The little girl is usually not showing off her mountains and water, and she is soft and as if she is silly and sweet. In fact, after getting familiar with her, she will find that the name of this little fox is not called in vain, but is both spiritual and skinny.

Especially the few people present were all very familiar with each other since childhood, Meng Yingning was even more unpretentious. She almost blurted out when she said this, and she didn't think much about it at all.

Meng Yingning began to reflect on whether he had been a little too lazy recently and had lost his mind.

His mouth is faster than his brain. When Meng Yingning said it, he really had no other meaning. The moment he said it, he realized that this was wrong and his understanding was not so appropriate now.

Meng Yingning's face turned red after realizing it.

What a thing?

Lu Zhihuan ordered some fake bars today.

Meng Yingning felt despair again, buried in Lin Jingnian's arms as if she was escaping. She felt very embarrassed and didn't want to look up and face the beautiful current situation at this time.

No one spoke for a while, and after a while, Chen Wang laughed calmly.

I don’t know if this laugh was an illusion, but Meng Yingning always felt that he could hear some inexplicable meaning and meaning from it.

Her ears moved slightly, and now even her ears turned red. She quickly raised her head and explained quickly: "He touched my hair without washing his hands."

Lin Jingnian instantly sorted out the beginning of the matter with so many years of understanding of her and understood it.

After finishing the matter, I felt embarrassed again.

What are you trying to be so thin-skinned?

Meng Yingning raised her head and looked at Chen Wang, and said softly with her mouth: "The hair I just washed was rubbed."

Chen Wang: "..."

You're also wronged first.

He was still looking at the door in a daze. At this moment, Lu Zhihuan also came over, stood at the door and stomped his brother's shoulders, and turned around inexplicably to look at Chen Wang: "Brother Chen Wang, why are you touching her hair?"

“…”

Chen Wang turned his head indifferently and looked at him: "Come."

Lu Zhihuan ran over without saying a word.

Chen Wang raised his hand and grabbed his head.

Stay for three seconds.

Lu Zhihuan was 1.8 meters shorter than Chen Wang. He was a 25-year-old man who was obedient and motionless, and he pressed his head with a confused look on his face: "What's wrong?"

"I want to touch," Chen Wang repeated in a dragging voice, "I just want to touch, do you understand?"

Lu Zhihuan shook his head: "Okay, understand."

Lin Jingnian rolled her eyes and thought to herself: Idiot.

Lu Zhizhou sighed, not understanding why his younger brother was so silly.

Only Erpang was shocked when he heard this sentence "I just want to touch it."

He glanced at Lu Zhizhou and didn't seem to have any abnormal reaction.

Erpang is confused.

He has been standing in Zhouning CP for more than ten years.

Did you really stand in the wrong position?

Several people were making a lot of trouble at the door, and the people in the private room looked here through the table: "What are you doing? You haven't come in yet."

"Here," Lu Zhizhou turned around with a smile, "They are having fun and come in immediately."

Lu Zhihuan reacted and called out to bring all the people in. Meng Yingning followed Lin Jingnian in, sat down and turned around, looked at the door, and the door was taken.

Behind her, Chen Wang did not follow him.

Meng Yingning bit the chopsticks and turned her head, glanced at the dining table in front of her, picked up a piece of sweet and sour tenderloin, and continued to eat.

When the third piece was eaten, the door was opened, Chen Wangren came back and sat down next to her.

Meng Yingning's eyes were unbiased and he focused on eating sweet and sour tenderloin. After eating, he leaned his head and stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a small row on the table.

There was also someone turning on the opposite side, and the speed was a little fast. She was afraid that she would not be able to pick it up, so she quickly reached out and before she could even reach out. The chopsticks had already been stretched out, and the plate had already turned to Chen Wang next to her, and it was about to turn further.

Meng Yingning gave up and thought about eating when she turned around next circle.

Just as she was about to stop, a pair of clearly-choked hands reached out from her and pressed the glass turntable.

The man used a little force on his arm, and the muscles on the forearm stretched out smooth and powerful lines as the movements were moved. His fingers were placed on the turntable, and the small row of the plate stopped diagonally in front of him, not moving at all.

Meng Yingning turned his head.

Chen Wang raised his chin to the plate of ribs: "Clip."

