The phone in Song Yu's hand slashed the bed and fell on the floor with a "snap". In this quiet and empty room, it was like a thunder sound on the ground.

Meng Jianwan seemed to have not heard it, and he kept moving. He took advantage of Song Yu's loss of consciousness and turned over and pushed him down on the bed, pressing him down with the flow.

Song Yu could feel that she had no skills in kissing, messy, bold, and as hot as a ball of fire. When he was about to regain his initiative, he noticed a chill in his chest. It was Meng Jianwan who unbuttoned the remaining buttons of his shirt.

She was not very good at kissing, but she was skillful in unbuttoning her buttons. She slid down with one hand, with almost no pauses, and the rows of buttons opened.

Song Yu had a ball of wool in his mind, and he didn't even understand what was going on now, why...

Meng Jianwan's fingertips touched his skin. Song Yu was shocked and came to his senses instantly. He grabbed her hands and fixed them in front of him, looking straight into her eyes, his voice a little hoarse: "Meng Jianwan, what are you doing?"

Meng Jianwan raised his eyebrows very clearly and lingered on his chest where he opened his clothes: "Don't want it? Then forget it, after all, I can't do anything to force others."

Song Yu: "..."

The information in this sentence is too large. The reason that Song Yu finally picked up was burned out in an instant. The Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his voice was as low as a dream in the middle of the night: "You are drunk. Do you know who I am? You just... want it."

He just made reasonable guesses, and felt that Meng Jianwan would be so arrogant only when he was drunk, and he didn't want to take advantage of others' danger. What's more, she didn't agree to be his girlfriend.

Although he has lived abroad for many years, his thoughts have not reached this level of openness.

However, when these words fell into Meng Jianwan's ears, Song Yu laughed at her alcohol tolerance. She broke free from his hand and patted his face: "Will those glasses of wine not make my sister drunk? You can look down on anyone, and you can't look down on me."

Song Yu suddenly became overjoyed.

The dear girl, five or six years younger than him, either calling herself "I" or "sister" in front of him, is really not ordinary arrogance.

"Then, who am I?" Song Yu refused to let go.

Meng Jianwan leaned over and leaned down to him, as if he really wanted to identify it carefully.

Song Yu was a little nervous when she was staring at her burning eyes. Until now, she didn't dare to confirm whether she was drunk or not. Generally speaking, drunk people don't think they are drunk. He has reason to suspect that Meng Jianwan is the same.

Meng Jianwan's tall nose was written with his tall nose, and the breath he exuded was smelling of alcohol. After a while, he laughed: "You are not Song Xiaoyu, can you still be the old king next door?"

Song Yu: "..."

It's very good. While answering the question, it's not forgetting to choke him, which is very consistent with Meng Jianwan's way of speaking.

Meng Jianwan finished speaking, and sat up with his chest a little while holding his hands, his eyes still resting on him, looking tempted: "I answered your question perfectly. Can you do it now?"

Song Yu: "What can you do?"

Meng Jianwan licked his lips and said impatiently: "Can you stop pretending to be stupid?" She paused for a moment and said the same thing, "If you can't, forget it."

She said that she was about to get off him. Song Yu grabbed her waist and prevented him from moving, and his expression was a little unbelievable: "Are you serious?"

Meng Jianwan grabbed his clothes and said, "Do you think I'm joking?"

Song Yu probably figured it out, spread his hands in large shapes, and looked like he could do whatever he wanted: "Come on, don't pity me just because I'm a delicate Xiaoyu."

Meng Jianwan: “…”

Being delicate? There is no need to belittle yourself so much.

Meng Jianwan got his approval, and reached out to pull off his shirt, threw it on the ground, and his pants...

Just then, a light ringtone of mobile phone rang in the room. Meng Jianwan heard that her phone was ringing. She found the phone and saw that it was Xu Zhan.

Song Yu obviously saw it. Before Meng Jianwan could answer the phone, he took away her cell phone and threw it aside: "Don't answer the phone while driving, concentrate."

