The kiss that Song Yu had expected did not fall. He blinked slowly, and the look of looking at Meng Jianwan was unclear. She was obviously tempted just now, but the consequences should be as if she had kissed her without any scruples as before. Why can't she stop moving?

Meng Jianwan grabbed his collar and said in a tone: "Vox spirit."

Song Yu was stunned. This was the first time that someone had described this as such. Meng Jianwan said that he deliberately "seduced" people?

He was not angry, just a little surprised: "Why am I a vixen?"

Meng Jianwan patted his face frivolously. Before she could say anything, she saw the elevator door on the first floor of the car window on the side opened to both sides and the group walked out.

It was Gu Shaoning's group of people. Seeing that the two protagonists had left, they felt it was boring to stay, so they ended early.

The person who drank alcohol asked the driver to drive the car to the entrance of the club hall, and the remaining few who had not drunk alcohol took the elevator to the underground parking lot to drive.

The first person to get out of the elevator was Gu Shaoning. He noticed the dazzling pink supercar at a glance and was slightly surprised: "That's not Xiao Ba's..."

Before he could say the word "car" he noticed someone in the car.

Everyone else saw it. Song Yu leaned back and leaned against the car door. Meng Jianwan lay on him with his hand on his chest. From their perspective, the two of them seemed to be kissing.

Gu Shaoning adhered to the education of not being treated politely and took a detour. He never expected that Meng Jianwan's aggressive look was not about beating Song Yu, but about pulling him in the car and hiding intimately.

Song Yuhou realized that someone was outside the car. When he looked sideways, Meng Jianwan broke free from his arms, sat up straight, and re-tie the seat belt. With his superb driving skills, he drove the car out of the parking space and rushed out of the underground parking lot.

When the pink supercar passed by the front door of the club, Zhao Yichen also recognized at a glance that it was the car that Song Yu gave to Meng Jianwan. He was a little stunned. Didn’t Song Yu leave long ago?

The cell phone tinkled, he took out his cell phone and glanced at it. Gu Shaoning said in the group: "I underestimated Song Xiaoba, who would have thought that he and Meng Jianwan were hiding in the parking lot to kiss."

Zhao Yichen: "???"

The car was galloping in the night, and Song Yu held the handle in the car with his hands. Every time he sat in the car driven by Meng Jianwan, his heart was stuck in his throat and could jump out at any time.

Song Yu wanted to say something to divert his attention, thought for a moment, and asked her: "Have you had supper?"

"No." Meng Jianwan looked at him without squinting.

Song Yu said considerately: "Don't send me back first, go to dinner. It's already what time it's time to have hunger, and it's time for your stomach to feel uncomfortable."

Meng Jianwan didn't know if he heard it, so he didn't say anything and drove quietly.

She was particularly cold when driving, as if she was casually fiddling with toys, turning on the steering wheel, stepping on the accelerator, stopping in front of the traffic light, and starting again... A set of movements was smooth and there was no stuttering in the middle.

Song Yu tilted his head and stared at her like he couldn't see enough. It was understandable to think about it. They were all racers who participated in professional racing and also played car stunts. Driving usually is a pediatrician for her.

Song Yu: "Wanwan, why are you ignoring me again?"

Meng Jianwan: "You talk so much in front of others?"

"Who talks too much?" Song Yu refused to admit it.

Meng Jianwan turned at an intersection, not the way back to the Song family. Song Yu guessed that she listened to his words and planned to find a place to have a meal first.

When he was in a good mood, he was happy to follow her: "Okay, I admit, I talk too much."

Meng Jianwan glanced at him distractedly, not understanding what his inconsistency meant. He refused to admit it for a while, and then admitted it so readily.

Song Yu: "I don't talk so much in front of others, mainly because you don't like to talk. If I don't talk anymore, wouldn't we behave like to act in a silent drama together? Wouldn't it be boring?" After saying that, he observed Meng Jianwan's face for a while, as if he had caught a handle, and said loudly, "Look, you don't speak."

