During dinner, Liang Rushui had no appetite and only drank a few sips of the soup before giving up. It was only after nine o'clock in the evening that she felt hungry and could only call Aunt Du to cook a midnight snack.

There was a ping-pong movement in the kitchen. Song Yu heard it when he went downstairs to make coffee, and walked over and took a look.

Liang Rushui raised his eyes and glanced at the things in his hand, saying dissatisfaction: "Will you drink coffee so late? You guys don't pay attention to these things."

Song Yu said calmly: "There is still a little work that has not been completed." He was used to drinking coffee and tea. These two things could no longer affect his sleep, and could barely achieve a brief refreshing effect.

Liang Rushui smelled the smell of coffee floating out, covering the kitchen's midnight snack, shook his head and sighed, and then asked again: "Will you eat midnight snack? I'll let Aunt Du cook more?"

Song Yu took out a cup from the cabinet and lowered his head to clean it: "No need to cook it for her. She just said that she was overeating to eat at night."

"Okay then." Liang Rushui said.

While waiting for the coffee to be cooked, the mother and son chatted for a few words. Liang Rushui talked about the full moon banquet for the Xu family’s children today, and smiled: “The little baby is so beautiful, white and tender, with a pink and jade-cutting. You can see how similar it is to the eldest son of the Xu family at such a young age. The child does not admit to having children, and he doesn’t cry if he holds him. I can’t bear to let go even if I hold him.”

Liang Rushui said a lot, and Song Yu fiddled with the coffee machine slowly: "Why are you talking to me about this?" After pausing, he suddenly became happy, "You don't want to hold your grandson anymore, do you?"

Liang Rushui: "I..."

As soon as she said a word, Song Yu raised his palm and interrupted her, and said seriously: "Wanwan and I have no plans to have a baby for the time being, you may have to wait any longer. As for how long to wait, Wanwan has the final say."

When he and Meng Jianwan went to the Meng family to pay New Year's greetings, he accidentally mentioned this topic. She said firmly that she didn't want to have a child. He did not ask her if she didn't plan at the moment or if she didn't want to have a child in the future.

In order not to let Liang Rushui jump off his feet now, he spoke in a tactful manner and told her that he and Meng Jianwan had no such plan in a short period of time.

Aunt Du poked out half of her body from the kitchen: "The late supper is cooked and ready to eat."

"I'll go there right away." Liang Rushui said to Aunt Du, turned to look at Song Yu again, and said angrily, "You're thinking too much, it's good that you can find a wife. I don't expect you to have a baby now."

There is no harm without comparison. Today, Mrs. Zhou and the others were full of words, "Why haven't my son got a girlfriend yet?" Liang Rushui's mentality calmed down.

Song Yu was choked.

How bad was he in his mother's mind? It was difficult to get married to a wife. As long as he completed this step, there would be no other requirement.

But this is also good, so she can't tell her that she wants her grandson in front of Meng Jianwan.

Song Yu took a cup of brewed coffee, took the first sip, and gave Liang Rushui a gentle smile: "It would be better if you could think so."

He and Meng Jianwan have not had enough worlds. Putting aside Meng Jianwan's wishes, he has no plans to have children at the moment.

Meng Jianwan's concept finally slowly transitioned from "divorce every day" to "having a husband is not bad", and he didn't want to be beaten back to before liberation by the incident of "giving children".

Song Yu brought the coffee cup upstairs, leaving Liang Rushui alone in the same place. After savoring it, he smiled and scolded him, "Stupid brat."

Song Yu didn't go back to his room and went directly to the study to handle the work.

At eleven o'clock, he finished the work left over during the day, got up and flexed his muscles and bones, and returned to the bedroom. Unexpectedly, Meng Jianwan had not yet slept, so he leaned against the bedside and used a projector to watch a movie.

There is an audio-visual room at home, but she is watching movies in the bedroom. Song Yu realized this and gently raised his eyebrows, lifted the quilt and sat next to her: "Are you waiting for me?"

