When Song Yu left the company, he said to Meng Jianwan that he was going to have a party with his friends tonight, but he did not ask her to drive over to pick him up. Unexpectedly, she came over without saying a word. By chance, he heard his desperate speech.

Although he didn't mention the place of the party, it was not the first time Meng Jianwan came here. When she heard that he was going to have a party with his friends, she thought of this.

The lobby manager had already seen Meng Jianwan, so he personally helped her press the elevator to let her over, and he didn't even say hello to Song Yu in the private room.

Meng Jianwan felt a little sorry for what happened last night, so he drove over after training, thinking that if Song Yu had drunk, she could just pick him up home.

Who would have thought that as soon as she pushed open the door, she could hear Song Yu's voice before she could find him.

He said she has been too arrogant recently and wants to send her to sign up for "The Transformation"?

Meng Jianwan gritted his teeth, nodded, and thought to himself that it was very good, very good. She wanted to give him a surprise, but unexpectedly he gave her a surprise first.

She stood high behind Song Yu with her arms in her arms. After a while, she turned her head away. She lowered her hands and put them on his shoulders, asking knowingly: "What did you say just now?"

Song Yu heard the subtext of this sentence: Dog, you are dead.

The others were full of fun and looked at the fun without much trouble. They wanted to see how "stricken" Song Yu's rumored "wife is strictly controlled" can be "cowardly".

The picture was still for three seconds. Song Yu slowly turned his head and looked at his wife's bright and charming face. Shure smiled: "I'm joking with Yan Bei, how could I let you participate in a variety show?"

Yan Bei, who was named, touched his jaw and said incredibly: "Is it just a joke? When you asked me, I was thinking about it so seriously."

Meng Jianwan pursed his lips and said with a smile: "Make it, continue to make it."

No matter how Song Yu's tongue can't make up the reason for satisfying Meng Jianwan, he grabbed her hand and shook it lightly, turned his head to avoid everyone and whispered: "I'm wrong."

After saying that, Song Yu raised his head and observed Meng Jianwan's face. She had no expression on her face. She didn't know if she had calmed down. He continued to pull her hand with a pleasing look: "Let's go home?"

The others were far away and didn't hear what Song Yu said. Just from his expression, it could be judged that he must have said a lot of words begging for mercy.

Meng Jianwan pulled away his hand and lit his chin: "Let's go."

Song Yu stood up obediently, picked up the suit jacket on the back of the chair and put it on, and said to the people watching the show: "You guys continue, I'll leave first, I'll settle my account for the consumption tonight."

Zhao Yichen raised a glass of wine with a smile, and said with a slight teasing on his face: "Xiao Ba, you made us come out, why did you escape first?"

Song Yu raised his hand to tidy up his collar and buttoned the cloak. When he didn't hear Zhao Yichen's words, he took Meng Jianwan's hand and walked out of the box, closing the door casually, isolating the gossiping eyes of the group of people.

Xu Zhan stared at their backs until the door was completely closed and there was no gap. He then withdrew his gaze and sipped the wine in the glass.

Zhao Yichen shook his head and sighed: "I still underestimated Xiaoba's cowardice. He ran away so quickly. Those who didn't know thought he was rushing back and kneeling on the washboard."

The others smiled but did not respond.

Song Yu didn't kneel down on the washboard. He was talking nice things to coax people along the way from the private room upstairs to the elevator downstairs.

"Wanwan, how could I let you participate in a variety show? I just said it casually."

"Why did you come to find me suddenly? Did you come to pick me up home?"

"Wanwan?"

There was a "ding" sound from the elevator, and the metal door opened to both sides. Meng Jianwan took the lead in getting out because his hand was held by Song Yu, and it seemed like she was pulling him out.

The lobby manager touched the tip of his nose, pretending that he had seen nothing, and his eyes turned to the other side.

Meng Jianwan's car was parked at the door of the entertainment club. She sat straight into the driver's seat. After waiting for a while, Song Yu sat next to her without wearing a seat belt and turned to look at her.

There were only two people left in the space. Meng Jianwan couldn't hold back his laughter and reached out to pinch his ears: "Song Yu, are you pretending? Are you that afraid of me?"

When he had not obtained a marriage certificate, he often provoked her. Even if he was beaten, he could not stop his flirting. Ask me, when did she attack him since he got married? He pretended to be weak.

