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

Chapter 97 My mother likes children
"My mother is waiting for you." Song Tingyue's handsome face was taut, although he couldn't see any emotion, his eyes were so sharp that it made people frightened.

Those who disobey him will end badly.

Meng Yinyin's back was cold, and she muttered without confidence: "If you let go, I will go by myself."

"En." Song Tingyue let go of her and walked straight forward.

Self-righteous bastard!

Holding back her anger, Meng Yinyin followed Song Tingyue slowly.

Arriving at her and Song Tingyue's "love nest", the first reaction upon entering the door was that she had gone the wrong way.

It wasn't like this when I came at noon, but it changed completely after a few hours.

"Yinyin, do you like it?"

Mother Song was all smiles, and she dragged Meng Yinyin around like offering a treasure.

Like magic, she turned a cold house into a warm home.

There is also a shelf of succulents planted on the balcony.

Skin care products, washing products, clothes, shoes, and bags are all ready for Meng Yinyin, and she can move in without buying anything.

Mother Song is very careful, and even prepared tampons for Meng Yinyin.

Meng Yinyin was very moved when she saw the things carefully selected by Mama Song.

When she was very young, her parents died in a car accident. Although her grandfather was very kind to her, he was a man after all, so he was not as careful as a woman. The servant was always an outsider, so it was impossible for her to care and love her like a relative.

Meng Yinyin was only five or six years old when her parents died.

In order not to make her sad, Mr. Meng has been hiding it from her, only saying that her parents have gone to work far away and will not be back for the time being.

Young Meng Yinyin's biggest wish is for her parents to come home early, she misses them so much.

A little older, Meng Yinyin is sensible, and Mr. Meng's white lies are self-defeating.

She knew that her parents would never come back.

Meng Yinyin hid under the quilt and cried secretly, but pretended not to know anything in front of her grandfather.

For so many years, she has forgotten what maternal love is. It was Song's mother who made her regain maternal love.

It turns out that maternal love is so warm, so...comfortable...

When she thought of her teaming up with Song Tingyue to deceive them, she felt so guilty that she couldn't hold her head up.

"Mom, thank you."

She had a lump in her throat as she spoke.

Song's mother gently stroked Meng Yinyin's head, her eyes were filled with love: "Why are you being polite with me, you marry Ting Yue, you are my daughter, I should love you."

Mother Song saw the sadness in Meng Yinyin's eyes and knew that she thought of her parents who died young.

"Yinyin, we are all your family members, people you can trust." Mother Song has kind eyes and kind eyes, and her gentle tone pokes at the softest part of Meng Yinyin's heart.

"Mom... thank you... thank you..."

Meng Yinyin couldn't control her emotions anymore, hugged Song's mother tightly, and shed tears mixed with guilt.

Mother Song patted her on the back, and her eyes were red at some point.

Song Tingyue sat on the sofa, watching his old mother and Meng Yinyin embrace each other with true feelings, his dark eyes seemed to be cracked, and bright light slowly overflowed.

Song's mother bought vegetables and cooked in the apartment at night, and her old man did the cooking herself.

Meng Yinyin was sitting on the sofa waiting for dinner, she turned to Song Tingyue who was sitting on the other side of the sofa, and asked shyly, "What does your mother like?"

Mother Song has done so much for her, and Meng Yinyin also wants to send her a gift to show her gratitude.

Song Tingyue raised his eyebrows: "My mother likes children!"

(Yinyin: You know about giving birth all day long, do you have other things on your mind? Young Master Ting: Yes! Yinyin: What is it? Young Master Ting: You! Yinyin:: (＞﹏＜)) Thank you for the reward that I want to go back to kindergarten for further study, I love you, okay!
(End of this chapter)