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

Chapter 65 Be gentle, I'm afraid of pain...

Before Meng Yinyin could open the photo album, Song Tingyue's handsome face appeared beside her.

A big hand struck, and Meng Yinyin screamed in fright: "Ah..."

Song Tingyue grabbed Meng Yinyin's cell phone, and she desperately wanted to get it back.

"Give it to me." His voice was bitingly cold.

Meng Yinyin's small face wrinkled into a ball: "Can't I delete it myself?"

"Let go!"

Song Tingyue intensified his tone, and Meng Yinyin let go of her little hand spinelessly.

She drooped her head, like a primary school student who did something wrong, ready to be scolded.

Although she didn't know why Song Tingyue scolded her because she just took a photo secretly, her intuition told her that Song Tingyue would definitely scold her.

Song Tingyue clicked on the photo album and found the photo secretly taken by Meng Yinyin.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked coldly, "Why did you secretly take pictures of me?"

"..."

Meng Yinyin's head drooped even lower.

If she said that she secretly photographed him because she thought he was handsome, would he spare her life?
But... what if he laughed at her?
Not wanting to be laughed at by Song Tingyue, Meng Yinyin swallowed the words again.

Song Tingyue stared at Meng Yinyin's face, saw her expression was very rich, raised his eyebrows: "Say!"

Not angry but arrogant.

Meng Yinyin shivered for a moment: "I... I see you are serious about your work... Okay..."

"What? Huh?"

Song Tingyue's big hands fell on Meng Yinyin's head, encouraging her to continue.

"it is good……"

Suddenly there was an extra hand on her head, and Meng Yinyin felt hairy.

She swallowed her saliva, swallowed the word "handsome" abruptly, and changed her words: "It seems that the mobile phone film is pasted on the overpass..."

The world suddenly fell silent.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, unable to flow.

Meng Yinyin felt that it was getting more and more difficult to breathe.

Cried stupidly by myself again.

It's not good to say something, why do you say that Song Tingyue is like a mobile phone film on a flyover?

Not to mention Song Tingyue, even she wanted to strangle herself to death.

After chatting to death, we must find a way to remedy it.

Meng Yinyin bit the bullet and said, "Even if you look like someone with a cell phone film, you must be the most handsome one."

If you said he was handsome, it would be over, and if you are laughed at, you can't die, but if you provoke Song Tingyue, you will really die!

Song Tingyue's lips twitched.

Before being pissed off by Meng Yinyin, he grabbed Meng Yinyin's chin and raised her face to face him.

Touching Song Tingyue's deep, cold eyes, Meng Yinyin felt a deep killing intent.

She was so scared that she quickly closed her eyes: "I was wrong, you...don't be angry."

"Mobile phone film? Huh?"

Song Tingyue's sharp eyes fell on Meng Yinyin's face, and his expression softened.

Look down.

Focus on those rosy lips.

His eyes darkened a little.

Meng Yinyin just took a bath, she didn't wipe anything on her little mouth, but it was still rosy and fragrant, and she pursed slightly.

"I really know I was wrong, Song Tingyue, if you want to hit me, hit me lightly, I'm afraid of pain..."

Before Meng Yinyin finished speaking, Song Tingyue threw her whole body on the bed.

"Oh……"

She exclaimed, and suddenly opened her eyes wide, only to see that Song Tingyue's handsome face was less than twenty miles away from hers.

His eyes were terrifyingly dark.

It reminded Meng Yinyin of a hungry wolf.

"You...you...what do you want..."

The little hand pressed against his chest in horror and pushed it out hard.

(End of this chapter)