The smile on Meng Yingning's face was almost unstoppable: "Teacher Mo, I am not a model, I am the theme planning editor of this issue, and I am responsible for today's inner page shooting."

The man raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Part-time job?"

"Ah," Meng Yingning responded without any expression, "Teacher, do you want to go in and take a look? The model has arrived."

Yang Qiwan said "ah" and his eyes were still on her.

Meng Yingning didn't know how to describe that feeling, it was like a chef who saw a piece of pork and was racking his brains to study how to cook this piece of pork to make it better.

The next second, the chef finally moved his eyes away from the pork, then took out his cell phone, and said to the pork, "Add WeChat? If you have the chance to find you to take a video or something."

“…”

Why is it a bit strange to be said by this person?

Meng Yingning looked at him indescribable, pulled out his cell phone, and the two of them scanned a friend.

"Okay." The chef was satisfied after sweeping, patted the pork on the shoulder, and waved his hand as he walked in, "If you have time to contact you, I won't treat you badly in terms of price."

“…”

If you want to say this again, I will call the police!

The chef deserves to know Yu He'an, and his turtle hair is comparable to that. He scolded and cried six times a day, three times in the morning and three times in the afternoon, which is particularly average.

When his uncle was finally satisfied, half an hour had passed after get off work. Meng Yingning originally wanted to take the time to send Chen Wang a WeChat message to tell him, but as soon as he took out his phone, he was howled again. When he was busy, he forgot about it.

After leaving the studio, Meng Yingning rushed all the way to the elevator to go upstairs, entered the office and pulled up her coat and bag, and ran out, and ran to the lobby on the first floor. She looked around like a thief.

Not here.

Meng Yingning was a little nervous and a little panicked, and while walking out, he called Chen Wang.

There was a quick link there. Meng Yingning asked without waiting for him to speak, “I just worked overtime. Have you arrived?”

"Well," his voice was a little hoarse, "outside."

Meng Yingning breathed a sigh of relief, stuffed her phone into her bag, and ran out.

The closer you get, the smile on your lips can't help but expand.

Meng Yingning was a little nervous, her eardrums were bulging with heartbeats, and she thumped, making her clear and present.

Meng Yingning ran out of the office building, looked around, and saw a white car on the side of the road.

A man leaning against the car door was standing, with a tall figure and a cold and handsome line on his side.

When she saw it, he turned his head and looked at each other from a distance.

Something lit up under his dark eyes.

Meng Yingning bit her lip with a red face, ran towards him, and ran to him. She opened her arms and jumped high, and jumped onto him.

Chen Wang was a little surprised and quickly reacted to catch her, hugged her and dragged her upwards.

Meng Yingning hooked his arm and hung his whole body on him, from blushing to ears, her black eyes were bright, and she asked softly: "Ask you again, do you like me?"

Shy and bold.

Chen Wang looked at her and said, "I like it."

Meng Yingning's eyelashes trembled, and his fingertips grabbed his shirt collar. He was a little nervous, but he still stared at him persistently: "Say it again."

"I like it." Chen Wang said softly.

Meng Yingning's fingers loosened.

She lowered her head, pursed her lips and smiled secretly, the smile on her lips widened, and then disappeared.

Meng Yingning raised his head with a stern face and called him seriously: "Chen Wang."

She was held by him, and now she was taller than him, looking down at him with her eyes down: "I know what you are thinking. You think I am timid. Do you think I will be scared away by you when you say that?"

"Don't even think about it. I didn't react in the morning," she raised her hands and pinched his jawbone. "There are also all the messy things you don't want to say now, and I won't ask if you don't want to tell me all. I don't care why you didn't want to be good before, but now you don't have it. You have me now."

"You are mine, your whole body is mine, you can't take your own initiative," Meng Yingning looked at him with his lips pursed, and his dark eyes looked into his quiet eyes, and said seriously, "If you want to live, live well together, and die together."

Chen Wang looked at her silently for a while.

Meng Yingning urged him, his voice very sweet: "Did you hear me? You kissed me and you can't be irresponsible."

Chen Wang held her arm and slid, then raised his hand, held the back of her head and pressed it down, with his lips close.

His voice was sent into her mouth with his breath, a little hot, his fingertips were shaking, and his voice was hoarse: "Okay."
Chapter completed!