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

Chapter 257 His time is running out

When Yan Ruochen saw that Meng Yinyin was wearing Song Tingyue's coat and her legs were bare, she was obviously taken aback.

"Why are you here?"

Meng Yinyin said in a blunt tone: "This apartment is a wedding present from Ting Yue. Where am I not here?"

"This apartment is yours?"

Yan Ruochen seemed to understand something, her pretty face gradually turned pale.

"Since you're here, I think it's better for us to speak clearly face to face. Ting Yue and I have reconciled. He is still my husband and I am her wife. And you have nothing to do with him. Don't look for him again in the future." him."

Meng Yinyin added another sentence before closing the door: "But you can ask him for some mental damage fees, and he probably won't refuse."

After shutting Yan Ruochen out, Meng Yinyin went back to the kitchen to make a love breakfast.

From now on, she will cook breakfast for Song Tingyue every day.

Song Tingyue came out fully dressed and saw a plate of dark things on the table.

He walked over and looked at it for a long time before he recognized that it was a plate of fried dumplings, a very failed fried dumpling.

The dumplings were not only mushy, but also badly broken.

Meng Yinyin came out with milk and saw that Song Tingyue was studying the fried dumplings she had made. She explained in embarrassment: "I made fried dumplings with quick-frozen dumplings, but they were not cooked, so I had to pour water in and boil them again, but they were overcooked." It's too much, it's broken."

After all, it's Miss Qianjin who hasn't done any housework.

Although she didn't do well, he could feel her heart.

Song Tingyue picked up the chopsticks and put a piece of broken dumpling skin in his mouth: "Although the appearance is not very good, the taste is very good, delicious!"

With Song Tingyue's encouragement, Meng Yinyin was very happy and took him to a seat.

Song Tingyue saw the red mark on the back of Meng Yinyin's hand, and frowned: "What's wrong with your hand?"

"I used the microwave to heat milk just now, but the milk overflowed and burned my hands. It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore."

Meng Yinyin was very embarrassed, she lowered her head and rubbed the back of her hand, the pain was indeed gone.

She is so clumsy, Song Tingyue will not regret returning the goods, right?

Song Tingyue held her hand, and said cautiously: "It seems that I have to watch you closely in the future, and you are not allowed to hurt my daughter-in-law."

"..."

Song Tingyue was so serious and funny, Meng Yinyin was stunned for a second before laughing.

Also "my daughter-in-law", it's really disgusting!

Meng Yinyin withdrew her hand: "Hurry up and eat, I have to go to class after eating."

"En." Song Tingyue picked up his chopsticks again and ate the fried dumplings made by Meng Yinyin.

After breakfast, Song Tingyue drove Meng Yinyin to school.

He parked his car behind the teaching building, where there were few people, so no one would see him.

Meng Yinyin opened the car door, closed it again, and looked at Song Tingyue with a playful smile: "Did you forget something?"

Song Tingyue smiled and asked, "What did you forget?"

"Goodbyekiss!" Meng Yinyin pointed to her small mouth: "Kiss here, kiss here."

Song Tingyue would naturally not refuse such a beautiful request.

"whee."

The two kissed for a long time before they separated. Meng Yinyin covered her face and ran shyly to the teaching building.

Song Tingyue kept looking at her, the smile on his lips lingered for a long time.

Suddenly, his expression became serious, and he raised his right hand holding the steering wheel.

The right hand has no feeling at all, and the fingers cannot move.

Song Tingyue stretched out his left hand, held his right hand, and slowly straightened the fingers of his right hand little by little.

Every part of his body was slowly stiffening, and his time was running out.

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