Chen Xiang grew up in grandma's house. When he was a child, he actually saw Chen Wang for a limited number of times, but it didn't delay the relationship between the brother and sister. Chen Xiang was always worried about her brother's lifelong affairs.

This fairy-like little sister-in-law, and her brother's stupid idiot, seems to make people feel a little bit a pity. What's going on?

Chen wanted to use his life to listen to the corner of the wall. His tattoo machine was turned off just now, just to be able to hear what these two people said. As a result, the two of them walked around like they were playing Tai Chi for a long time, and Chen didn't understand much about what was going on.

She leaned over and asked directly: "Can you two have a chance? Why do I feel confused when I listen?"

Chen Wang lit another cigarette: "There is no chance."

Chen wanted to raise his eyebrows: "I don't look like it."

Chen Wang lowered his eyes and smiled.

Meng Yingning came to him this time for obvious purpose.

I was afraid that I had said something messy last night, and I was afraid that he would misunderstand it, so I rushed to find him to clear my relationship.

If you are drunk and confess to someone, you may be fooled.

Even if it is true, she probably will never say such words to him.

I would say something inexplicable.

Chen Wang remembered that Meng Yingning was addicted to drama genius last night and became Empress Meng all night. After being sent home, she finally got tired of acting. She sat quietly for a while, but after a few minutes of rest, she started crying again.

When I cried, I was like when I was a child, and I was very whispering, quiet and pitiful, like a small animal curled up and sobbing when I was injured.

Chen Wang was particularly not good at this, but he couldn't. He sighed and wanted to take people out of the corner.

Meng Yingning didn't move and curled up stubbornly.

Chen Wang squatted in front of her and patiently said, "Why are you crying?"

Meng Yingning looked at him with tears in his eyes and called him with great grievance: "Chen Wang."

"Um."

"Chen Wang." Meng Yingning called him again.

Chen Wang hesitated, raised his hand, and rubbed her hair: "Here is here."

"I feel in pain." Meng Yingning said.

Chen Wang paused and frowned: "Where does it hurt?"

Meng Yingning sniffed: "My hands hurt, my fingers hurt."

Chen Wangzhen thought that her finger was injured without paying attention, so he pulled her hands down and pulled them in front of him.

The girl's fingers are slender and slender, beautiful and fair, and her nails are round and clean, and there is no injury.

"Well," Chen Wang said nonsense when she was drunk and asked according to her, "How can it not hurt?"

Chen Wang thought she wasn't crazy yet, so he thought of giving her a reason, and as her wishes, she would make trouble for herself again. After she had to make enough trouble, she would probably be able to sleep.

As a result, Meng Yingning did not.

"It's impossible not to hurt." She whispered.

Chen Wang didn't hear it very clearly and leaned closer: "Hmm?"
Chapter completed!