Meng Jianwan scratched his jaw with his fingers, and as if he was teasing, he smiled and said with a smile: "I suspect you are the one who ruined my reputation outside."

You can tell from the performance of Song Yu's friends. When one or two of them saw her, she looked solemn, as if she was so good at teaching people.

Dare you say it was not Song Yu’s “credit”?

Song Yu had no intention of distinguishing her words, and all his senses were concentrated on her fingertips. Her fingers were warm and gently scratched his jaw, causing a burst of itch. He rolled his Adam's apple lightly, struggling between enjoyment and stopping for several seconds, and finally chose the latter. He grabbed her hand and looked at her with dark eyes.

Meng Jianwan said slowly: "Don't think I can let you go if you don't answer."

Song Yu's Adam's apple rolled up again, grabbed her by the hand and pulled her in front of her, her face getting closer and closer to her. Meng Jianwan knew her, leaned back, and the light from the corner of her eyes floated: "What are you doing? This is on the side of the road!"

Song Yu's mind was awake, his eyes closed for a while, and when he opened his eyes, he sat upright, but he still held her hand. Thinking of her question just now, he said innocently: "What am I pretending?" He had a serious expression, "There are still people in the circle who don't know that I'm afraid of my wife?"

A large part of the reason for this rumor is indeed from Song Yu's daily performance, but it is also a fact. He is mainly based on Meng Jianwan's everything, but in the eyes of outsiders, he is understood as he is afraid of her.

Meng Jianwan was speechless.

She discovered a terrifying fact, that is, she has been increasingly unable to say anything about him recently, and the feeling of not having a little advantage in words is very short.

She simply stopped worrying and reminded Song Yu to wear a seat belt, and then drove him to a restaurant he often went to for dinner, intending to go home after dinner.

Before Meng Jianwan came, Song Yu drank two glasses of wine on an empty stomach. He drank violently and anxiously. After the alcohol came, he felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach.

Meng Jianwan didn't say anything, probably because he noticed that his face was not very good. After arriving at the restaurant, he took the menu and ordered a few meat dishes he liked and added an extra bowl of porridge.

Song Yu held his cell phone in his hand and was checking the news. He didn't notice what dishes she ordered. When the waiter put a bowl of porridge on the dining table, he looked at Meng Jianwan in surprise.

"What are you looking at? I ordered it for you. Do you think I can drink white porridge?" Meng Jianwan pushed the bowl of white porridge placed in the middle of the dining table fiercely to Song Yu, and despised him, "You don't have the alcohol tolerance and learn what alcohol you can drink, pretending to be depressed young people?"

Song Yu: "..."

I was scolded by my wife so much that I didn't dare to refute a word.

Meng Jianwan picked up the chopsticks and feasted, fried shrimps, beer brisket, spicy chicken... However, Song Yu, opposite, squeezed the spoon and drank the white porridge without any taste.

He looked up at her, and as he thought about it, his heart suddenly felt sweeter than eating honey.

Meng Jianwan stopped chopsticks, took a sip of hot tea, and noticed his gaze. She narrowed her black eyes slightly and her eyes narrowed: "You are so smiling."

Song Yu smiled: "I laughed at you."

Meng Jianwan: “…”

Song Yu supported his jaw. Without her words, he could guess that she could see that he was not feeling well and ordered a bowl of white porridge for him alone. Even though her expression and tone were so fierce that she seemed to eat people.

In fact, he was not that serious, he was just a slight nausea. He didn't think it was a big deal. I don't know how she guessed it. Unless she kept observing him.

Thinking of this, Song Yu lowered his head and smiled, willingly scooped up a spoonful of white porridge and put it into his mouth. He had never tasted a single dish and was extremely obedient.

Meng Jianwan felt more and more confused. He lowered his head and filled his stomach silently. He took out a napkin and wiped the oil stains on his lips, and took his cell phone to the front desk to pay.

After drinking a bowl of soft, glutinous and hot white porridge, Song Yu felt his stomach warmer, and of course his heart warmer. The discomfort felt quickly dissipated. When he got up and waited for her, he saw her turn around and asked himself lightly: "Do you need to pack a late-night snack for you?"

Song Yu: "No."