Meng Jianwan: "????"

Meng Jianwan cursed "I'm sick" and reached out to get my phone. Xu Zhan must have something important to find her at this time, and what if I miss it.

As soon as her finger touched a corner of the phone, Song Yu took it away again, threw his hand up, and made a shooting move. He didn't know where the phone was smashed, and made a "bang".

Meng Jianwan was stunned for a second, and stared at him. Who gave him the courage to interfere with her business.

Song Yu just couldn't stand her nervous about other men's phone calls. Why was she not active in answering his phone calls? She was so anxious to answer Xu Zhan's phone calls.

No one answered the phone for a long time, the ringtone of the cell phone automatically stopped, and the room returned to quiet.

Song Yu said seriously: "I have welded the car door to death, and no one of us can get off today."

Meng Jianwan: "????"

Under Meng Jianwan's incredible eyes, Song Yu hugged her and kissed her lips, which was to regain some of the initiative as a man.

Xu Zhan did not call again. The room was so quiet that it could be heard. The bed curtains on the floor-to-ceiling windows were tightly pulled, and the figures reflected on them were shaking. Only breathing sounds were heard one after another in the quiet room.

The two of them were struggling until midnight. Song Yu hugged Meng Jianwan's waist, kneaded his hands lightly and heavily, put his mouth against her ear, and asked softly: "Does it hurt?"

Meng Jianwan raised his hand and pushed his head away, and turned his face away. He didn't like his head to his neck, and it felt uncomfortable to get stuck by his hair.

"It's okay." Meng Jianwan said without any emotion.

Song Yu was stunned and savored this sentence carefully.

However, before he could figure it out, Meng Jianwan took his hand away, lifted the quilt and sat up, picked up his shirt and put it on, got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom, wanting to take a shower before going to bed.

Song Yu turned his head and finally realized something was wrong. "It's okay" means he has no feelings at all, which means he is saying in disguise that he can't do it.

He stroked his hair, showed a confused expression, and was silent for a while, but still angry, shouted to the bathroom: "What do you mean by Meng Jianwan? Come out and say it clearly!"

There was a drizzling sound in the bathroom. Through the water curtain, Meng Jianwan couldn't hear what Song Yu said inside, but he felt that he was really not good at roaring in the middle of the night.

Song Yu became more and more angry the more he thought about it. In other aspects, he could give in to Meng Jianwan. As much as she said, he could not spread rumors in this regard.

He casually put on a nightgown and rushed to the bathroom to argue with Meng Jianwan: "You talk..."

When Meng Jianwan came in, he closed the door casually, but he didn't lock it. Unexpectedly, Song Yu had such an opportunity to take advantage of it. She closed her eyes and just scolded Song Yu for being rude in the middle of the night. At this moment, her voice was even louder than Song Yu: "Go out!"

Song Yu was stunned for three seconds and left the bathroom and helped her close the door.

He stood outside the bathroom blankly, recalled the scene he had just seen, slowly raised his hand, and covered his red ears.

Just now, he didn't see anything because the lights were too dark... However, after touching them, wasn't her reaction too loud?

Maybe it was because Meng Jianwan was shy? No, the emotion of "shyness" did not exist in Meng Jianwan. She could even sleep with him, so how could she be shy?

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Meng Jianwan woke up again because he was woken up by the ringtone of his cell phone.

She was very angry when she woke up, frowned, and noticed that someone was around her. She kicked her with a conditioned reflex just like the last time they shared the same bed.

Not surprisingly, Song Yu was kicked under the bed. He sat up with his waist and grinned his teeth in pain. To be honest, he was kicked by Meng Jianwan several times this night, and he would be caught off guard when he fell asleep.

Song Yu opened his eyes and looked at the person sleeping on the bed with a blanket. Thinking of last night, he pursed his lips and laughed out loud inadvertently, and suddenly felt that it was worth it to be kicked.

But he still had to say: "Meng Jianwan, can you not kick me?"

