Song Yu heard about the Meng family. He made a fortune by making electronic products in his early years. Later, Meng Weihuai invested in many science and technology companies. Now he has a wide range of knowledge and business is getting bigger and bigger.

The Song family and the Meng family have no business cooperation and do not have deep intersections. They may only meet at large banquets in the circle. Song Yu naturally does not understand the family affairs of the Meng family. At this moment, he only found it interesting when he looked at the information in front of him.

A very arrogant girl like Meng Jianwan was actually a burden to bring her into the Meng family by her mother. The old lady, stepbrother and step sister at home didn't like her. Logically speaking, she was dependent on others and she should have Cinderella's script. However, in fact, she was like a vicious queen, and she was still the kind of poisoning blatantly.

Song Yu flipped through the information casually and suddenly noticed one of the texts in his eyes - Meng Jianwan opened a nail art shop when he was in college, which was quite large and was called "Xiang Wan Nail Art".

He raised his eyebrows as if he had found a breakthrough, and a light flashed in his eyes.

Why do you say that? If you can run away, the monk can’t run away. As long as you know her fixed address, he will have a way to block her from avenging her previous shame.

Song Yu fell into Meng Jianwan's hands twice in a row, and he was really angry and had nowhere to vent his anger, but he was so busy that he couldn't get out of his body recently. He had countless things to deal with every day, and he pushed him all the time, and there were various social events. He had two meals a day at the wine party.

Song Xiaozheng visited him for a week and praised him very much, so he became a hand-off manager. Unless there was a major decision that he needed to solve, he would not even go to the company.

In the president's office, Xie Yong stood by the table and reported his schedule in a straightforward manner: "The Hongke merger and acquisition meeting was held at 10 o'clock in the morning, and in the afternoon, he had an appointment with Mr. Zhou of Senyuan Group to play golf. There was a dinner party in the evening to discuss cooperation with Mr. Su of Mingqi..."

Song Yu felt a headache when he heard this and raised his hand to interrupt him: "Zhou Muyun and I are friends. If you don't need to go through the motions when talking to him, I just need to tell him directly."

Of course Xie Yong knew their relationship, "The Sixteen Young Master in the Capital" was well-known. He crossed out the afternoon arrangements, so time was free: "Mr. Song, do you need to arrange other work for you?"

"According to your opinion, I can't rest?" Song Yu pushed the edge of the table with his hand, and the boss's chair of Wanxianglun slid back for a distance, staring straight at Xie Yong.

Xie Yong swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said hurriedly: "No, Mr. Song, I didn't mean that."

Song Yu didn't want to listen to his explanation and said bluntly: "I have something to go out in the afternoon."

Xie Yong immediately responded: "What's the matter?" He had to ask clearly. If it was a business, he would help President Song arrange the car to be picked up and dropped off in advance.

Song Yu opened his thin lips lightly and spit out two words: "Revenge."

Xie Yong: "???"

Just after lunch time, Song Yu called Zhou Muyun a video call and chatted with him for two hours. He first handled work matters, and then refused Xie Yong to send him a car. He drove to Xiangwan nail salon with the car keys.

The store is located in the center of a bustling commercial street, with two floors up and down, and is decorated in high-end and atmospheric. Through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, you can see the various instruments placed inside. The colorful nail polishes are arranged neatly from light to dark in color in the glass cabinet, which is very pleasing to the eye. The overall appearance does not look like a nail art shop, but rather a luxury brand store.

Meng Jianwan would come over when he was free and had nothing to do. After staying for most of the day, she didn't do anything and just stayed on the sofa to play games. When Jiang Weinian came to do her homework, she would play games and call Jiang Weinian a fool.

Jiang complained about Nian, and he had a shadow on Meng Jianwan.

At this moment, Meng Jianwan was sitting on the table where he was doing his homework, with his legs hanging down beside the table, swaying from time to time, holding his cell phone in his hand and fighting the enemy on the battlefield.

At the end of the game, Meng Jianwan turned his head and looked at his paper. He stretched out his finger and poked his forehead with a regret: "Is the brain on your neck a decoration? A chemical equation is not even matched in ten minutes. How stupid are you?"

Jiang Weinian blushed when she was scolded before. She had become cursed many times and had already become shameless: "It's not because of you, you've disturbed me by playing games."

