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

Chapter 5 Is the figure so good?
"cannot!"

Song Tingyue's eyes were dark, and he decisively rejected Meng Yinyin's request.

Casting a cold glance at Meng Yinyin, Song Tingyue turned and went into the closet, and closed the closet door.

Before closing the closet door, Song Tingyue hooked his thin lips: "Don't follow me."

The more he told her not to follow, the more she wanted to follow.

It would be best if he was so annoyed that he immediately agreed to resume the engagement.

"Song Tingyue, you have to agree if you don't agree today, or I won't leave!"

Meng Yinyin chased after her and pushed open the wardrobe door.

Uh……

Why didn't anyone tell her that Song Tingyue changed clothes in the closet?

The bath towel was thrown at his feet, and the shorts were in his hands. Song Tingyuezhou didn't even have a piece of cloth on his body.

The moment the door opened, he subconsciously covered his belly with shorts.

Ahhhhh!
Take a closer look now.

Those broad shoulders, those abs, those long legs...

Do you want to be in such a good shape?
Meng Yinyin felt the blood all over her body boiling.

"Have you seen enough?"

Song Tingyue was indifferent, as if he wasn't the one being peeped, and he slowly unfolded the shorts and put them on.

Jun's face was turbulent, but his eyes were dark.

"..."

I can't accept this!

Can she say she hasn't seen enough?
Before being killed by Song Tingyue's eyes, Meng Yinyin hastily closed the wardrobe door.

Oops, my eyes are so swollen, I will definitely have needle eyes tomorrow.

Meng Yinyin rubbed her eyes and went downstairs before Song Tingyue got dressed.

Hurry up and find a place where there are many people and stand there, so as not to be killed.

There is a servant in the living room, so he shouldn't dare to do anything to her!

Meng Yinyin breathed out, saw the servant making tea, walked over, picked up the tea on the table, and poured it vigorously.

She needs something to drink to calm down now.

After drinking tea, Meng Yinyin realized that the servant was looking at her in astonishment.

That expression, as if seeing a ghost.

"What's wrong?" Meng Yinyin asked strangely, "I can't drink this tea?"

"You can drink tea, but the tea cup is Ting Shao's exclusive tea cup, and no one can use it except Ting Shao!" The servant told the truth.

Meng Yinyin said indifferently: "Isn't it just a teacup? I don't want this one. I'll pay him one. How much is a teacup worth?"

"This teacup seems to cost 60, miss, do you really want to pay?"

"Six... sixty... ten thousand?"

Is it too late to bite off your tongue and pretend you haven't spoken?

Meng Yinyin immediately rushed into the kitchen with the teacup, washed it and handed it to the servant.

"I washed it very clean and scalded it with boiling water. There is absolutely no saliva from me. Your family will never know that I used his exclusive teacup."

So, let's just pretend that she didn't say the thing about paying for the teacup just now.

Before she finished speaking, Meng Yinyin caught a glimpse of the tall and straight figure on the stairs out of the corner of her eye.

Meng Yinyin instantly petrified.

when did he come down?

Didn't he hear everything she said?
Hearing the approaching footsteps, Meng Yinyin stood there stiffly, not even daring to turn her head.

Song Tingyue walked past Meng Yinyin without stopping.

The night wind blew the faint fragrance of Long Yan on his body, and Meng Yinyin quickly held her breath, not daring to smell the fragrance on his body.

When Meng Yinyin recovered, Song Tingyue had disappeared.

Hearing the sound of the car, Meng Yinyin hurriedly chased him out.

All I saw was the driver standing in the yard in a daze.

She anxiously asked: "Where did your young master Ting go?"

The driver lowered his head and replied respectfully: "I don't know."

"Do you know when he'll be back?"

(End of this chapter)