Meng Jianwan also woke up, his eyes were not open, his voice was sticky and he lost his usual deterrence: "I'm not used to people in bed."

"Okay." Song Yu got up from the ground as if he accepted his fate, patted his clothes, sat beside the bed and whispered, "Sooner or later you will get used to it."

The man's voice was low and hoarse, and Meng Jianwan was covered in the quilt again, and he couldn't hear him clearly: "What did you say?"

"Nothing." Song Yu raised his eyebrows and refused to repeat it.

Not long after the words were finished, the ringtone of the cell phone rang again. Meng Jianwan was so irritable that he raised his leg and kicked him: "Can you stop making trouble? I'm going to sleep, so sleepy!"

Song Yu got up and went to find his cell phone, and Xie Yong called him.

He glanced at Meng Jianwan on the bed, took his cell phone out to answer the phone, and closed the door. Xie Yong said on the other side of the phone: "Mr. Song, has the meeting time changed in the morning? It is already 8:30 now, and the meeting will start in half an hour."

The implication is that the meeting is about to begin, and you have not arrived at the company yet.

Song Yu rubbed his eyebrows and almost forgot that there was an important meeting this morning. The news was notified a week ago. All major shareholders would come over and he could not be absent.

He went downstairs, walked around the middle island platform, took a bottle of water from the refrigerator, put his phone aside, unscrewed the bottle cap and drank the water, while listening to Xie Yong report the main content of the meeting.

Xie Yong asked carefully: "The meeting may be difficult to cancel, when will you arrive?"

"I'll inform you, and the meeting will be held as usual. It will be postponed for twenty minutes. I'll come here immediately." Song Yu calmly ordered.

Xie Yong breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, I'll go and notify you right away."

When Song Yu returned to the room again, Meng Jianwan was already asleep, and occupied a big bed alone. She finally could sleep comfortably and steadily, her brows stretched out and her sleeping face was quiet.

Song Yu walked by the bed lightly and stared at her sleeping face for a while. If the phone call hadn't suddenly interrupted him, he would have wanted to ask seriously while she woke up, would they have confirmed their relationship?

Song Yu sighed lightly and decided to wait until she had a thorough rest before talking about this issue.

He held his hand against the pillow and approached Meng Jianwan bit by bit. Without disturbing her, he gently kissed her on the forehead. Then he wrote a note and posted it on the head of the bed, got up and went into the cloakroom.

Song Yu was almost done, and the driver called him and said he had already arrived downstairs.

He took a last look at the direction of the master bedroom and left reluctantly.

Song Yu was sitting in the car, and the driver drove the car without looking sideways. When he was waiting for the red light, he accidentally glanced at the rearview mirror and was accidentally choked by his saliva.

He looked away quietly, opened his mouth, but stopped talking, not knowing whether he should remind Song Yu, nor how to remind Song Yu, if only Assistant Xie was here.

Song Yu lowered his head and tidied his cuffs. He realized that it was a bit long before waiting. The driver had already started honking the horns. Before the car could move, he looked forward, coughed softly, reminding him: "There is a green light."

The driver said "ah", suddenly came back to his senses, and drove away in panic.

"Mr. Song, you...you..." The driver stammered for a while, and shouted with a breath of excitement, "There is something on your chin."

Song Yu touched the jaw, which hurt a little. Without reminding him, he saw it in the mirror when he was brushing his teeth. Meng Jianwan bit it.

Her mouth was not light or heavy, and she bit her teeth marks, which happened to be at the connection between the jaw and the neck, half on top and half on bottom. There was no large band-aid at home, and a small band-aid could not be attached at all. It was too strange to stick two, which made him helpless.

Song Yu ordered indifferently: "Stop at the pharmacy in front and help me buy a box of band-aids." After a pause, he was afraid that he would buy the wrong one, so he specifically explained, "You need a large size."

Driver: "Okay."

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Xiao Ba was floating when he walked...
Chapter completed!