Meng Jianwan didn't ask any more questions, lowered his head and clicked on the payment code of Alipay in his hand, raised his hand, and asked the camper behind the counter to scan the screen of his mobile phone. As soon as he withdrew his hand, he heard Song Yu whisper to her behind him, "Wait for me, I'll go to the bathroom." He paused and asked again, "Do you want to go? Let's go together?"

Meng Jianwan: "??? Can I still go to the same place as you?"

"I don't mean that, I mean..."

"Okay, no need to explain." Meng Jianwan interrupted him ruthlessly and waved his hand, "You go, I'll wait for you."

Compared with him, Meng Jianwan felt that he was the considerate boyfriend and had to wait patiently for his girlfriend to go to the bathroom to make up after dinner.

She left the restaurant door, put one hand into her pocket, and held her cell phone in her other hand to play.

The door on his side opened and closed, and a huge shadow came over. Meng Jianwan looked sideways and saw a group of big and thick men coming out of the restaurant. The leader was drunk and tilted, and his eyes became ambiguous when he saw her: "I didn't see that, it turned out to be a beauty." The man grinned and said frivolously, "Beauty, make friends."

Meng Jianwan initially turned his back to the restaurant door. From the inside, he looked like a woman wearing a sports jacket and work pants. Not to mention her appearance, her figure was even blocked by wide clothes. In addition, she was tall, and it was impossible to tell whether she was a man or a woman.

At this moment, when I looked up close, the eyes of a group of men immediately lit up. Unexpectedly, under the cover of the cold coat, it was an extremely beautiful face.

Meng Jianwan put away his cell phone and looked at the man with pockets in his hands. He saw too many men who showed their ugly appearance when they were drunk. She was not surprised and showed a sarcastic expression and said coldly: "Make your mother's friend. After drinking a few glasses of wine, I don't even know your grandma?"

As soon as Song Yu came out, he heard Meng Jianwan's voice. He quickly walked to her side, frowned and looked at the group of people opposite him. He knew what was going on without asking.

He held Meng Jianwan's shoulder and pressed him out, with a strong momentum: "What do you want to say to my wife? Why don't you talk to me first."

Several men with obvious drunkenness saw that Song Yu was dressed in a noble manner, and his whole body was definitely not something that ordinary rich people could possess. He was probably a powerful family who could not be offended.

Several men looked at each other, not knowing whether they were really drunk or had some consciousness in their minds. They helped each other and left, and only cursed and vented their anger after walking away.

When the lights are on, the long traffic winds into the distance like a galaxy, and there is no end to see.

The shop opposite was brightly lit, and the dazzling array of jewelry reflected countless rays of light. Song Yu sighed and lowered his eyes to look at the people around him: "Are you okay?"

Meng Jianwan looked up at him and told him with his eyes that "You are asking nonsense". What she should be worried about is the safety of the group of people. If he comes one step later and the group of people has not left consciously, she will take action to give them some trouble and let these scums know that some people cannot mess with them.

Song Yu's lips were pursed into a straight line, and he smiled with a smile. He obviously understood what she meant and guessed exactly what she thought: "If I don't come, are you going to kill them?"

He used an exaggeration to say that according to Meng Jianwan's nature, he should be able to teach people a lesson.

She raised her eyebrows without objection, walked down the steps, and hummed up in a tone, indicating that he had guessed correctly.

Song Yu followed her down the steps. He took a big step and caught up with her in two steps. He was wearing glasses decorated with thin golden chains today, gentle and passionate. The light on the roadside swept over his head with a shallow layer of light. His eyebrows and eyes drooped and he laughed silently.

The car parked in the parking space on the opposite side of the road. The two stood by the sidewalk, staring quietly at the countdown of the red light in front of them. When the red light turned green, Song Yu took Meng Jianwan's hand and took her across the road to the other side.

Meng Jianwan took out the car keys from his pocket, and the headlights flashed twice. Song Yu opened the driver's seat door for her and watched her sit in, then he went around to the other side and sat on it.

Song Yu suddenly spoke: "Do we want to go back to the apartment?"

Meng Jianwan: “…?”

She took a breath, and according to all the previous signs, the sentence Song Yu could be replaced with "Would we want to have a sleep?"

Meng Jianwan turned his head to look at him and said coldly: "Come here."

Song Yu stared at her face for a moment, leaned over hesitantly, and when she approached him, he shrank back again: "You won't want to murder your husband, are you?"
To be continued...