She quickly stretched out her arms and passed them to her, but it was still a little far away, and the chopsticks could barely touch a piece of ribs.

Meng Yingning was about to say forget it, I would eat some of them first, but the chopsticks in my hand were suddenly pulled away.

Chen Wang changed his other hand and pressed the turntable, pinched her chopsticks, grabbed the small row she had just liked, and put it into her small porcelain bowl.

After finishing one piece, I picked up another piece, then handed her the chopsticks and said lightly: "Eat it."

Meng Yingning took it, blinked and thanked.

When the man stopped, his fingers faintly passed in front of her.

The smell of hand sanitizer then slightly over the tip of the nose, light, clean and clear-

In the afternoon, after the meal, Lu Zhihuan, the elderly, had a healthy birthday party for the next session. The group went to Tang Cheng to play mahjong.

Lu Zhihuan’s favorite part.

Meng Yingning is actually very enthusiastic about this national quintessence competition, but now he can't be too interested. The private room is very large, and there are a group of people playing billiards outside, a group of people playing mahjong inside, and two players playing cards.

After Chen Wang answered the phone call, he and Lu Zhizhou left first. As soon as his brother left, Lu Zhihuan became interested in the back of his feet. He slapped the mahjong table suddenly, stood up and shouted: "Call me two princesses!"

Lin Jingnian rolled her eyes, pulled a cushion and threw it at him: "Shut up, I see you are like a princess."

Meng Yingning put her chin on the cushion and resumed leisurely: "Go and hang a sign for yourself. Maybe you can earn back the loss you played mahjong in one night."

Lu Zhihuan loves playing mahjong, but he is so evil. His mahjong skills are still very poor for many years. People in the market call him a boy who gives money.

Lu Zhihuan was silent and sat back honestly to continue eating the 369 cakes that he had touched.

Lin Jingnian turned her head.

Meng Yingning was fiddling with Weibo, leaving messages and other messages, and everything was messy, and she made an appointment to promote her.

She casually clicked on a private message to open a Taobao store to make an appointment for a photo shoot, looked carefully at a few lines, and noticed Lin Jingnian's warm gaze.

Meng Yingning hummed twice, pressing the screen to type while typing, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I feel," Lin Jingnian thought about the words, "Chen Wang seems to have become a little different."

Meng Yingning paused and continued to type: "It's been ten years, how can I stay the same? I'm different."

"It's not that different, I don't know what to say, it's just a feeling," Lin Jingnian said in confusion. "Although he still looks like bullying you, he gives people that kind of feeling, which makes people feel that he has no ulterior motives for you now."

Lin Jingnian paused after saying that, looking at her: "You understand."

Meng Yingning raised her head and looked at her: "I don't understand."

She didn't think Chen Wang had any inappropriate thoughts about her.

"It's not for you, it's just that he seems to be quite careless about everything now."

Meng Yingning paused when typing.

"Oh, you don't understand after saying it. You're just a fool," Lin Jingnian sighed, "You'd better talk to Lu Zhizhou more. You two said too little today."

"We kept talking during our meal today," Meng Yingning put down her phone and looked at her in confusion, "But I have anything to talk to with him."

"A lot of it is easy to talk about," said Lin Jingnian. "Talk about the betrothal gifts and talk about the children's school district housing."

Lin Jingnian suddenly became excited, leaned her head closer and whispered: "I have asked you for your question. Brother Zhizhou doesn't have a girlfriend now."

Meng Yingning reacted for several seconds before she understood what she meant.

She suddenly laughed and looked at her incredible: "No, does he have a girlfriend? What does it have to do with me?"

Her ridiculous reaction was too smooth and natural, and Lin Jingnian was also stunned and whispered: "Don't you like him?"

Meng Yingning was curious: "What kind of like?"

"It's... the kind of love I want to sleep with him," Lin Jingnian thought for a while, nodded, "I want to get to him."

“…”

Her expression was quite serious, so Meng Yingning also cooperated with her and thought about it very seriously, then shook her head: "No."

Lin Jingnian didn't believe it: "Never before?"

Meng Yingning: "Never."

Lin Jingnian struggled dyingly: "I haven't even had it when I was a child?"

Meng Yingning blinked: "I haven't seen it since I can remember."
To be continued...