Something is wrong with the fiancee [Transmigration Book]

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Meng Weiguo laughed loudly: "Look, she is my good grandson-in-law."

Meng Jing snorted lightly.

Song Ruo's scalp was numb, and his back was inexplicably cold, so he hurriedly changed the subject and sent the pillow in his hand, "Grandpa Meng, this is for you."

The original owner also gave Grandpa Meng something, such as scarves, gloves and so on that she wove by herself.The original owner, Miss Song Ruo, is an ingenious master who is proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, poetry and painting, and also knows all kinds of embroidery, female red, flower arrangement and tea ceremony that have been lost for a long time in modern society. She really thinks of herself as a wealthy young lady to cultivate.

Even if Song Ruo had ambitions like hers, she couldn't do it, she was handicapped.

Meng Jing scoffed at the small item sent by the original owner.The pillow Song Ruo gave was bought for 100 yuan, and Grandpa Meng accepted it with a smile, but Meng Jing didn't say anything.

She still didn't say anything at the dinner table, until the two of them went upstairs to the room, Song Ruozheng pushed open the door, suddenly there was a burning warmth on her waist, and she was deflected by a force, she looked down, A slender hand wrapped around her waist.

Song Ruo said softly, "Take your hands away."

"Hey, isn't it better to hug the waist?" Meng Jing's tone was lowered, with a bit of a mocking smile, "I can do anything my wife likes."

Song Ruo's face froze. She had never been teased by a woman at close range, and half of her head was numb, and she blurted out impulsively: "You, are you sick?"

"you guess."

Song Ruo stabilized his mind, calmed down slowly, and said in a solemn tone of building a new socialist countryside: "Is it fun, Miss Meng? Do you still remember the content of the contract?"

Meng Jing paused, put her hands back politely, and shrugged, "It's not fun. Good night, Miss Song."

Song Ruo didn't say good night to her, even though it was just a false alarm, the scorching feeling at the place where the wolf's paws hugged her would linger for a long time.When taking a bath, she frowned and washed it several times desperately.

On the next day, after the second class, she went to the school TV station to prepare for an interview, but she still subconsciously raised her hands to cover her waist from time to time.

Can the gloomy heroine know iron sand palms?

She was careless, the harder she rubbed, the more timeless the feeling would be.

Originally, Ruo Song didn't want to be in the limelight, but firstly, Grandpa Meng agreed first, and secondly, some people in the school began to demonize her, and she would still have to eat in the entertainment circle in the future, how could exposure be avoided? Just take the school TV station as a practice.

The makeup artist sister put on light makeup for her, and when she saw her put on a pair of glasses that didn't match her temperament, she smiled and reminded: "Little beauty, are you short-sighted? Listen to my sister and go to match it." Contact lenses."

Usually no one cares about the programs on the school TV station, but this time Song Ruo's interview, the entire Class [-] of the first grade has great enthusiasm.Because, Song Ruo, who has been wearing a mask for half a month, will never continue to be interviewed and keep it half covered!Get to see the full face today!There was even a secret gambling trend in the class, betting big and small, betting whether Song Ruo is a beauty or not, and the loser will be on duty for three days.

The program was watched by Song Yi.

As soon as Song Ruo's face appeared on the screen, the slight hum in the classroom disappeared.No one spoke.

After a long time, someone said: "Damn it, it's too unfair. I'm so good-looking and my grades are so good. I'm really tired."

Song Yi said: "Pay attention to civility. Don't swear."

"The face is so small, the lens has a zoom function, why is it so delicate!"

Song Yi coughed: "Listen quietly."

On the screen, the host wore a baseball cap and sincerely asked questions on behalf of the majority of students, what are the secrets to learning Mathematical Olympiad, and whether they have enrolled in remedial classes.

Song Ruochao bowed to him, smiled at the camera and said, "Actually, I really don't have much learning experience to share with you. I'm not that kind of gifted person. I can't say I'm good at math, I'm just good at math exams. I got a good grade this time." It’s okay, it’s not that I’m so smart, it’s mainly due to my good memory. I made six collections of real questions in the early years, and I memorized all the sample questions. The point is that hard work does pay off.”

The host on the side nodded and commented: "A speech with a lot of personality. Very simple."

Liu Chun scratched the wall frequently in his seat, and said softly: "I didn't hear what she said, and I didn't care. All my attention was on her face. What kind of explosive beauty is this!"

Meng Jing was holding a lollipop in her mouth, and she found that she was a little out of the ordinary.At first, she was a little annoyed, why didn't the fiancée play with the mystery to the end, why didn't she wear a saliva mask?After a while, I was a little proud again.

——It looks good, right?my fiancee.I can watch it when I wake up.There is also a photo of our wedding at home.

Sure enough, marriage makes people perverted.

Chapter 8 Lovesickness

At the studio of the school TV station, the conscientious host was exploring the learning habits of the top students, to see if they could help the students to extract some useful information.Song Ruo thought about it seriously, and then said: "I think for most of us ordinary people, there is no shortcut to learning. The most important thing is to take one step at a time. It is to preview before class, listen carefully in class, and review after class. "

The host rubbed his chin, "Sounds like a very routine procedure."

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