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

Chapter 420 Wife, I’m Here to Warm Your Bed
Although Meng Yinyin didn't go downstairs, her heart had already followed Su Ziqing away.

What did Song Tingyue come to Leng's house for?
Hasn't she been scolded enough by her mother?
The skin is getting thicker and thicker.

Hearing footsteps, Meng Yinyin sat up.

Su Ziqing pushed the door open with anger on her face.

"Mom, what is Song Tingyue doing?" Meng Yinyin asked impatiently.

"He bought the villa opposite." Su Ziqing complained, "I've said it clearly enough today, he still has the face to come here, it's really annoying."

"Song Tingyue bought the villa opposite?"

Meng Yinyin's eyes widened in shock.

This is really like Song Tingyue's style of doing things.

Buy buy buy if you disagree.

Su Ziqing said seriously: "Yinyin, don't go out if you have nothing to do in the future, I won't let him get close to you."

"I won't go out. Even if I want to go out, I will be with my mother."

"good."

Su Ziqing was very happy that Meng Yinyin was so obedient, and patted the quilt on her body.

"Go to sleep, I'm going down, I'll call you again when I'm eating."

"it is good."

As soon as Su Ziqing went out, Meng Yinyin got up on her back and went to the window to look out.

She saw Song Tingyue walking out with vigorous steps.

As if feeling Meng Yinyin's gaze, Song Tingyue suddenly turned around and smiled at Meng Yinyin behind the window.

When he smiled, Meng Yinyin felt that the warm sunshine dimmed.

Not a tenth of his smile.

……

At night, Leng Muye came back.

He usually lives on campus and only comes back on weekends.

As soon as Leng Muye got home, he ran to find Meng Yinyin: "Sister, the song you recorded for me before became popular on the Internet, when will you record two more songs for me?"

"You go to a recording studio, and I'll record it for you when you find it."

"Okay." Leng Muye said excitedly: "Sister, you and I will sing together this time, how about we call it LM group?"

"LM doesn't sound good, why not call it lemon, the combination of lemons."

"Okay, okay, whatever you say is fine, don't tell Dad about our song recording."

"Ok, I know."

Like Meng Yinyin, Leng Muye really likes to sing.

But Leng Yuanshan did not support it.

Leng Yuanshan felt that the entertainment industry was too chaotic and Leng Muye was too young, he didn't want Leng Muye to be polluted.

Last time Leng Muye went on a hunger strike to protest in order to participate in "I Am an Idol", so he got the chance to participate.

Unfortunately, he withdrew before the final and failed to win the championship.

Meng Yinyin and Leng Muye wrote new songs together, and it was very late before they finally wrote a satisfactory song.

Leng Muye happily went to bed with the new song, and Meng Yinyin went to take a bath and was also going to bed.

When she came out of the shower, she was surprised to find that there was someone on the bed.

Meng Yinyin thought it was Leng Muye who had left and returned, so she walked over and patted his head that was exposed from the quilt.

"Go back to your room and sleep."

"Honey, let me warm your bed."

Song Tingyue's handsome face was exposed from under the quilt.

Seeing Song Tingyue, Meng Yinyin couldn't laugh or cry: "How did you get in?"

"Don't worry about how I got in, I will come every night to warm your bed and watch the baby by the way."

Song Tingyue lifted the quilt and sat up while speaking, holding a fetal heart rate monitor in his hand.

"Quick, quick, I want to hear the baby's heartbeat."

Is this guy addicted to listening?
Meng Yinyin slapped him angrily: "Get out, or I'll ask my mother to take a broom and drive you out."

"You can't bear it."

Song Ting raised his eyebrows viciously, pulled Meng Yinyin into his arms, and lifted up her pajamas.

(End of this chapter)