Meng Jianwan didn't let Song Yu drive. As long as he smelled of alcohol, he had to ask him to blow the alcohol content detector a few more times when he checked the car.

After they got married, they did not live at home every day, but went back every few days.

No one at home knew that the couple didn't live in an apartment together during the few days they didn't go home, but in an apartment and a nail salon.

Song Yu mentioned this matter more than once in front of Meng Jianwan, and it was too miserable for newlyweds to get to this point.

However, Meng Jianwan insisted on his own and was unmoved.

The two chatted together on the road, and the atmosphere was very harmonious. The car drove into their own garage, which inexplicably coincided with the scene a few days ago.

In the faint light, Song Yu's eyes were slightly sunk. When Meng Jianwan stopped the car, he held her hand on the steering wheel and gently stroked the back of her hand.

This prelude, which seemed to be flirting, made Meng Jianwan stunned for several seconds, and slowly turned his head to look at him.

Song Yu's hair was a little messy by him, and his broken hair was hanging in front of his forehead. The ends of his hair swept across the frame of his glasses, and the shadows covered the desire in his eyes.

"If you have something to say, don't touch me." Meng Jianwan raised his hand and pulled his hand away from him. "If you haven't drunk, why are you crazy? Get out of the car quickly."

Song Yu: "..."

She opened her mouth to speak, and the emotions that he had been brewing for a long time dissipated like smoke and clouds. She closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead with some frustration.

"Wanwan." Song Yu called her name, but said nothing else. His tone was twisted and turned, hoping that she could understand what she had not finished.

Meng Jianwan pressed the button on the side and flipped back the seat belt. She turned sideways and approached Song Yu, very close to him, saw his clear black and white eyes, and understood what he meant.

She laughed softly, crawled to him with her hands and feet, straddled him, leaned over and kissed his lips, and walked around her fingers to untie the seat belt that bound him.

Song Yu's eyes flashed, and he burned out immediately. He hugged her body and kissed her back.

The sound of clothes rubbing in the quiet and narrow space sounded, and the temperature also rose steadily, as if a basin of charcoal was thrown beside him. Things were moving in the direction that Song Yu expected, but he stopped.

His breathing was in a mess: "Wait, there is no in the car..."

Meng Jianwan retreated, his beautiful peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a tide of love like Song Yu, and he couldn't help but feel as affection as him.

After a while, she overturned again, threw the jar and said vaguely: "I'll take medicine..."

"No." Song Yu held her hand in trouble, wondering how difficult it would be to restrain herself, and gasped, "We...we will go back to the room."

He pushed open the car door with one hand and picked up Meng Jianwan in this position. The car door slammed and closed, not going around the front hall as usual. He took the elevator in the garage and went straight to the second floor and returned to the bedrooms of the two.

Before the light could be turned on, Song Yu put Meng Jianwan on the bed. She kicked off her shoes with her feet, rolled around on the bed, got into the quilt, and lay on her side with her back to him.

Song Yu reached out and could only touch the quilt. He was puzzled and raised his hand to turn on the lamp at the head of the bed.

Meng Jianwan seemed to be asleep, only one head was exposed, and she didn't take off her coat. I wonder what she was going to do suddenly like this.

Song Yu lay beside her and said in her ear: "Don't do it?" His voice was as hoarse and low as he was in the car, as if he had smoked a cigarette for a night.

Meng Jianwan said irritably: "I'm not interested."

Song Yu: "???"

Do you have to be in the car to be interested?

Song Yu turned her over, lowered her head and kissed her. She turned her head and avoided her, pushed his face aside, got up from the bed and found her pajamas and went to the bathroom: "I'll take a shower first, take a shower and go to bed."

Song Yu: "I took off my pants, would you tell me this?"

Meng Jianwan walked out of the bathroom door, held the door frame with his hand, looked back at him, grinned, and said calmly: "If you take it off, put it on again. What a big deal, don't bother me."

Song Yu: "..."