Meng Jianwan drove the car to Jiang Weinian's rice noodle shop. Song Yu sat in the car and looked out and found that it was a small shop less than 20 square meters. The sign faded in the wind and sun. A dark blue awning was set up at the door, and several tables were placed under it. Because it was cold, the guests were dining in the store and there were no people outside.

This place is a bit familiar. Song Yu pondered for a moment. He remembered that time he followed Meng Jianwan's car and witnessed her teach a man a lesson, pressing the man's head on the table, and then covering it with a stool...

From that time on, he decided not to settle the score with this girl, afraid of being beaten.

Song Yu was in a state of distractedness. Meng Jianwan had already got out of the car and walked into the store. Song Yu quickly pushed open the car door and followed. Meng Jianwan found an empty seat and sat down.

Song Yu sat next to her without hesitation.

Meng Jianwan looked at him blankly, as if she felt incredible. She remembered that at the food stall on the roadside, Song Yu took out a handkerchief and wiped the stool and the tabletop before she could sit down. Why didn't he pay attention to it this time?

Meng Jianwan glanced at the environment in the small shop. Many customers were dining, but the helpers in the shop couldn't help. The bowls and chopsticks on several tables were too late to clean up. There was soup and a bunch of toilet paper flowing on it, which looked greasy and messy.

Meng Jianwan pulled out a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick tube and held it in his hand, and asked casually: "Do you eat it?"

"Eat, I didn't have supper either." Song Yu said while paying attention to the menu posted on the wall, thinking about which flavor it is better to choose.

"Don't you... have a cleanliness obsession?" Meng Jianwan held his chin and followed his eyes.

Song Yu withdrew his gaze and looked at her face, feeling a little funny: "I used to be a little obsessed with cleanliness. Isn't this a 29-yuan piece of clothing worn by you after being with you, and chased wild boars and chickens. What else do you think I have to pay attention to?"

Meng Jianwan: “…”

The two of them came quietly and there were many customers in the store. Aunt Jiang was busy in the kitchen for a while before she noticed Meng Jianwan, and hurriedly came over to ask her what she had to eat.

Meng Jianwan said: "It's better to be the same."

Aunt Jiang said "Okay", and then looked at Song Yu beside her. She hadn't paid attention to it before and thought she was a guest who was playing with the table, but the man actually pinched the zipper of Meng Jianwan's jacket under the table and played with it. Aunt Jiang was stunned for a moment and asked slowly, "Wanwan, is this gentleman your partner?"

Song Yu smiled gently, but still couldn't introduce himself: "Yes, I am Wanwan's boyfriend, my name is Song Yu."

Aunt Jiang suddenly smiled: "He looks so handsome."

Song Yu: "Thank you aunt for your praise. Wanwan is so beautiful, and her boyfriend must not be that bad. Are you right?"

Meng Jianwan couldn't bear it anymore and pinched Song Yu: "You want some face."

Aunt Jiang didn't notice her little movements, and was still immersed in the joy of finding a partner. After a while, she remembered to ask Song Yu: "What do you want to eat?"

Song Yu had just read the menu, but now he forgot and didn't look at it again, saying, "Just like Wanwan."

"Okay, you guys sit for a while, I'll go and cook the powder now." Aunt Jiang grabbed the apron in front of her and walked to the kitchen while wiping her hands.

Song Yu: "You have a good relationship with your boss?"

Meng Jianwan poured a glass of warm water, took a sip, leaned against the wall leisurely, and said, "Once I came here to eat noodles, I met her rogue ex-husband who came to grab money and helped solve the problem. Since then, the boss has treated me as his daughter."

Song Yu was very surprised that Meng Jianwan could take the initiative to tell him this.

"Ah, the man you taught a lesson that day was her ex-husband?"

"Which day?"

"It was the day I first went to your nail salon. You got a call and left. I drove over and saw you calling a man."

Meng Jianwan remembered that Song Yu was there that day and even did fancy manicures...

While the two were chatting, Aunt Jiang brought two casseroles. As soon as she left the stove, the bottom of the casserole touched the water in the tray, and it was still sizzling.

