and he instantly knew what his master wanted.A few cat leaps, whoosh! A small black shadow disappears into this dark and narrow hallway.While Qiao Bao'er wasn't as clever as her brother Rafael, she s..."Song Mengmeng!"

"MengMeng, are you spacing out again Snap out of it."

On the phone, Sima An urged her, seeming to know her personality well.

Song Mengmeng suddenly came back to her senses, gradually waking up from that pale and sorrowful memory. "What's wrong"

Her voice went back to its usual carefree tone.

"Meng Meng, you made me suffer last night. Don't you think you should compensate me" Sima An asked him jokingly.

"Huh"

She didn't react immediately.

"Mengmeng, last night at 3 am, BlueLan and I were getting intimate and ready to have a good time when you suddenly asked me for help. Do you think I offended her"

Sima An always positioned her as a good friend.

Song Mengmeng's heart felt as if it were being constricted. Their marriage was merely a contract, and Sima An had never wanted to marry Mo Yufei back then. She desperately wanted to escape the Song family.

Their marriage was purely a business arrangement, devoid of any emotional foundation.

Sima An has always been kind to her.

Especially when Sima An came to the Song family for a marriage proposal, Mo Yufei was blushing and shyly waiting, but the one he married wasn't her. Song Mengmeng had to admit that she felt really good that day, as if she had finally let out all the resentment she had suffered over the years.

At first, Song Mengmeng didn't have any particular feelings for Sima An. Since he was kind to her, she willingly allowed herself to be used by him.

The title of Miss Song still carries some weight. Even though Mo Yufei followed her mother into the Song family, outsiders would always say she wasn't a legitimate Miss Song, just a burden brought in by her stepmother.

After escaping the Song family, Song Mengmeng only wanted a peaceful life.

One day Sima An got very drunk. He seemed to be hit hard in his career and was very downcast. She felt sorry for him and quickly gave him medicine to sober up.

Sima An kept talking to her about his life in high school, mentioning a lot about Qiao Bao'er.

Originally, Sima An never let go of the goddess in his mind, his senior sister. And he seemed a bit self-deprecating and unwilling to accept it, as if Qiao Bao'er was taken away by another man with more power and influence.

Because Song Mengmeng knows Qiao Baor, they have common topics to talk about. As they chatted, somehow Sima An mistook her for Qiao Baor and deeply embraced her. After getting drunk, he kept whispering his love confession to her.

Song Mengmeng couldn't push the man off her. He took off her clothes, and she knew what was going to happen. At that moment, if she had just kicked him in the groin, he probably could have rolled off her, but she softened her heart.

She had never seen Sima An so vulnerable and helpless before. He pleaded with her, begging her to stay, his words a desperate tangle. Even though he wasn't confessing his feelings to her, the pain in his expression was palpable, his pleas echoing through the room.

Song Mengmeng couldn't refuse him, she didn't want to see him in so much pain begging like this.

That night, they went to bed.

The next day, Sima An woke up looking troubled. She had actually been awake for a while, watching him for a long time. She knew he regretted it.

"I had some drinks yesterday, too."

"It's all the alcohol's fault, it has nothing to do with us."

"So can you just pretend this never happened Otherwise, how am I supposed to explain it to my crush later I've had a secret crush on him and been too scared to confess."

Song Mengmeng for the first time pretended to be so calm and lied.

This was the first time she realized how gifted she was at lying. She had fooled Sima An, and even herself.

Who is your favorite male god

The topic shifted abruptly, and Sima An seemed less troubled, even wanting to help her flirt with the male god.

That day, Song Mengmeng vaguely prevaricated and got away with it.

This relationship started and ended out of the blue.

Only Song Mengmeng herself knew that she was willing, she liked him.

But she didn't want to be a burden to Sima An.

He was the only one who had been good to her all these years, how could she become a burden to him She wanted him to be happy.

He likes beautiful and excellent women, rather than someone like Song Mengmeng who is both stupid and clumsy, and not even good-looking.

"...Are you still dizzy Is your mind still not reacting" The voice on the phone awakened all her memories.

"Brush your teeth and wash your face, then drink some hot soup. Take a shower afterwards, otherwise you might faint in the bathroom..."

Song Mengmeng always felt complicated when she heard his caring words. Sima An took good care of her, and such concern easily captivated her.

"Little brother, I understand. You better go comfort your new girlfriend." She replied in a calm tone as if nothing had happened.

On the other end of the phone, Sima An chuckled softly before hanging up.

Song Mengmeng held her phone, looking lost for a long time.

Sima An had dated quite a few girlfriends. As his nominal wife, she should have been jealous, but she couldn't be. She didn't deserve to.

At the beginning, their relationship was purely a business partnership. They made that clear to everyone.

He even earnestly taught her to pursue her own happiness, to find someone she loved, and said he would prepare a dowry for her.

She had no secret crush, she was just rambling and lying out of panic.

She didn't dare say it, she liked him. She didn't even dare to say that she had secretly given birth to a daughter for him.

"Oh, I'm such an idiot."

Song Mengmeng hammered her own head, but no matter how hard she hit it, her stupid brain didn't become any smarter.

This Christmas, Sima An should be spending it with his new girlfriend…

She didn't dare to have any more thoughts, this was good enough, satisfying enough. "Where did you put the Christmas present for your daughter" She rummaged under the bed, she bought that set of the latest Disney princess dolls.

"Madam, are you awake" Hearing the movement inside the room, Fu Sao knocked and came in. Seeing her bending over on the floor searching for something, she asked, "Madam, what are you looking for"

This Mrs. Sima is quite strange, she always likes to hide the things she buys under the bed or in that dark corner.

"The princess dolls that little children play with, Fu Sao, have you seen any..."

Song Mengmeng's absent-minded personality hasn't improved at all, she's always losing things.

“Huh Is it a set of Disney princess dolls” Auntie Fu immediately remembered, “After your husband sent you back last night, he saw a set of dolls under the dressing table. He seemed to say that his friend particularly likes fairytale princess dolls, and he happily took them as a gift.”

Song Mengmeng's expression stiffened upon hearing this.

He gave his daughter's Christmas present, a doll, to another woman.

The daughter also loves fairytale princess dolls, and she got the limited edition Cinderella and Snow White set from Disney. It took her a lot of effort to get it through a friend's help.

He just took it without saying a word, stealing his daughter's gift.

Song Mengmeng was a little annoyed. She didn't mind anything happening to her, they could take whatever they wanted. Men weren't worth fighting over either. But when it came to her daughter's things, she cared deeply.

"Madam, you seem to really enjoy buying children's supplies. You should hurry up and have a baby with your husband." Auntie Fu casually mentioned as she served her a bowl of sobering soup.

Song Mengmeng lowered her head and whispered softly, "The child I gave birth to, he doesn't want him." She took the black bowl of medicinal soup and drank it in one gulp.ran over to check on the injured player. It seemed like the injury was quite serious. 。Go to the infirmary and call for a doctor right away. 。" Sima An is the principal's nephew, and this teacher is w...