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

Chapter 93 Building a Love Nest Together
When they reached the main gate of the covered bridge, Meng Yinyin looked at the tall and straight man in disbelief.

Shouldn't he be strategizing in the office?
How come here?

If you want to come, don't say anything, take his car, and she can save two yuan on the bus fare.

Song's mother warmly took Meng Yinyin's hand: "Yinyin, do you have any requirements for the floor orientation?"

"Uh?"

Why can't she understand what the fuck is saying?
What floor and what orientation?
Meng Yinyin subconsciously looked at Song Tingyue.

After receiving Meng Yinyin's call for help, Song Tingyue parted his thin lips lightly, and reminded: "Mom and Dad are going to give you an apartment, and you can choose it yourself."

"what?"

Really want to send her?

Meng Yinyin felt as if she had become friends with a local tyrant and suddenly became rich.

Although the Meng family is also considered a wealthy family, her grandfather has never given her a million-dollar gift like an apartment.

Song's mother took out several house plans for Meng Yinyin to choose.

She picked and picked the smallest apartment among them.Only 120㎡.

The apartment has been finely decorated, and you can move in with daily necessities.

Meng Yinyin thought that she would not live there either, so she didn't have any requirements for the house, so she decided on it after just one look.

Mother Song said happily, "From now on, this will be your and Ting Yue's love nest."

"..."

love nest... nest... nest...

Why did those discordant pictures appear in her mind when she heard these two words.

Chest muscles, abdominal muscles, mermaid lines, and wheat-colored skin all came to mind, causing her body temperature to rise rapidly.

Song Tingyue stood behind her, she could even smell the elegant Long Yanxiang on his body.

Meng Yinyin blushed: "Mom, I'm going to class, goodbye."

She covered her face and ran away.

Song's mother looked at Meng Yinyin's running back and smiled from ear to ear: "We are married, and Yinyin is still so shy, so cute."

"Ah."

Song Tingyue responded indifferently, and his eyes seemed to be glued to Meng Yinyin's body, being dragged by her all the time.

Song's mother suddenly looked at Song Tingyue: "Have you worked hard? You have been married for so long, why is there no good news?"

His eyes showed not only disgust but also suspicion.

"..."

Song Tingyue was speechless.

He and Meng Yinyin have been married for less than a month. What does it mean to have been married for so long?

Song's mother said seriously: "Son, if you are sick, you need to be treated. Don't hide it. It's not shameful."

"I'm not sick."

The corners of Song Tingyue's lips twitched, and his deep pupils flickered uncomfortably.

"If you're not sick, Yinyin isn't pregnant yet, so you just don't work hard. From now on, you and Yinyin will live here at night, and you are not allowed to work overtime. Now having a baby is your top priority, understand?"

Thinking that her son was only two years old, Mother Song became very anxious.

But my son didn't seem to be in a hurry at all. He and Yinyin didn't meet each other usually, and they only stayed together for two days on weekends.

How can two days a week be enough? For seven days in a row, the chances of getting pregnant are greater if you are together every day.

Song Tingyue smiled wryly and walked towards the bedroom.

He looked at the luxurious European-style carved bed in the bedroom, and his eyes suddenly darkened.

The house is fully furnished except for daily necessities.

You can check in in the evening after sending someone to deliver it in the afternoon.

Mother Song immediately started to prepare.

Meng Yinyin was in class and received a WeChat message from Haina: [Zhou Tianqi is looking for you everywhere, be careful, don't forget to record "I'm an Idol" on Friday. 】

【understood. 】

Meng Yinyin frowned and thought about it, and decided to log in to Feiyin's WeChat account to check, but her phone almost exploded.

(End of this chapter)