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

chapter 9
Isn't holding a memorial service for the living to curse Feiyin to death?

Meng Yinyin was about to push the door, but what her roommate said next made her withdraw her hand.

"Why are we so unlucky to live in the same dormitory with Meng Yinyin? It doesn't matter if we are ugly, but we even ran out to embarrass others, and we were also embarrassing."

"Isn't it? I went to the poetry club yesterday, and several people came to ask me if I shared a dormitory with Meng Yinyin. She is quite famous now."

"I think she's usually quite honest. It's a shame why she doesn't have any self-knowledge."

"I don't want to live with her, I'm going to apply for a change of dormitory."

"Me too, me too, let's go together."

"And me, we all moved away, so as not to look at her every day and grow up like her."

Meng Yinyin thought that her relationship with her roommates was not good but not bad, but she didn't expect them to comment on her like this behind her back.

Without taking the book, Meng Yinyin went to the hospital.

There is only one hour of visiting time.

She took off her glasses and braces and walked into the intensive care unit.

Mr. Meng was in a bad state of mind. He was lying on the bed, panting heavily, and the sound in his throat sounded like he was pulling a bellows.

"Grandpa, you must get better." Meng Yinyin held old man Meng's withered hand and lowered her head to wipe away her tears.

"Yinyin... don't cry... grandpa won't die... grandpa still wants to... watch you and Ting Yue... get married..."

Mr. Meng exhausted all his strength and patted Meng Yinyin's hand: "Tomorrow...bring Tingyue...together..."

Meng Yinyin nodded vigorously: "Okay, Grandpa, I will definitely bring him with me tomorrow, Grandpa, I'm sorry, I was too self-willed before, I'm sorry..."

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When the visiting time was over, Meng Yinyin wiped away her tears and went straight to Song Tingyue's company.

Song Tingyue is processing documents in the office.

The secretary came to report to work, and the phone rang suddenly.

After the secretary answered the phone, there was an incredulous expression on his face: "Boss, there is a lady surnamed Meng in the lobby who claims to be your fiancée. She wants to see you. Do you want to see me?"

Song Tingyue didn't say anything, his handsome face remained calm.

He was so calm that he didn't seem to hear her words.

The secretary stood there waiting for a while, and continued to report on his work.

Walking out of the president's office after the report, the secretary was still thinking hard.

What does your own boss mean?

To see or not to see?
I don't even give a letter.

She didn't even know how to answer the front desk.

The assistant saw that the secretary had been frowning since he came out of the president's office, and asked curiously, "What's the matter, have you been scolded?"

The secretary saw the assistant as if he saw a savior, and his eyes lit up: "You have been with Boss for a long time, do you know that Boss has a fiancee?"

"I do not know!"

"Help me analyze and analyze."

"Analyze what?"

The secretary repeated what the front desk had said, and asked anxiously, "What do you mean the Boss didn't make a statement? Did you see him or not?"

"Miss surnamed Meng?" The assistant held his chin for a while and smiled, "I think it's best to turn a blind eye to this matter and pretend that you don't know anything, understand?"

"Pretend you don't know anything?"

The secretary looked at the assistant in surprise, saw his ambiguous smile, suddenly realized, and nodded again and again: "Yes, I understand!"

The secretary hurriedly called the front desk and told the front desk and the security guard to leave that Miss Meng alone.

After the phone call, the secretary and the assistant went to the secretary's office together so as not to get in the way here.

Song Tingyue was the only one left in the huge president's office.

(End of this chapter)