C1570 My Friend Murong Tingmeng
As he spoke, he reached out to help Ye Hong pack his luggage. There was no sign of impatience on his face.
Everyone in the dormitory seemed to have broken their hearts at the same time.
Xiao Cao was so angry that he gritted his teeth.
He thought he had hired a worker to help him pack his luggage.
However, compared to Ye Hong's treatment, he was instantly killed.
"Ye Yun, are you not going to introduce this beautiful young lady to us?"
Xiao Cao's tone was a little sour.
He had to admit that none of his former girlfriends had a Facial Appearance that could match up to this young lady.
However, this woman was already a famous beauty, which made Xiao Cao hate her.
Ye Hong patted his head and said with a smile, "My friend, Murong Tingmeng."
Ye Hong thought about it and still did not reveal Murong Tingmeng's identity as an assistant.
In fact, Ye Hong was also quite helpless because he clearly did not allow anyone to appear with him in Jiangnan University.
However, Murong Tingmeng refused to listen to his advice and insisted on confirming Ye Hong's living environment. Only then did she feel at ease.
Helplessly, Ye Hong could only agree to let her stay. Come and take a look.
"Friend? I think she's a girlfriend?!"
Guo Huang grabbed his clothes and bit them enviously. He said with a face full of grief and indignation. "You are not only favored by Yue Shiyin and Senior Sister, but you also have such a beautiful friend.
I condemn you on behalf of the single dogs of 503!"
The first half of Guo Huang's sentence made Murong Tingmeng's face turn red, but the second half made her raise her eyebrows. She smiled at Ye Hong and asked, "Who is Yue Shiyin and Senior Sister?"
Not good! This smile had killing intent!
Ye Hong coughed dryly and hurriedly changed the topic. "Didn't I ask you to bring some pastries? Take them out and share with them."
Murong Tingmeng rolled her eyes. She obediently placed a small lunchbox on the table.
When the lunchbox was opened, everyone took a deep breath. "What's the smell? It smells so good!"
Inside the lunchbox were five pieces of Supreme Fragrant Lotus Glutinous Rice Chicken.
Ye Hong knew that Murong Tingmeng insisted on coming, so he asked her to bring some Supreme Fragrant Lotus Glutinous Rice Chicken along with her and prepared to give it to the five roommates to taste.
"It's a specialty of Bailu City. You guys can try it."
As soon as Ye Hong finished speaking, his three hands impatiently reached into the lunchbox.
"Is, is this a specialty of Bailu City?"
Rekeza took a bite of the glutinous chicken. He was so excited that even his voice trembled. "Ye Yun, where is this specialty?
"I need to transport a car back to the western border."
A car?
Ye Hong laughed in his heart. Then you will probably go bankrupt.1
Even so, Ye Hong still reported the Midnight Snack Restaurant's address to Rekeza.
"Glutinous rice chicken is a dish that originated from Lingnan, but I've eaten all the glutinous rice chicken in Lingnan Province, and it's not even a thousandth of the glutinous rice chicken that you brought!"
Guo Huang also had a look of amazement.
"So-so."
Xiao Cao took a bite of the remaining glutinous rice on his finger and prepared to continue to reach for the lunchbox.
"There's only one piece per person."
Ye Hong also opened Xiao Cao's hand expressionlessly.
"Tch, so stingy. I don't know why Tingmeng likes you."
Xiao Cao walked to the side, picked up his phone, and quietly turned on the map navigation.
Rekeza's eyes lit up when he saw Xiao Cao typing the word 'Midnight Snack Restaurant' in the search box. He quickly went over to check the location of the Midnight Snack Restaurant.
Ding Zhao lifted a corner of the blanket on the bed and quietly looked at the glutinous rice chicken on the table.
Ye Hong suddenly raised his head, scaring Ding Zhao so much that he covered the blanket again.
After a moment of looking at each other, Ye Hong could still see the desire in Ding Zhao's eyes.
Ye Hong smiled, picked up a piece of glutinous rice chicken, and handed it to Ding Zhao. He knocked on the railing of Ding Zhao's bed.
"It won't taste good if it's cold."
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