Meng Jianwan's gaze shifted from the movie, looking at his face, without saying anything, but his face said, "Please have a limit to being self-indulgent."

Song Yu pretended not to understand what she meant: "You are indeed waiting for me."

Just as the projection ahead went dark, the movie was over, with a white cast rolling on the black background, accompanied by a drum-like ending song.

Meng Jianwan yawned and turned off the projector.

Song Yu's eyes lit up, as if he had grabbed some key information: "I'm still saying that I'm waiting for me, you'll be ready to go to bed as soon as I come." After he finished speaking, he curled up the corners of his lips and smiled.

The next second, Meng Jianwan pulled the quilt up and covered his head, and the posture seemed to be about to suffocate him to death. She took the opportunity to turn over him and went to the bathroom.

Song Yu pulled down the quilt on his head. At first glance, he saw Meng Jianwan's proud back. He suddenly felt funny and sighed that a woman's face was like the sky in June, and she changed as soon as she said that she changed.

Before the meal, she even bought her a private plane and let him do whatever he wants, and she was too lazy to pay attention to him in a blink of an eye.

Meng Jianwan had already washed up before watching the movie, and then drank juice. She rinsed her mouth and came out of the bathroom. She saw Song Yu lying straight on the bed, her legs crossed, her back of her head resting on her arms, and her eyes moved as she moved, and the hint was not too obvious.

Meng Jianwan's tense face filled with a smile, but Song Yu seemed to have received some affirmation. The eyes lit up, which was even more scorching than the wall lamp above his head.

When she came over and climbed onto the bed, he put his arms around her waist, but Meng Jianwan reached out to stop him from approaching: "I'm sleepy, don't do anything randomly."

Song Yu: "???"

"I'm not kidding you." Meng Jianwan lay flat, pressing his hand against the edge of the quilt, thinking for a moment, and then said quietly, "I seem to be too indulging you recently."

Song Yu whispered: "You are talking lies with your eyes open."

Meng Jianwan: "Hmm?"

Song Yu made a move to calculate the accounts with her: "You count it yourself, how many times have you turned the signs in total?" He stretched out his fingers while thinking, "You can count with one hand, is it called indulgence? Do you have any misunderstanding of the word "indulgence"?"

For some reason, Meng Jianwan always wanted to laugh whenever he heard him say "flip the brand". She said it as a joke, but it would be fine. A big man said this, he was not afraid of losing face.

"You are sick." Meng Jianwan puffed, "This kind of thing can be settled."

"If I don't settle the score, you don't know that you are talking nonsense." Song Yu said, "It's only indulgence that I'm indulging."

“…”

Meng Jianwan rarely lost to Song Yu in the matter of verbal abuse, so he simply closed his eyes and began to make him feel sleepy, ignoring his nagging.

Song Yu talked for a long time before he realized that he had been lonely. Her eyes were closed and she was already asleep.

He took a breath, closed his mouth, and quietly hugged the person tightly. He carefully kissed her lips like countless nights when Meng Jianwan fell asleep. His movements were light and he was afraid that he would wake him up, which was a bit pious.

But this time he was not so lucky. As soon as his lips evacuated, Meng Jianwan opened his eyes. His eyes were pitch black, confused and puzzled. Then he narrowed his eyes, his tone was so light that he couldn't hear it: "What are you... doing?"

She pursed her lips and felt it carefully. It was true that she was kissed, not the illusion that she was half asleep and half awake.

Song Yu met her gaze, and after a brief shock, his face calmed down and said, "Just kiss you, good night, you can't kiss me?"

Meng Jianwan tilted his head and felt as if he was ignoring something.

After a while of silence, she recovered and came to a conclusion: "So, when we used to sleep with our bed, you took advantage of me every time when I fell asleep."

She slept heavily and was a type that was unmoved. She wouldn't wake up if she kissed her like this. She just noticed it because she didn't fall asleep.

