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

Chapter 88 More Delicate Than Flowers
Song Tingyue was about to speak when Meng Yinyin glanced at the time and yelled, "Oops, I'm going to be late, I'm going to be late, goodbye..."

She opened the car door, jumped out of the car, and ran away.

The long ponytail swayed from side to side behind the head, lively and cute.

Meng Yinyin is in the prime of her youth, more charming and bright than blooming flowers.

Her smile was so radiant that even the sun would be eclipsed.

Looking at Meng Yinyin's graceful back, the smile on Song Tingyue's lips gradually widened.

He didn't look back until he couldn't see him, and drove away.

The preparation bell rang, and there were very few students on the road.

Meng Yinyin didn't want to be late and ran faster.

In the hall of the teaching building, a tall figure blocked her way.

Without raising her head, she wanted to go around from the side, but the figure flashed and stood in front of her again.

Meng Yinyin noticed something was wrong, so she raised her head.

Seeing the person blocking the way clearly, her complexion immediately turned ugly: "Bai Zichen?"

Bored and came to taunt her?

The thing Meng Yinyin regrets most in her life is having a crush on Bai Zichen, a scumbag.

She appreciates his talent, likes to listen to his singing, but ignores his character.

After knowing Bai Zichen's true character, her affection for him disappeared.

Bai Zichen didn't play around, and asked with a serious face, "Do you know Feiyin?"

It turned out to be for this matter.

Meng Yinyin smiled and said, "Yes, what's the matter?"

"Are you going to write a song for Fei Yin's new album?" He asked again.

Although Fei Yin said this to him personally, Bai Zichen still didn't believe it.

How can the humble Meng Yinyin write songs for the queen of music?
She is indeed talented, but there are many more talented people than her, why should she?
The handsome face looks approachable, but in fact it hides contempt.

Bai Zichen looked down on Meng Yinyin, a girl who was so ugly.

In the past, he was gentle to her, but he just pitied her.

Being liked by her, he was also very distressed.

Meng Yinyin pretended not to know anything: "Fei Yin told you?"

"Yes, she told me that you want to write a song for her. What is your relationship with her? Why did she help you harm me?"

The more he talked, the more angry he became, and Bai Zichen's hypocritical mask instantly cracked.

He stared at Meng Yinyin with impatience.

Meng Yinyin didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "She helped me harm you? Bai Zichen, what joke are you kidding, who is Fei Yin, who am I, how can I invite Fei Yin? Let alone ask her to harm you .”

"Since she didn't help you harm me, why did Fei Yin ask me to withdraw from the "I'm an Idol" competition?"

He thought that Feiyin would put pressure on the program team and force him to withdraw from the competition. He has been waiting for the notice of withdrawal for the past two days.

But yesterday the program team called him to inform him of the rehearsal time, and only then did he realize that Fei Yin hadn't colluded with the program team.

Bai Zichen thought about it, and came here to block Meng Yinyin today, trying to find out the relationship between her and Feiyin.

"There is such a thing? I don't know, Feiyin didn't tell me." Meng Yinyin suppressed a smile with an innocent face.

Bai Zichen's attitude took a 180-degree turn: "Meng Yinyin, I was wrong before. I shouldn't have treated you that way. Today I treat you to dinner."

"No, I'm going to class."

Meng Yinyin was about to leave after finishing speaking, but Bai Zichen grabbed her wrist violently: "Let's have lunch together!"

Meng Yinyin was shocked: "Bai Zichen let go!"

"If you don't agree, I won't let you go."

Not far away, Song Tingyue was sitting in the car and saw Meng Yinyin and Bai Zichen pulling and tugging, his eyes were so dark that the sun could not be seen, and the knuckles of his hands holding the steering wheel were white.

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