"Don't make excuses for your stupidity."

“…”

Jiang Weinian buried his head and pretended to be dead and ignored Meng Jianwan.

Anyway, he knew that he could not argue with her, and he would always be demoted to nothing in the end, but he had to admit that Meng Jianwan was indeed smarter than him.

During the summer vacation, there are endless customers coming to do manicure every day. The second floor is almost full, and the staff are busy. The first floor is a storefront, and there are not too many locations, which makes it look more casual and exquisite.

Meng Jianwan jumped off the table and started another game. Hearing the sound of "You have entered the first-level combat readiness state, come on the special forces" from her phone, she raised her fingers and moved her hands for a while, ready for combat.

The wind chime rings at the door, Meng Jianwan didn't look up, and another staff member went to entertain him: "Hello, sir, what do you need?"

The men who visited the nail salon were all girls, or boys who accompanied their girlfriends, and boys who never came alone, and the staff were confused for a while.

Song Yu saw Meng Jianwan sitting on the sofa with his legs raised on the handrail at first sight, and said, "I'll come here to find someone."

The voice was a little familiar. Meng Jianwan was stunned, and his eyes were reluctant to leave the screen of the phone. He glanced at the person at the door, raised his eyebrows, and looked a little surprised.

"Why are you? Didn't you remember the last time you were beaten?" She was distracted just now. She was shot in the game because the other party used 98k, and her blood strip fell out half of it. As long as the other party added another shot, she could withdraw. Meng Jianwan frowned and said in a bad tone, "Why are you running around like a mouse? I can meet you everywhere."

It would be fine if she met him in a bar, but it was a coincidence that she could meet him in her own nail salon. It was really strange.

When Song Yu heard this, his face turned dark instantly.

While Meng Jianwan asked his teammate Wei Canyang to cover up her, he said to Song Yu: "You are not here to dismantle the store, are you?" She twisted her neck left and right and made preparations for the fight, "Then I won't show mercy like the previous two times."

The noise between the two people heard the whole first floor. The girls doing manicures frequently turned their heads to look at Song Yu. They were not interested in the conversation between them, but only thought the man in front of them was very good and wanted to take a few more glances.

Song Yu walked to Meng Jianwan and looked down at her with a high apology: "Damn girl, come out for me."

Jiang Weinian raised her head from a pile of papers, her mind was a little confused. This is Meng Jianwan’s enemy coming to the door? What if the fight starts? Should he call the police first...

Meng Jianwan was calm, and his two fingers kept sliding on the phone screen, as if he didn't take Song Yu seriously: "What are you going out for? Do you want to fight me one-on-one?" She said "tsk" and kindly reminded, "Have you never told you that you can't beat me? I advise you not to humiliate yourself."

Song Yu was so angry that his internal organs were tangled together. He had never seen a woman more arrogant than her: "Meng Jianwan!"

"It's so hot, don't be so angry." In the game, Meng Jianwan was sitting in the back seat of a car, being carried by Wei Canyang to run away from poison. Only then did she take the time to raise her eyes and blink at him.

Only then did Song Yu realize that she had put on makeup, with a light red at the end of her eyes, which made her peach blossom eyes more and more dazzling, as if she had really stuck a peach blossom petal on it.

Of course, Meng Jianwan didn't know how to put on makeup. This was done by the little girl in the store. She didn't refuse if she thought it was fun.

The last second was like a furry lion, but in a blink of an eye it turned into a docile kitten. Song Yu was slightly stunned and couldn't help but think of the dream he had that night.

He suddenly turned his face away and became a little uncomfortable, but his thoughts only drifted for a moment and woke up. Last time, Meng Jianwan was in the bar and confusing him with an innocent look, and then he hit him while he was not paying attention.

A string in Song Yu's mind was tense, and the conditioned reflex took a step back.

Sure enough, Meng Jianwan smiled softly: "Sorry, our store will not entertain people who are looking for trouble. Since we are here, why not do a manicure? The summer term limit is 20% off."

She said, before Song Yu could react, she waved to Tao Ran, who was busy: "Xiao Ran, Mr. Song wants to do manicures, so you can help him make the new model you designed, the one with diamonds."

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Song Xiaoba: My wife asked me to do manicure? It was...it was quite sudden, I don’t know if I should agree.
Chapter completed!