want.

Too much.

Meng Yingning didn't react for a moment why Chen Wang asked such an obvious question that he didn't need to ask at all.

She didn't even react to what Chen Wang asked... Anyway, no matter what he said, as long as he didn't break up, she would agree now.

The little girl hugged the quilt, shrank her neck, raised her hand and covered her ears, and hid behind her, blinking her eyes.

The IQ began to slowly recover, and the man's low voice echoed in his mind with a loud horn on his head.

Move here and live with me.

Live with me.

Live together.

...

Meng Yingning looked at him, grabbed his ears with his fingertips, staring at him blankly, and blushed again with a very unpromising look.

Before she could even take back her tears, she cried so hard that her nose and eyes were red. She looked a little silly with a dull expression.

Chen Wang wondered if this little girl was embarrassed again.

Chen Wang paused, but didn't force him too much. He retreated and sat by the bed and said, "I can pick you up and drop you off when you go to and from get off work, but you are alone at home, it's not that true."

Chen Wang said, raised his chin slightly, glanced at her: "When I was a child, I remember that you didn't dare to sleep alone even when you were in junior high school. Why, now you dare to live by yourself?"

Meng Yingning was even more blushed when he said it. After all, she was a junior high school student. She was so embarrassed to say that she was sleeping alone in the middle of the night and was so scared that she ran into her parents' room.

Chen Wang continued: "Aunt Meng was driven back to his room by Aunt Meng, and she was still crying with her pillow-"

Meng Yingning didn't know how he knew.

When I was a child, someone had a little trouble or someone did something, and my parents scolded me. The next day, the adults and children in the yard would be sure to know it. Meng Yingning always thought that this was a particularly magical thing.

This news and embarrassing thing, they are like they have grown legs and will run to each other from the streets.

Before Chen Wang could finish speaking, Meng Yingning had already thrown away the corner of the quilt in his hand, stabbed it hard, covering his mouth.

"Okay! Don't say it!" The little girl raised her voice, warning that she was acting coquettishly.

"Okay, don't say it," Chen Wangshengsheng said back to the previous topic, "If you sleep in the master bedroom, I will sleep on the sofa first. Jiang Ge, the second bedroom, occasionally came to sleep for two nights before, but I haven't done it yet."

“…”

Meng Yingning looked at him in disbelief, and it took a long time to speak. He tried hard to control his tone so that he could not sound too shocked: "The three of us live together?"

“…”

Chen Wang was also silent. He looked at her silently for several seconds before he said slowly, "I think beautifully, and I still want to live with two men?"

"No," Meng Yingning felt that he was unreasonable, "You said that yourself."

"He has everything piled up in his room, and the bed sheets and pillowcases have not been replaced. I will sleep on the sofa before cleaning it up," Chen Wang explained a lot of things in a good temper, "Do you understand?"

Meng Yingning nodded in a daze.

"So now, it's okay if you don't move. I'll find a reliable person to watch you for twenty-four hours, but so far, there is nothing more reliable than me, do you understand?" Chen Wang continued.

Meng Yingning hesitated for a few seconds and nodded again.

Chen Wang's so-called move here to live with him. Judging from his words so far, it is obviously not the same as her.

He even consciously expressed that he only wanted to sleep in the second bedroom and the sofa.

Meng Yingning suddenly felt a little inexplicable guilt, and she felt that she had imagined it too inappropriately.

Maybe it exposed my inner expectations a little.

In this situation, Chen Wang probably has no time to think about what is there or not.

Meng Yingning felt a little ashamed and ashamed.

"So," Chen Wang asked for the third time, "Do you want to come?"

Although I know the other party doesn't have the intention...

But mind is one thing, and behavior is another.

Regardless of whether the other party is thinking about it or not, in fact, this is...

Have you lived together?

Meng Yingning nodded, her face turned a little red, she turned her head away and whispered, "I want it."

There were actually a lot of things to do all day. Chen Wang wanted her to sleep for a while, but he never called her. During this period, he had been calling, and several parties were always in contact to understand the situation.

Chen thought that it was okay, but the girl woke up and thought she was half tired of drawing pictures for customers.

To this extent, Chen Wang didn't intend to hide it from her anymore. He briefly explained the current situation and what she might have encountered if Tang Cheng found out about their relationship, although the two of them now have no slightest connection with each other.

Chen Xiang didn't even look panic, so he said "ok" very clearly and happily, and then had a quiet moment.