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The nail salon is officially on holiday until the 26th day of the twelfth lunar month, a few days earlier than the legal holiday. She has always been a kind boss, so she asked them to take this opportunity to have enough rest.

After the holiday, Meng Jianwan couldn't make any more traveling outside on the grounds of staying in a nail art shop. Lin Chunhua called back to the Song family and was in a lively atmosphere every day. She had gone home, so Song Yu naturally had no reason to stay in a nail art shop, so he also came back.

After dinner in the evening, the group activity was to sit on the sofa in the living room and watch TV and chat.

The family ethics drama that happened some time ago was finally broadcast. Liang Rushui found a recently popular Spring Festival TV series, which was a suspense theme in the Republic of China, and the online discussion was very high.

Meng Jianwan doesn’t like watching TV series, and this kind of family happiness doesn’t disappoint everyone. She sits on the sofa and watch TV series honestly.

Song Yu sat next to her, took off the outer skin of the social elite, and wore comfortable home clothes, light gray cardigans and sports trousers, and gold-framed glasses were still worn on her face.

He took an orange from the fruit plate, peeled it and stuffed it into Meng Jianwan's hand. She lowered her eyes and took a look, broke off a piece and put it in her mouth. The juice was so good that the pulp was sweet and delicious.

Liang Rushui looked at the male lead in a long and handsome man on TV and said, "I have seen his previous role in "The King of Dingbei". He was so elegant, as if he was named Jiang Shiyan."

Meng Jianwan didn't chase stars and didn't know this person. He cooperated with him and said, "He's pretty handsome."

Song Yu, who was beside him, hadn't watched TV series seriously. When she heard her praise, she raised her eyes and stared at the man on the TV. The camera turned around. It was late at night. The man unbuttoned his belt and took off his military uniform, revealing his thin waist and clear lines of abdominal muscles. Before he could enter the bathtub, someone sneaked up behind him and the two started fighting...

Meng Jianwan ate oranges and commented lightly: "I have a good figure."

Liang Rushui kept talking: "You will know when you go to watch the costume drama he starred in. Wearing a white dress and a jade crown on his head, he really looks like a fairy."

After two episodes of the TV series were broadcast, Meng Jianwan got up and walked upstairs.

Song Yu was not interested in the TV series, so she went back to the room first. Meng Jianwan pushed open the door and saw the man lying on the bed. He had already taken a shower and was wearing pure black pajamas. The buttons of his shirt were deliberately not buttoned, and the abdominal muscles that exposed his chest and lines were open.

The black tattoo on the collarbone is extremely sexy, his expression is cold, but it is tempting.

Meng Jianwan didn't know what he wanted to play again, so he smiled and hummed, walked over to take the phone to charge the bedside. Song Yu looked over and suddenly said, "Is it because I'm not good-looking, or is my figure not good enough? Why do you praise other men so much?"

Meng Jianwan lowered his head to check the news on his phone, glanced at him, and almost laughed out loud: "You have been making trouble for a long time because of this?"

"Who made a fuss?" Song Yu was dissatisfied.

Meng Jianwan felt that he was sometimes like a child, and he was completely unreasonable when he was serious. She nodded: "Okay, you didn't make a fuss." After she said that, she continued to reply to the news from the work group.

Song Yu really didn't expect that she would be so tempted, and she was indifferent. She didn't know whether to be angry with her or herself for a moment.

After Meng Jianwan replied to the news, he threw his phone back to the bedside table. Just as he was about to take a shower, his phone rang again.

Mei Sixiu asked her when she and Song Yu came after the New Year, so she would prepare in advance.

Meng Jianwan felt that it was better to get married. She usually didn't go back to Meng's house for ten days and half a month, and Mei Sixiu would no longer urge her like before. She would only ask her on a specific day.

Meng Jianwan sat by the bed, typed a few words and sent it over: "I'm not sure for the time being."

Mei Sixiu: "Then remember to call me before you come."

Meng Jianwan: "Okay."

Song Yu was left alone and felt a little cold. With a stomach full of depression, he slowly buttoned up the buttons of his pajamas one by one.

