That's it for now. After saying that, Jiang Yifan hung up the phone first.
Sheng Yiman played in the room for a while and then went to the study to look for Meng Chengmao. Everyone had left and he was the only one left in the study. Sheng Yiman walked over, covered his eyes and said in a rough voice :Guess who I am?
Is it...Lucy? Meng Chengmao curled his lips and pretended to think about it before saying a name.
Sheng Yiman froze on the spot and looked at him with gritted teeth, without saying a word. Then he let him go and angrily turned around to leave. However, Meng Chengmao grabbed his hand and held him in his arms. Sheng Yiman ignored him when he saw it. He laughed out loud and said with a disappointed look on his face: Oh, it's not Lucy, it turns out to be the jealous king.
snort! Sheng Yiman pushed him away and pretended to leave, saying: Go find your Lucy.
Meng Chengmao held her waist tightly, and Sheng Yiman couldn't leave even if he wanted to. She was so angry that her cheeks were bulging, and she said angrily: I'm not Miss Lucy. You see clearly, don't get the wrong person. .
Meng Chengmao leaned his nose against hers and whispered: I am full and will never admit my mistake.
But Miss Lucy is taller, thinner, fairer, and gentler than Manman. Are you willing to let her go? Sheng Yiman blinked and said with a pity look on his face.
Meng Chengmao patted her butt, curled his lips and said: Are you still excited? Then he whispered to Sheng Yiman that he didn't know what he said, making her laugh. Where is the Miss Lucy in Meng Chengmao? There is only Sheng Yiman. Maybe there was one in the past, but now she is enough.
"How many Miss Lucys do you still have?" Sheng Yiman hooked his neck and said.
Meng Chengmao kissed the corner of her mouth. When he heard her words, he put his hands into her clothes and grabbed her sensitive spots. She immediately heard her begging for mercy.
Hahaha, I was wrong, Sheng Yiman avoided him and begged for mercy.
Meng Chengmao leaned close to her ear and said: There is no Miss Lucy, there is only you, Sheng Yiman, this little fool.
The tips of Sheng Yiman's ears were slightly red, and she was holding on to his clothes. It was the first time she heard him express his feelings to her so openly, and it was a lie to say he was unhappy. She stepped forward, kissed his cheek, and said: I Only you.
When Meng Chengmao heard her words, there was a faint smile in his eyes. The two of them looked at each other. Needless to say, they could see their love. Meng Chengmao took out a necklace from the drawer and put it on Sheng Yiman felt something on her neck. She lowered her head to see that it was a pearl necklace. She cast a puzzled look at him. She didn't know why he wanted to give this to her. Moreover, it seemed to be of little value at first glance. Fei.
Meng Chengmao kept staring at the necklace Sheng Yiman was wearing with complicated eyes. Seeing him like this, Sheng Yiman couldn't help but raise his hand to touch the necklace on his collarbone and asked: Why did you think of giving this to me? ?
Meng Chengmao looked away and said: It suits you very well.
Sheng Yiman wanted to untie the necklace and give it back to him, but he held her hand and said: Wear it.
Sheng Yiman only thought that he was weird. She always felt that he was a little preoccupied, but she also felt that she might be thinking too much. He said to wear it, so just wear it. She raised a smile and asked in the most artificial posture: Does it look good?
Meng Chengmao pursed his lips and said with a smile: It looks good. Then he lowered his head and pecked the corner of her mouth and said: It looks good everywhere.
Sheng Yiman really couldn't defeat him, so he quickly slipped out. If he stayed any longer, he would feel like he was about to evaporate.
Sheng Yiman was singing and dancing by himself downstairs, making cheerful laughter. When Meng Chengmao looked up from his busy affairs, it was already dusk and the sun was setting. When he came out of the study, he heard a pleasant song. Laughter came and he went downstairs. What he saw was Sheng Yi with a ponytail and a big lollipop stuffed in his mouth, his cheeks bulging up. He was standing in the living room with demons dancing around and singing indistinctly. As she sang, dusk shone on her body, and the living room was filled with warm tones, echoing with her laughter and touching his heart.
At that time, he seemed to have seen Sheng Yiman's student days, the vigorous her, the Sheng Yiman he had not participated in.
He looked at her quietly without disturbing her. She was alive, smart, happy and vital.