Given that he was so familiar with his secret kiss, it can be guessed that he did a lot of such things.

Song Yu closed his eyes: "Listen to my explanation."

Meng Jianwan put on an expression of "Just make the most of your heart" and quietly waited for his next sentence.

Song Yu was stunned. No, I have any explanation. Isn’t it just kissing my wife? Can she still beat him up for this little thing?

"Oh, I didn't want to say anything." Song Yu smiled.

Meng Jianwan: "?"

Song Yu simply admitted: "You are right. I secretly kissed you when you were asleep."

Meng Jianwan: "What else?"

Song Yu: "What else? There is nothing else except stealing a kiss."

Meng Jianwan stared at him in a daze for a while, but indeed he didn't care about him. He just cursed the dog man and let him go.

After being disturbed by him, her sleepiness disappeared. She opened her eyes wide and looked at the ceiling. Thinking about it, she still felt at a disadvantage and kicked him.

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The next morning, before the alarm was ringing, Meng Jianwan was woken up by his biological clock, got up and washed up, and went downstairs to pick up eggs with a small basket.

The villa has a large space, so it is not difficult to build a chicken coop, but these chickens are like the chickens in Meng Jianwan’s hometown. They are used to being stocked and will not lay eggs in the chicken coop honestly. The eggs will be scattered among the flowers and plants, which requires some time to pick them up.

However, Meng Jianwan liked this activity since he was a child and would not find it troublesome.

She first picked up the eggs in the chicken coop and sent them to the kitchen, and then picked up the eggs scattered around while walking.

The advantage of raising chickens at home is that you no longer have to buy eggs or chickens. You can eat them anytime, but the disadvantage is that they are difficult to manage, which adds additional work to Aunt Du.

When Meng Jianwan was walking back with a basket of eggs, he saw Song Yu who got up. At the end of the road, he put his hands on his hips and was doing rotation exercises like an old man.

Song Yu looked at the eggs in her basket and thought that the gift was not given for nothing, and she did not stay in bed anymore.

Meng Jianwan: "I feel so leisurely, don't you have to go to the company today?"

"Isn't this breakfast yet?" Song Yu carried a small basket for her, and the two walked back together, "By the way, remember to come back tonight, my father's old friend came to visit, and Zhou Laosan and the others would come here, and everyone would have a meal together."

Meng Jianwan didn't find it difficult to deal with these things and did not express his opinion.

In the evening, she realized that there were many people coming, including the elders of the Yan family, Qi family, Xu family and other families, and there were also juniors. The situation was so big that Meng Jianwan thought he was holding a wedding banquet.

This explains why the family hired two more chefs in the afternoon, and Aunt Du was too busy alone.

Meng Jianwan asked Liang Rushui if he didn't understand: "Why are so many people coming?"

Liang Rushui is used to it: "Everyone is always busy with their own business, so he takes time to get together every year to connect with each other. Last year, he was at the Zhou family, this year, next year, maybe at the Zhao family, or another family. Don't be nervous, it's not a serious occasion."

Before Song Yu came back, Meng Jianwan, the newly promoted Mrs. Song, was entrusted with the important task of receiving guests.

She stood outside the door of the main hall and saw people walking over from a distance. She took a deep breath and walked slowly down the steps, ready to adjust her smile.

Unfortunately, the sun sets in the west and the sky is dyed orange. As the chickens return to their cage, chickens from all directions either rise and run wildly in the same direction, or flap their wings and fly up.

She was stunned and saw a few chickens flying over the heads of the group. The few were caught off guard and staggered in fear and looked at the top of their heads.

Zhao Yichen jumped up like someone was stepping on his tail: "Damn, what's the matter?"

Zhou Muyun was still a little more steady, but he just avoided him for a while.

Everyone looked closely and stared at me in shock: "Chicken? Why are there chickens in the villa? Oh... the chicken shit fell on my shoulder!"
To be continued...