meng Yinyin glanced at Song Tingyue, who had a dark complexion, and ran towards Jiang Ruisen, holding up her skirt.

Being with Song Tingyue is too flustered, so it's better to relax next to Jiang Ruisen.

Song Tingyue didn't stop her, and let her run towards Jiang Ruisen.

After a while, Zhang Zihan came out of the bathroom in a daze.

The words Song Tingyue said repeatedly echoed in her mind: "Miss Zhang, you and I are just a cooperative relationship, not even a friend. Please don't trouble my wife anymore. I don't want her to be unhappy." .”

Originally wanted to humiliate Meng Yinyin, but was humiliated by Song Tingyue instead.

Losing all face, Zhang Zihan was ashamed and annoyed, not in the mood to stay here any longer, and left in a hurry.

Seeing Zhang Zihan leave, Meng Yinyin's eyes couldn't help but look for Song Tingyue's figure.

Unexpectedly, her gaze fell into Song Tingyue's deep eyes.

There was a sharp pain in my heart.

She quickly looked away, picked up the drink as if nothing had happened, and took a sip.

Jiang Ruisen saw Meng Yinyin's uneasiness, so he had nothing to say, and said, "Aunt Song has been looking for a blind date for Tingyue these days, and now everyone knows that you and him are a fake marriage, if I wasn't by your side, The threshold of your house can be trampled by a matchmaker."

(End of this chapter)