Song Meiyue's emotions were a bit out of control. She endured the silent mischief of the little villain she had stuffed under the table, and at the same time she pretended to be nonchalant and chatted with her aunt opposite. It felt like heaven on one side and hell on the other...

It kind of suffocated her.

I feel a little ashamed from the bottom of my heart...I don't know why, but I'm also a little addicted to it and can't extricate myself. I know that letting the little villain continue like this...may cause trouble. I know that I have to stop him, but at the same time, I hope that he can

continue.

Maybe I'm crazy... really crazy.

After all, with such a naughty and annoying little husband, no woman can resist his temptation.

"Yueyue."

"Actually, to tell you the truth... my aunt secretly found you a boyfriend, and she found at least a dozen for you." A middle-aged woman who looked somewhat similar to Song Meiyue said with a smile: "Your mother asked me to help you.

I went looking for them, and there were about a dozen young and promising boys, but you didn’t take your fancy to any of them..."

As soon as the words fell,

The middle-aged woman asked curiously: "Can you tell me what kind of man you like?"

What kind of man?

Of course it's the stinky man squatting under the table!

Song Meiyue suppressed the surging emotions deep in her heart, tried hard to adjust her breathing rhythm, and said softly: "Actually, my request...the request is quite simple, just an ordinary young man, of course he must be handsome.

Yes...I also have requirements for appearance, and the most important thing is to love me sincerely."

"you..."

"There are handsome young men all over the street. As for whether I really love you or not... with your appearance and identity, anyone would be sincere." The middle-aged woman rolled her eyes and said angrily: "Say that.

I didn’t say... let’s have some real requirements, what is your height, how much weight, what kind of family background, what kind of education..."

"me..."

Song Meiyue clenched her fists tightly. She couldn't bear it anymore. Compared to him scratching the soles of her feet, this feeling... was simply worse. The lines of his palms gently touched hers.

The instep of the foot then slowly extends upward, feeling a little crispy and a little numb, but the key is that it is super comfortable.

"Yueyue?"

"Are you really okay?" The middle-aged woman looked at her niece. The more she looked at her, the more she felt that something was wrong with her. Her face was inexplicably red as liver, and her expression... didn't look like pain.

On the contrary, she seemed a little...a little excited, even a little comfortable.

"fine..."

"Maybe there's chest tightness."

Song Meiyue also knew what she looked like now, so she randomly found a reason to blush in order to deceive her aunt.

As soon as she heard that her niece had chest tightness, the middle-aged woman immediately became anxious. After all, she had watched Song Meiyue grow up, and when Song Meiyue was very young...because her parents were busy working all day, she even raised her for a while.

Time, so to speak...Song Meiyue is her biological daughter.

"Come on, come on."

"Auntie, let me rub your back first." The middle-aged woman stood up and was about to walk behind her niece and rub her back to help her relax.

Seeing her aunt walking towards her, Song Meiyue was so frightened that her scalp almost split. She subconsciously raised her other foot and kicked her little husband, but she happened to kick him in the face, almost killing Jiang Qi.

He kicked her away, and of course... also let go of her jade feet.

"no, I'm fine!"

"It's just a slight chest tightness...it's nothing to worry about." After Song Meiyue put on her shoes, she stood up, blocked her aunt's way, and then forcibly dragged her back to her original position. At the same time...Song Meiyue didn't go back.

, and sat down next to her.

"Are you sure it's okay?"

"Why don't aunt send you to the hospital now? Let me tell you... chest tightness is a big thing. Your uncle is the deputy director of the hospital. I know a little bit... this chest tightness may be caused by cardiovascular disease.

of."

The middle-aged woman became more and more worried as she spoke. She hurriedly pulled her niece and said seriously: "I still don't trust you. I have to go to the hospital with me for a chest CT examination. I'll call your uncle now and ask him to make arrangements for you."

good."

"ah?"

"I...I...I'm really fine." Song Meiyue was almost anxious, but she couldn't tell her the truth. Her face was as red as a monkey's butt just now...That's because your future niece-in-law was under the table.

, quietly touching your niece's calf. Your niece was so comfortable being touched by him that she couldn't help but blush.

"What's wrong!"

"This is related to health issues, why is everything fine? If something happens... is it still too late?" The middle-aged woman glared at Song Meiyue and said angrily: "Hurry up and follow me... to your uncle's house

Let’s go to the hospital for a check-up, Yueyue... Normally it’s fine if you’re willful, but this matter is non-negotiable, so don’t make your aunt get angry.”

The miserable Song Meiyue was forcibly pulled out of the office by her aunt, but thinking about it carefully...it's actually quite good, so that the little villain in her family can escape, and then send him a message...let him

Waiting at home.

"Don't you lock the door?"

Song Meiyue's aunt reminded.

"Lock... lock the door?"

Song Meiyue was stunned for a moment, then replied in a squeaky voice: "No need...it's nothing."

"You are the vice president of the group. There are so many internal company documents in there. What if a thief comes in to steal things and those documents are lost?" Song Meiyue's aunt frowned and said seriously: "Although there is security... but

You still have to do it just in case, I remember you used to lock the door every day, why did you suddenly not lock it?"

In the past, there was no man under the table, but now your future niece-in-law is squatting under the table!

If you lock the door, he won't be able to get out.

Song Meiyue almost went crazy, but in the end she locked the door and followed her aunt to the hospital for a CT scan. At the same time... she felt full of guilt about her future husband.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! My dear...I'm sorry.

Just feel aggrieved again... Anyway, you have experience. Being locked in an office is better than being locked in a closet, right?

rest assured...

Auntie will come to rescue you soon.

The aunt and nephew left and took the elevator to leave the company. Jiang Qi got out from under the table, walked to the office door, twisted the door handle, and tried to push it a few times. After making sure that he was locked in, the whole thing

Everyone is stupid.

This, this, this...

I'm hurt and can't be comforted.

...

...

"Fortunately nothing happened."

"Auntie is finally relieved... I was just worried about what happened to your health." Song Meiyue's aunt took the report and finally put it in her stomach with worry. Looking at the frowning face of her daughter next to her, she said angrily: "What's wrong?

?I dragged you to the hospital...Are you angry with your aunt?"

"No."

"How dare I."

Song Meiyue said no, but her expression was unhappy.

"You."

Song Meiyue's aunt stepped forward and took her niece's arm, and said softly: "With your lifestyle and habits, can aunt not be nervous? You work so late every day, and you drink uncontrollably all day long. It's not just once or twice that I

I told you, but have you heard of me?"

Song Meiyue pursed her lips, feeling warm in her heart, and said leisurely: "Okay...I understand."

The middle-aged woman smiled slightly and didn't say much. She knew her niece very well, so she took her arm and left the hospital together. When the aunt and nephew got into the car, Song Meiyue's aunt asked casually: "Send you there."

go home?"

"No..."

"Send me back to the company."

"The car is still parked under the company." Song Meiyue said softly.

"Um."

On the way back,

The two aunts and nephews chatted about some family affairs. Basically, Song Meiyue's aunt was singing a one-man show, while her niece was holding her mobile phone, sending WeChat messages to someone unknown, and then responded silently.

With.

"Who are you messaging with?" Song Meiyue's aunt asked.
To be continued...