My Life Can Hang

Chen Dongcheng took Zhuang Manting's hand naturally.

Zhuang Manting's body was obviously tense, and there were some fine sweat stains on her palms.

Three suites with separate bathroom and dressing room.

Almost no girl can resist this attraction.

Zhuang Manting couldn't help but think of her small room.

Some clothes can only be put in boxes, wrinkled.

The transparent locker made of pure glass exudes a fatal attraction under the illumination of warm-colored spotlights.

The empty wardrobe inside is undoubtedly waiting for the favor of the hostess.

At this time, Song Meng also strolled upstairs and ran over.

"Wow, Sister Manting, the bedrooms in this house are so big, bigger than our two bedrooms combined."

Song Meng danced and gestured, and obviously liked it here.

Chen Dongcheng smiled and asked, "Do you want to move here?"

Although Song Meng thought about it, she refused mercilessly.

"Che, thinking about you too much, sister Manting and I will not let you succeed."

"you sure?"

Chen Dongcheng teased her deliberately: "Maybe if you don't come, other girls will live in."

"you dare!"

Song Meng said angrily, "You can't let me order, rascal, Sister Manting, this guy is so annoying!"

"Okay, let's go wash the dishes first, it's past six o'clock."

Zhuang Manting knew that Song Meng was just playing tricks, so she went downstairs to wash the dishes first.

Chen Dongcheng and Song Meng were the only ones left in the room.

Song Meng suddenly felt that the atmosphere was not right, and she no longer had the arrogant arrogance just now.

"Well, I'll go down and help Sister Manting..."

Before Song Meng could finish speaking, Chen Dongcheng rudely hugged Song Meng in his arms.

"Well..., Sister Manting is still downstairs."

Song Meng felt that her body was getting hot, as if Chen Dongcheng's hug seemed to have magic power.

Chen Dongcheng watched Song Meng's ears turn red instantly, very cute.

"We finish dinner at night and go back to move."

"move place?"

Song Meng blinked her big eyes and looked up at Chen Dongcheng.

The height difference was just right, and Chen Dongcheng couldn't bear it any longer, so he lowered his head and kissed.

"that……"

Zhuang Manting originally planned to ask Chen Dongcheng whether he should eat spicy base.

When I saw this scene, my heart was a little sour.

That was a feeling that Zhuang Manting had never had before, and she felt very tight in her chest.

Zhuang Manting sighed softly and went downstairs.

About a few minutes later, Chen Dongcheng released Song Meng.

Song Meng's face turned red into a big apple, panting like a dehydrated fish.

"I hate it. Sister Manting came just now."

Song Meng blushed and said angrily, "It's a shame this time. Sister Manting will definitely laugh at me when I go back."

"What are you afraid of, this time you know how to obey?"

Chen Dongcheng stroked Song Meng's long hair, and Song Meng leaned against Chen Dongcheng softly.

"I know, that night you and I persuaded Sister Manting that it's not safe for her to live alone."

Chen Dongcheng never planned to let Zhuang Manting live there by himself.

"I know, okay, let's go downstairs first."

"Hurry up to eat, let's get done and move house soon."

Song Meng was as obedient as a little daughter-in-law, and was held by Chen Dongcheng's little hand.

My heart is full of joy, like eating honey.

Going downstairs, Song Meng first broke free from Chen Dongcheng's big hand like a thief with a guilty conscience.

Xiao ran to the kitchen to help, and after a while, there was a silver bell-like laughter from the kitchen.

Chen Dongcheng went to the living room to turn on the TV.

He casually threw the drinks, yogurt and the like brought by Song Meng and the others into the refrigerator.

In the kitchen, Song Meng and the others were fast.

In addition to eating hot pot, it is not that complicated in itself.

The dining table and chairs are European-style, and the goblets and champagne glasses, as well as cutlery, are readily available.

Chen Dongcheng admired this female proprietor a little, and never used it at all.

He was planning to move in the evening, and Chen Dongcheng had no idea of ​​drinking.

If you really want to get Song Meng and the others drunk, there will be no chance after living together.

Besides, women don't get drunk, can men have a chance?

Chapter 35. 035. Your own woman must be spoiled

Chen Dongcheng sat opposite Song Meng and Zhuang Manting, looking at the two soul-stirring faces, he couldn't help but feel a little proud.

The average man can have a goddess-level woman in his life, and this life is enough.

Chen Dongcheng now has two goddess-level women with different styles to accompany him, how comfortable is it?

"Come on, thank you for coming here to help today."

"Cheers, hee hee, from now on, sister Manting and I will be the hostess here!"

Zhuang Manting didn't know what she was thinking, she touched her glass and took a sip absentmindedly.

Chen Dongcheng was quite happy to eat.

Although the taste is not as good as that of a restaurant, it has a kind of family warmth.

Song Meng has a carefree personality, and she is busy robbing Chen Dongcheng for meat.

Zhuang Manting eats green vegetables occasionally, and only eats a little for a long time.

Zhuang Manting didn't want to mix so much with Chen Dongcheng, even if Song Meng said last time, she didn't mind.

But Zhuang Manting is very clear, can you really not mind?

not necessarily.

What woman doesn't want to monopolize her man?

Even if there were other women who would compete with Song Meng, Zhuang Manting didn't want that person to be her.

That's why Zhuang Manting has been avoiding Chen Dongcheng's overt or dark emotions.

But Zhuang Manting didn't expect Chen Dongcheng to rent this house.

Zhuang Manting can clearly understand what Chen Dongcheng means, that is, she wants to improve her and Song Meng's living environment.

But really can live together and nothing happens?

Zhuang Manting didn't believe she could do it, let alone Chen Dongcheng.

Think about it, maybe this guy has some bad intentions.

Seeing Song Meng foolishly playing with Chen Dongcheng, Zhuang Manting felt a little envious.

People have different personalities. Song Meng can do this naturally, but Zhuang Manting can't.

Zhuang Manting, who had eaten a meal, had no appetite.

Song Meng and Chen Dongcheng ate very happily, and all the ingredients they bought were destroyed.

Only then did Zhuang Manting come back to her senses, she couldn't help but rolled her eyes and patted Chen Dongcheng and Song Meng on their stomachs.

"The two of you ate the portion for four people, and I thought you couldn't finish it."

"Oh, sister Manting, I didn't eat much, all of them were eaten by Chen Dongcheng, right?"

Song Meng exposed her little tiger teeth and threatened Chen Dongcheng.

"Yes, I eat all of it, and you drink some soup."

Chen Dongcheng pouted and called a moving company.

"Hello, sir."

"Hello, I need you to move as soon as possible. I can add more labor costs. Just be careful not to break things."

"Sir, what is your address?"

"The first phase of Garden City, and then you need to move to the west bank of the mangrove."

"Mangrove West Bank? Okay, don't worry, we'll be there in a while."

Chen Dongcheng hung up the phone and nodded to Song Meng: "It's done, we'll set off now, and the moving company will arrive in a while."