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

Chapter 392
"You and I have divorced, do you want to be so thick-skinned?"

Meng Yinyin was depressed.

Song Tingyue didn't have a thick skin, he was simply shameless.

Did he think that if he pestered her so much, she would forget how grandpa died?
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
But at the end of the day, Meng Yinyin's stomach was growling with hunger.

The housekeeper blocked Song Tingyue, and she walked straight into the house.

There were no leftovers in the kitchen, so Meng Yinyin found out the noodles and prepared to cook a bowl for herself.

As soon as she lit the fire, Song Tingyue came in, and the butler followed behind him, bearded and staring.

"Want to eat noodles?"

Song Tingyue questioned, but Meng Yinyin ignored him and concentrated on washing the vegetables.

"Let me do it!" He snatched the vegetables from her hand domineeringly, rolled up his sleeves and began to wash them.

Song Tingyue was tall, so he had to bend over to wash the vegetables.

Seeing the cold and noble Song Tingyue washing vegetables, Meng Yinyin suddenly felt unreal.

Is this the Song Tingyue she knew?
He actually cooked noodles for her by himself.

Unbelievable!

Song Tingyue not only cooked the noodles, but also fried two poached eggs for Meng Yinyin and heated up the milk.

Although it is just a bowl of noodles, it is very nutritious.

She was so hungry, Song Tingyue brought the noodles in front of Meng Yinyin, she was not picky, and started to eat.

She ate a large bowl of noodles in a daze, not even soup left.

The milk is also gone.

Before she got pregnant, she didn't have such a good appetite.

Stomach swells after eating a little.

A few days ago, I went to the birth check-up, and my weight reached the highest record in history, 95 catties.

The doctor said that when she was born, she might be able to grow to 120 catties.

Meng Yinyin was taken aback.

For a person who weighs more than 80 jins all year round, 120 jins is scary.

Song Tingyue looked at Meng Yinyin's ruddy face with a gentle smile on his lips.

He suddenly had a great goal in his heart, which was to raise Meng Yinyin into a little chubby girl.

Watching her finish all the things he cooked, a sense of satisfaction arises spontaneously.

She wanted to sleep when she was full, so Meng Yinyin yawned and went upstairs.

Song Tingyue followed behind her, ready to continue warming her bed.

The weather is getting colder, and Meng Yinyin's hands and feet are always cold, so he wants to warm her up.

Hearing footsteps behind her, Meng Yinyin turned her head and frowned when she saw Song Tingyue: "Why are you following me?"

"Warm your bed!"

The answer is a matter of course.

"I don't need you to warm the bed." Meng Yinyin ordered to evict the guest in a cold voice: "You can go!"

Song Tingyue grabbed Meng Yinyin's cold little hand and said, "Your hands are so cold, I'll warm them up for you."

"I'll turn on the floor heating later." Meng Yinyin withdrew her hand, turned her head and walked to her room.

Song Tingyue followed in with a shameless face.

Meng Yinyin ignored Song Tingyue, changed into her pajamas and got under the covers.

Song Tingyue was lying behind her, hugging her tightly, smelling her hair greedily.

In the few months since Meng Yinyin left him, he couldn't sleep well every night.

Only by getting drunk can I barely fall asleep.

She is in my heart and dream.

Every minute and every second is torture for him.

He was about to be tortured insane.

This feeling is more painful than death.

……

The butler stood at the foot of the stairs, watching them all the time.

After Song Tingyue entered the room, he took out his mobile phone and called Leng Muran: "Master Moran, the eldest lady is back, come here quickly!"

After the phone call, the butler ran to the door to wait for Leng Moran.

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(End of this chapter)