The dim yellow street light came in through the window.
Two people touch each other.
Ning Meng's bright eyes stared at the man.
What she wanted to say, but before she could speak, she saw the man suddenly bend over.
Ning Meng stretched her body and felt that her heart was about to jump out of her chest. She clutched her hands nervously and trembled a little.
This kind of palpitation is mixed with inexplicable expectation in shyness
But in this ambiguous moment, the phone does not understand the style of the ringing of the SMS.
Lemon:
She sat fast, her cheeks burning.
He secretly went to see Huo Beichen. Some things were suppressed in the man's eyes. Some of them were hot. His Adam's apple rolled a few times, but at the moment when his eyes fell on her mobile phone, he restrained himself deeply and turned cold: "ah."
Ning Meng looks down. On her mobile screen, Lin Qingbei sends her a wechat message: "are you home? ]
lemon: "..."
She didn't reply to the news, hurriedly told the man about Liu Ying's dallying with heat first, and then said, "he did this to transfer heat. I've made it clear to him for a long time. It's impossible between me and him."
After that, she turned on her mobile phone and replied to the message in front of the man.
Ning Meng: [not yet. I'm with my husband. ]
after replying to the news, he looked at Huo Beichen and waited for him to get angry.
Huo Beichen said he didn't like it.
He turned his head to look out of the window and opened his mouth: "those people on Weibo all let you together."
When he said this in a low voice, he had a slight grievance.
Ning Meng hurried to log on his own microblog: cartoonist lemon.
Sure enough, someone has searched her, and her fan value has increased by 100000 because of this.
Someone else asked if she was Lin Qingbei's girlfriend?
Ning Meng doesn't care, cuts back to the home page and posts a micro blog:
cartoonist lemon V: married, thank you.
After the hair, she flattered to show Huo Beichen, the man was satisfied, and once again extended his big hand to rub her head.
"Well, don't do that. I'm in a mess."
Ning Meng unties his skin tendon, shakes his head, and the soft hair falls down. He is a bit natural and casual, and spits, "you can't touch my head like this, I'm not Xiaotiantian."
The man breathes tight.
He gave a low smile and lowered his eyes.
Once, she said that.
Later, when he wanted to touch her head, there was no more her
See the man not angry, Ning Meng this just relieved.
At this time, Zhen Shanmei, who just got off the bus, sent a message: "are you still alive? ]
Ning Meng replied with a smile: [ha ha, ah, you have to be respectful. The beauty of the pig is bright, intelligent and harmonious. Its culture is rich, and its education has been accepted. The first word recognition is that you say it clearly, and the short letter is that you can read it, but the reading is that of the Wen pig. The pig in the world is saying it. ]
Zhen Shanmei: [? ]
Ning Meng: [read backward. ]When the man saw it, Lin Qingbei also replied.
To prove his innocence, Ning Meng ordered directly in front of the man: "he must have come to explain and apologize. I really have nothing to do with him."
The next moment, I will see -
Lin Qingbei: [Ning Meng, my confession tonight is sincere. You told me before that you and your husband are not husband and wife. So, are you talking about divorce now? ]
lemon:??
Without looking up, she heard the man's gnashing of his teeth: "there is no reality of husband and wife?"
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