Something is wrong with the fiancee [Transmigration Book]

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Chapter 17 Are you on purpose?

The swimming pool is so wide that it is a little empty, and there is a continuous sound of water droplets coming from somewhere, which is crisp and pleasant, but it seems that the air is so quiet and lovely.The face of the person in front of him turned red bit by bit, and Meng Jing added in a timely manner: "Wow, no, you really fell in love with me."

Song Ruo's hand on her leg had long forgotten to move, but she didn't take it off either. She stood there half-frozen, and replied: "Miss Meng, you are too narcissistic."

Meng Jing's voice was close at hand, her breath sprayed on her face, warm and moist, "Then just look at me and say it."

As soon as these words fell to the ground, Song Ruo suddenly stood up with a whoosh sound.It's a pity that she is thin, with two big schoolbags on her body, unable to bear the impact of this inertia, and seeing that she is about to stagger, Meng Jing stood up quickly and supported her.

The limp little body leaned against her arms.Meng Jing thought, how nice this is, be good.

But before this thought could stay in her mind for a second, the man in her arms escaped from her control and retreated half a meter away.

Song Ruo looked at the place he had massaged with sincerity just now, became suspicious, frowned and asked, "The sprain is healed?"

"Ah?" Meng Jing looked down, as if she was also surprised, and rubbed her forehead: "Oh, yes, my wife, you are really good at returning to spring."

Song Ruo didn't pursue the truth of the sprain anymore, and refused decisively: "Don't call me that!"

Meng Jing rubbed her nose. For some reason, she felt better after being up and down all day. She stretched out her hand, "Schoolbag."

Song Ruo hung the schoolbag of the sperm whale on that hand.

The big whale above her head clicked her tongue, took her bag away without any explanation, and took it to the locker room together, as if taking hostages.As she walked, she said, "Wait for me for 2 minutes."

Song Ruo wanted to follow in to get her schoolbag back, but remembered that she was probably going in to take a shower. Without knowing the layout of the place, she didn't dare to be rash, so she had to sit down on the apricot-yellow bench outside the dressing room.Immediately there was the sound of splashing water inside.

Meng Jing moved very quickly. She said 2 minutes, but it was really only 2 minutes.

When she came out, she was wearing her school uniform and carrying two bags.

Song Ruo followed, wanting to get the schoolbag back.

But Meng Jing walked forward without saying a word, she was a little dazed and missed the opportunity.

It's just a schoolbag, Song Ruo is depressed, it's too petty to struggle for so long.

Meng Jing didn't use any means of communication today.

The two walked side by side in the evening wind, separated by an arm's length.

Song Ruo noticed that the sperm whale slowed down on purpose, maybe it was because she was afraid that she would be struggling.

The setting sun is crimson, and the wind blowing on the cheeks is very fresh, with a hint of sea salt.

Holding the straps of the two schoolbags, Meng Jing looked sideways at his fiancée, who was serious and not looking sideways, and smiled slightly.

After Song Ruo got home, he realized that he had forgotten something when he started to do his homework.

That embarrassing love letter was caught in her math book.

As soon as I opened the book, ambiguous sweet pink came into view.

She leaned on the chair and stared blankly, a little dazed.

The heart is full of barrage that hasn't been seen for a long time.

——Too naive, the author of this novel is too old-fashioned, thinking that this is the procedure for young people to confess their love?

——Nowadays, children are so competitive. If they fall in love with someone, they just press against the wall, slap a wall, and domineeringly: "Do you have a girlfriend? No? Very good, then you have it now. "

She replaced Bidong's person with a primary school girl, who was imagined by Bidong as the cowardly Meng Jing, and laughed aloud at the back of her own mind.

But in the blink of an eye there was another difficulty.

If you are poor, you are alone.She really didn't want to get involved in Meng Jing's emotional entanglement.

Participant or bystander, preferably neither.

Within 5 minutes, she changed three sitting positions, all of which were uncomfortable, and her brows were knotted.

——After all, why did she take this thing in her hand?

No matter how precious that girl's first love is, it has nothing to do with her.

Just because she is in the seventh class and appeared on TV once, she has to do this kind of carrier pigeon work?

So people are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong.

The phone beeped twice.She picked it up and took a look.

[Meng Jingjing Jingjing: My wife [Xin] came down to eat]

Song Ruo was irritated by the peach heart behind the title, and his eyes went dark.

——Why did it get worse, this man.

She sat upright on the chair with her back straight, looked at the phone screen, then at the letter, and sighed slightly.

Aunt Fen has been taking care of Meng Jing since she was four or five years old, and she is no different from her own child, just a little closer.After leaving Meng's house for a few days, I had two nightmares one after another, and kept talking about my daughter's house, what happened to the eldest lady.My daughter couldn't stand it anymore, and urged her to come back soon.After meeting her, her heart settled down.It was too late in the morning, so I cooked a large table of dishes at night.

She found that the eldest lady seemed to be in a good mood today, and she had a slight smile on her face while eating.

However, after the meal, she went to cut the fruit, and within three to five minutes, she came back to find that Meng Jing's face had changed.

It was like a day in June, the sun was still shining brightly before she entered the kitchen, but now it was covered with dark clouds.

Song Ruo, who was standing in front of Meng Jing, didn't look at her face, but out of an intuition similar to the instinct of a small animal, she felt that the air pressure had dropped a lot.

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