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

Chapter 92: The Widow Before Getting Married
Meng Yinyin swallowed her saliva, and before being killed by Song Tingyue's eyes, she said bravely, "Actually, you are handsome and rich, so you should be very happy to marry you, but...you are really not my type. .”

As I said in the morning, she likes warm men who are gentle and considerate.

Song Tingyue has nothing to do with being gentle and considerate.

Although she is a face control, she doesn't have the guts to like him.

The whole person is cold, and she is afraid when she looks at it.

No emotion could be seen from Song Tingyue's handsome face, but he was already panicking if he didn't speak.

Meng Yinyin asked timidly, "Are you not angry?"

"no!"

Only then did Song Tingyue open his mouth, Meng Yinyin's nervous little face was reflected in his deep eyes.

It could be seen that she was indeed afraid of him.

In his presence, she would feel uncomfortable.

Is he that scary?

The atmosphere in the office became more and more embarrassing and weird, and it was so quiet that only the breathing of the two of them was heard.

Meng Yinyin brushed her hair cautiously, not daring to raise her head to meet Song Tingyue's gaze.

After a long silence, she said: "Song Tingyue, I can actually understand your feelings. Anyway, I'm still young and I'm not in a hurry. I can act with you for the past two years, but don't count on me for the succession of the family. There is nothing I can do to help."

Meng Yinyin felt sad when she thought that she would be a widow two years before she got married.

After Song Tingyue died, it might not be easy for her to remarry.

Although she and Song Tingyue were just married in a fake manner, others would definitely think that she was Kefu and killed Song Tingyue.

Song Tingyue knew Meng Yinyin's mind without guessing.

Seeing her frowning, his brows were also tightly knit together.

Putting down the bowl and chopsticks, Song Tingyue poured a glass of red wine and walked to the French window.

His slender body carried the aura of a king looking down on the world, but at this moment, Meng Yinyin only saw loneliness and loneliness.

It doesn't matter if you are superior, after all, you can't match the cycle of life.

Looking at him from a distance, you can also be infected by the loneliness around him.

The heart was tightly clenched.

Meng Yinyin didn't want to eat anymore, so she walked over and stood beside Song Tingyue.

Under the feet are all living beings like ants.

There is no joy of being high above, only the loneliness of being too cold at the top.

Meng Yinyin couldn't help guessing what Song Tingyue was thinking while standing here every day, looking at everything in the world.

"Song Tingyue..."

"Say!"

His voice was cold, even the hottest summer sun could not melt him.

Meng Yinyin slowly raised her head, looked at Song Tingyue's knife-like profile, and her heart twitched again.

"..."

She actually forgot what she wanted to say.

After holding back for a long time, Meng Yinyin said, "I'm full, and I still have class in the afternoon. Goodbye!"

Song Tingyue pursed his thin lips tightly, and kept looking ahead, the blue sky far away without boundaries.

He turned around when he heard the door open, only to see a leaving figure.

Meng Yinyin went back to school by car, and received a call from Song's mother: "Yinyin, are you at school?"

"Outside, go back to school right away, Mom, what's the matter?"

"I'll wait for you at the main gate of the covered bridge opposite your school. Let's talk when you come."

"Oh, good."

Mother Song and Meng Yinyin finished the phone call, and then called Song Tingyue: "Tingyue, I'm at Yinyin School now, come over here."

"What?"

"Did you forget what you said the day before yesterday?"

"what's up?"

"You really forgot. Didn't your dad and I say that we would give Yinyin an apartment? I brought the keys here today and let Yinyin choose by herself. If you're free, come and refer to Yinyin."

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