Meng Jianwan misses this smell if he doesn't eat it any time after a while. He sniffs deeply and can't wait to pick up a chopstick and put it into his mouth. It's still fresh and delicious.

Song Yu didn't talk to her any more topics, and also ate the noodles quietly. Although he didn't say much hope at the beginning, he felt that the taste was pretty good after taking a few bites.

The two of them were next to each other, hiding in this place, eating cheap fans, listening to the people around them chatting and chatting, but the ordinary scenes made people feel warm.

The harmonious picture ends when Song Yu put the fat beef rolls in his casserole to Meng Jianwan: "I think you like to eat them very much."

Meng Jianwan looked sideways and said lightly: "Pick it back."

Song Yu said "Oh": "Don't you like to eat?" He stretched out his chopsticks and picked up the fat cow, and also picked up the fat cow that was originally in Meng Jianwan's casserole.

Meng Jianwan: “…”

Song Yu was beaten without any surprise.

After the two of them finished their meals, when they came out of the food restaurant, a strong wind blew up. Several chairs at the door were blown down, lying on the ground in a row. The landscape trees on the side of the road swayed violently. Someone's electric car was blown down, and there was a clang.

Song Yuyu Guang glanced at Meng Jianwan, reached out and pulled her arm, and pulled the person in front of him.

Meng Jianwan frowned, and before he could speak, he saw Song Yu lowering his head, covering his long eyelashes, pinching the zipper of her jacket with his fingers, clasping the lock, pulling it up, pulling it to the top, pressing against the tip of his chin, and his fingers inadvertently touching her skin. He seemed to have not noticed it: "Okay, let's go."

Meng Jianwan paused for two seconds and got into the driver's seat. This time, she didn't need to make a sound reminder, Song Yu fastened his seat belt.

Maybe it was because I ate a bowl of steaming noodles that the alcohol had long since dissipated and I was very clear-headed.

Meng Jianwan drove him to the Song family as agreed before. She didn't drive in and parked at the door of the villa and reminded him: "Get out."

Song Yu untied his seat belt, stopped for a few seconds, raised his hand and rubbed her hair: "Go back and pay attention to safety, and send me a message when you get home."

Knowing that she would not respond, he didn't insist and pushed open the car door.

After Meng Jianwan turned around and left, he turned around and walked into the room.

The car was not as fast as it was when it came. Meng Jianwan held the steering wheel with one hand and raised his other hand to correct the head that was messed up by Song Yu, with a faint expression on his face.

As soon as Song Yu walked to the entrance, he heard the sound of the TV coming from the living room. The volume was very loud. Those who didn't know thought they were in the cinema.

He tidied up his clothes and walked in. He saw Liang Rushui and Song Xiaozheng in the living room, sitting on the sofa, watching idol dramas attentively.

Song Yu was speechless, said hello and walked upstairs.

"Wait." Liang Rushui called him, "The driver has driven the car back a long time ago. Why did you come back?"

Song Yu stood at the entrance of the stairs, thought of something, curled up the corners of his lips, and couldn't hide his complacent between his eyebrows and eyes: "My girlfriend drove me back."

Liang Rushui didn't hear it clearly, so he picked up the remote control and turned the volume of the TV a little lower, and asked again: "What did you say?"

"I said—" Song Yu repeated patiently, "I drank wine, and my girlfriend was worried about me. After treating me to something, she drove me back in person."

In just one sentence, the amount of information contained was too large. Liang Rushui was stunned for a moment, as if he hadn't figured it out, and asked a key question: "Where did you get your girlfriend?"

Song Yu smiled: "Meng Jianwan, she is my girlfriend now."

Liang Rushui opened her eyes wide and was so excited that she was incoherent: "Wanwan... No, did you catch up with Wanwan? When did it happen? Why didn't I hear you say?"

Song Yu restrained his emotions and said calmly: "Well, I caught up with you. We haven't talked to you for a while."

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Xiao Ba: I wish I could tell the whole world\^o^/
Chapter completed!