A few minutes later, the girl chewed gum and said lazyly: "I'm optimistic about the air ticket back to City A. Do you think it's far enough? If it's not enough, I can go abroad, but you have to reimburse me for the air ticket."

Chen Wang was about to hang up the phone without any expression. Before he could hang up, Chen Xiang said "ah" again, and his tone became more serious this time: "Is my little sister-in-law okay?"

"Um."

Chen wanted to say relaxedly: "When will I call me if I will tell you?"

Chen Wang smiled and said nothing.

On the other end of the phone, the girl was a little distracted.

Chen Wang didn't say anything anymore.

Sometimes I feel that blood relationship is actually a very mysterious thing. When Chen Wang followed Lao Chen, Chen Xiang was not older than Meng Yingning. Then he met a few times a year. Later, the two of them went from meeting each other a year to meeting each other every year. When they grew up, they saved even the phone number.

Chen Wang has a special job, and the only communication topic between the two is the breasts that Chen Wang puts on her.

Neither brother nor sister can speak, nor can they speak, but their relationship is unexpected.

Chen Xiang can even be said to be the only character in Chen Wang's heart who can be called a "relative".

Meng Yingning moved a little urgently this time. In fact, it was just moving, so she just brought some things she needed. Meng Yingning originally thought it should be easy to clean up, that is, bring some clothes and daily necessities.

The problem lies in these clothes and daily necessities, which seems to be a bit too much when packed.

The little girl loves to be stinky and beautiful. In addition, Meng Yingning's working environment and her small side job, she has a lot of clothes and cosmetics. She changed the cloakroom separately and stuffed it out. She looked at the clothes left and right, and wanted to bring any of them.

Chen Wang sat on the sofa, contacting the criminal police team while waiting for Meng Yingning. He listened to the twitching and twitching in the room. The little girl was wearing slippers and kicking and stomping through his eyes, holding a bunch of things in her hand.

Five minutes later, he skipped past him again and held a bunch of things.

Five more minutes, skipped for the third time.

Chen Wang put down his cell phone, raised his head, and watched her walk back to the bedroom with a pile of bottles and jars wrapped in her arms.

Chen Wang followed her back and watched the little girl stick out her butt and stuff her bottle-like bottles into the suitcase.

Three boxes were spread out at her feet, two of which were filled into the gap and could not even fit a pair of socks, while the third one looked almost full.

Chen Wang leaned against the door frame: "Do you want to remove the beam of the house and take it over?"

Meng Yingning stood up, looked at his three boxes, and turned his head: "Is this too much?"

"Isn't this very much?" Chen Wang said.

"Isn't there so many things to move?" Meng Yingning said, "I only have three boxes, and I still have many things that I can't hold."

Chen Wang glanced at her wardrobe and felt that the woman was really amazing. Even though she just watched her keep stuffing three boxes, her clothes in the room still looked exactly the same as two hours ago, as if there were not a lot of them.

Chen Wang withdrew his gaze: "I only carried one bag when I moved."

Meng Yingning nodded and continued to stuff things into the box: "Yes, after all, you don't even wear pajamas. Do you know how thick pajamas are in autumn and winter? Adding two sets of washing can save a lot of space."

Chen Wang sneered: "It's only sissy to wear it."

"Why are you still a map gun?" Meng Yingning educated him seriously, "You should not blame other men for being sophisticated."

“…”

Chen Wang didn't know what Meng Yingning defined exquisiteness, and he couldn't tell how exquisiteness could be reflected by wearing a torn pajama.

Jiang Ge usually wears pajamas when he lives at his house, and even wears the same nightcap as Santa Claus, and a sharp-horned red hat with white balls. Chen Wang only thinks he is a fool.

Chen Wang didn't know if other women had so many things, but his little girl was like this. If she wanted to pretend, just pretend. Chen Wang even brought two big cardboard boxes to her from the balcony for her to pretend.

Until Meng Yingning stood on the bed and struggled for a long time and finally decided to take off her beloved paintings hanging on the bedside and took them over, Chen Wang finally couldn't help but hug the person in the waist: "You're not finished?"

Meng Yingning was carried out by him sideways, for fear that he would fall, so scared that he pulled him: "I haven't finished pretending yet! Why are you doing?"

"go home."

Meng Yingning suddenly stopped talking.

Chen Wang paused, his eyelids drooped: "Are you angry?"

Meng Yingning lowered her head, shook her head, and bit the two words he had just said in her heart.

She likes to hear him say such words occasionally and naturally, with a simple and slight sense of intimacy.
To be continued...