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

Chapter 62 Don't Guess the Woman's Mind
Meng Yinyin had already begun to imagine that the woman came to her, whether she would beat her back or tell her the truth.

Alas, what a dilemma.

Song Tingyue saw that Meng Yinyin's small face was wrinkled, as if he was struggling with something.

I don't know what her little head is thinking.

Didn't he just not answer the phone? She was thinking a little too much.

Song Tingyue stretched out his hand unconsciously and rubbed Meng Yinyin's head: "What are you thinking?"

As smart as he is, he can't guess her thoughts.

This girl is very strange.

Meng Yinyin raised her head suddenly, her pair of star eyes were particularly shining.

As if she had discovered some terrible secret, she asked in a daze, "Is it a woman who called you?"

Song Tingyue raised his brows, admitting it.

It was indeed a woman who called him.

Meng Yinyin winked triumphantly.

How is she so smart?
Guess right.

Praise me quickly, you're welcome, praise me hard!

Seeing Meng Yinyin's uncontrollable complacency, Song Tingyue couldn't laugh or cry.

Call him, it's either a woman or a man, there is a 50.00% chance of guessing right, what's there to be proud of?
Meng Yinyin saw Song Tingyue's doubts, and asked again: "Do you have an unusual relationship with that woman?"

Hearing Meng Yinyin's question, Song Tingyue knew that she was thinking wrong.

"Who do you think it is?"

"Is it the woman you love deeply?"

"..."

When did I have a woman I loved deeply?
Why doesn't he know?
The small expression on Meng Yinyin's face is very rich: "You know you won't live long, and you don't want to see her sad, so you broke up with her, and then married me, trying to make her give up, but she still can't let you go, and keeps pestering you ,Yes or no?"

An unsmiling person like Song Tingyue was also amused by Meng Yinyin's brain hole.

The thin lips raised a beautiful arc, like a bright moon hanging in the sky.

"With so much imagination, why don't you write novels?"

Seeing Song Tingyue laughing, Meng Yinyin was stunned.

Oh my god, a big old man, why can he smile so beautifully.

The whole person is glowing, stronger than the protagonist's halo.

Meng Yinyin couldn't speak fluently: "I...Did I...Did I guess right..."

The tongue is not tied, why are you stuttering?
"You didn't guess right!"

"Impossible!" Meng Yinyin's beautiful almond eyes widened: "Don't deny it, I know everything, don't worry, we are comrades in arms on the same boat, I won't tell others."

Song Tingyue smiled lightly, took out his mobile phone, and called back the missed call.

After the call is connected, press the speakerphone key.

Meng Yinyin heard a slightly familiar female voice: "President Song, I'm so sorry to bother you again."

The person on the other end of the phone didn't seem to expect Song Tingyue to call back, he was both surprised and happy.

"What's the matter?" Song Tingyue's voice was cold and alienated, letting the caller know that he didn't want to receive this call.

"The day after tomorrow Bell's new song release conference, I want to invite Mr. Song to participate, I hope Mr. Song will appreciate it."

Meng Yinyin kept listening with her ears up.

Belle?

New song release?
Could it be Lin Beier's manager, Qiu Xinyu, who made the call?
Song Tingyue refused coldly: "Sorry, I'm not free the day after tomorrow, is there anything else?"

"President Song, I won't waste your time too much, Belle sincerely invites you..."

Song Tingyue hung up the phone decisively.

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(End of this chapter)