Meng Jianwan looked back, pursed his lips and laughed silently, and went to the bathroom.

——

The closer the Spring Festival is, the more lively the atmosphere is, the whole streets and alleys are completely renewed, with lights and decorations everywhere, and festive songs are played back in the trumpet again and again.

In the past, Meng Jianwan didn't feel much involved. Mei Sixiu would prepare everything, including new clothes and New Year gifts for everyone in the family, as well as New Year's goods and gifts to be given.

This year, I rarely accompanied the two old ladies and Liang Rushui to the mall for a walk and bought a lot of things.

Song Yu's work ended until the afternoon of the 28th day of the 12th lunar month. The first thing she did when she got home was to pull Meng Jianwan out. Meng Jianwan, who had just gone to the mall in the morning, couldn't get up. Looking at the street scene passing by outside the window, she said indifferently: "Where are you going to take me?"

Song Yu simply said two words: "Date."

Meng Jianwan yawned halfway through, and was in a daze, and turned his head to look at him: "What did you say?"

Song Yu knew that she had heard it clearly and did not repeat it.

"Go back, I don't want to date you, I just want to sleep." Meng Jianwan said.

Song Yu handed her watch to her: "It's only three o'clock in the afternoon. Why don't you go to bed early or late? Can you still sleep at night?"

Meng Jianwan: "I don't want to go out for a date if I don't sleep."

When she doesn't pursue excitement, she is just lazy. She either sleeps or sits on the sofa to eat snacks or plays games. Only racing can mobilize all her passion and she is really not interested in dating.

"We haven't had a serious date, don't you feel sorry?"

"No, thank you."

“…You don’t think I think.”

Meng Jianwan and Song Yu were both distracted, but in the end they couldn't speak anymore. When they shut up, they found that the date was already in front of them.

What caught my eye was the amusement park that was opened not long ago. A long distance from the distance, you can see a tall Ferris wheel standing there, turning slowly, emitting colorful light.

Meng Jianwan wiped his face and almost became autistic: "Who is going to play in such a childish place!"

It was during the winter vacation that there were particularly many people in the amusement park. At first glance, it looked bustling. Most of them were adults and children came to play, and some young couples were also there.

Song Yu held her hand and pulled her in: "I'm here, let's go."

Meng Jian entered the amusement park half-pushed, but found a familiar figure in the vast crowd. Liang Yuanyuan's two ponytails and small skirt were really conspicuous. There was a tall and thin boy next to her. When he looked closely, he was Su Can, the band lead singer of Zhongcheng Bar.

Are these two together?

Meng Jianwan shook Song Yu's hand away and quietly stood behind the two of them and eavesdropped on their speech.

When Song Yu saw her hands behind her back, she secretly followed the two people in front slowly, and suddenly felt helpless.

"Thank you for being in the hospital last time. I was too busy at that time and forgot to ask, "Did you not have winter vacation? Why are you still in school?" Su Can's hand was in his pocket, his voice clear and moist.

Liang Yuanyuan smiled and said, "A volunteer activity I participated in with my classmates has not finished yet, so it is more convenient to live in the school. But now it has been over, and I will go back to Shanghai tomorrow. By the way, is Xiaoqin and Xiaomian's cold better?"

Su Can: "It's already done."

Meng Jianwan listened to the corner for a long time, but didn't hear any substantial content. Finally, he couldn't help but speak out: "When did you get together?"

Liang Yuanyuan was startled and turned around suddenly, and met Meng Jianwan's joking eyes, like a cat with a hair blown out: "Sister-in-law! How long have you been standing here for eavesdropping?!"

Meng Jianwan: "I didn't say that, I'll call me sister outside."

Song Yu quickly walked to Meng Jianwan, reached out to her shoulder, looked at Liang Yuanyuan, with a more peaceful look on his face: "The New Year red envelope will be sent to you later."

Liang Yuanyuan: “…?”

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Xiaoba: Today is also a day of crying
Chapter completed!