The ceiling lights in the bedroom were turned off, and the moonlight shone in through the untie curtains, and sparse glow fell on the floor. A base shirt slid from the edge of the bed to the ground, and the moonlight shone on it, adding a touch of beauty.

A heavy metal rock-paced mobile phone ringtone rang, dispelling the ambiguous atmosphere in an instant.

In the dim and unclear bedroom, Meng Jianwan's voice was clear: "My cell phone rang."

Song Yu frowned slightly, and his dissatisfaction overflowed from the bottom of his eyes and quickly crawled throughout his body.

He couldn't understand why every time this time comes, he was either interrupted by the phone ring or disturbed by someone. He committed an unforgivable sin in his previous life, which brought about the torture in this life.

He ignored it, but Meng Jianwan was not happy and said again: "My phone rang."

Song Yu said angrily: "Let it ring."

Meng Jianwan pushed him, stretched out his hand from the quilt, and touched the phone on the bedside table. The caller ID on the screen was "Yanbei", which surprised her a little.

Song Yu took a deep breath, turned over and lay on the edge, put his arm on his forehead, and looked at Meng Jianwan. He took off his glasses, couldn't see the words on the screen, and asked her: "Who called?"

"Yanbei." Meng Jianwan couldn't figure out what Yanbei had to do to find him, so he didn't press the switch button for a long time.

Song Yu pursed his lips.

He was thinking last second that unless the call was called by his mother-in-law or father-in-law, anyone who called in would be scolded.

Song Yu took the phone from Meng Jianwan without saying a word. Before she could react, she said "Eh" and saw Song Yudan slide down the button to connect and grit her teeth and said, "You are drunk too much, why are you calling my wife in the middle of the night?"

Meng Jianwan paused, and it was rare for him to curse people.

On the other side of the phone, Yan Bei was scolded by someone, but he was stunned for a while and didn't come back to his senses. After a long time, his eyes lowered, he glanced at his watch and asked, "It's not eleven o'clock, why is it midnight?"

Song Yu: "Get out."

Meng Jianwan: “…”

Yan Bei touched the tip of his nose, and recalled that Meng Jianwan took the person away in the private room at that time. Zhao Yichen guessed that the result of Song Yu's operation might be that he would kneel down on the washboard when he went home.

Could it be that Song Yu really kneeled?

He was in a state of fire and had nowhere to vent his anger. Someone called him and the man became cannon fodder.

Yan Bei said intimately that he was really innocent and did not go around with him: "I have something to do with your wife."

Song Yu was so angry that he said quickly: "I said it was a joke to ask my wife to participate in a live-action variety show, so don't take it seriously. That's it, I'm dead."

"Hey, wait! This is not what I want to say, don't quit first."

"Why are you talking so much? You are..."

Before Song Yu could finish his passionate speech, Meng Jianwan took away his phone. After listening for a long time, she didn't see him talking about the main business. She was too patient.

"What are you asking for me?" Meng Jianwan said.

Yan Bei finally waited for the main owner, breathed a sigh of relief, cleared his throat, and said, "That's right, a popular singer in my company will shoot an MV tomorrow, and needs a pink supercar. I think you have a ready-made one, so you don't have to waste time, energy, and money to prepare."

Meng Jianwan understood what he meant: "Borrow a car?"

When Yan Bei was speaking, Song Yu listened clearly. He thought about the revenge of being interrupted by someone, and he interrupted without thinking: "No borrowing!"

Meng Jianwan frowned, covered his mouth with his hands, and turned his head to look at him: "Are you childish?" She said to Yan Bei on the phone, "No problem, give me an address, I'll drive it to you tomorrow."

Yan Bei smiled and said, "I'm in trouble."

Meng Jianwan: "Yes."

The two ended the call. Meng Jianwan put his phone back to the bedside table and plugged in the charger again. After a while, the phone rang a WeChat message and it was Yan Bei who sent the shooting address.

Meng Jianwan did not pick up his phone to watch it again.

She didn't have training tomorrow morning, so it would be easy to drive the car over.

Last time Liang Yuanyuan asked her to ask Yan Bei to arrange for Su Can’s band. Although Song Yu finally contacted Yan Bei, which was the favor he owed, no matter how he said that, he helped him without saying anything. Since Yan Bei spoke this time, she still had such a effortless little busy, and she had no reason not to agree.

Meng Jianwan withdrew his thoughts, picked up the cup on the nightstand and drank a sip of water, and suddenly realized something was wrong. Why didn't Song Yu yell?

She turned her head and looked at the position beside her. The man turned his back to her, curled his legs with his back and curled up. His depression could be seen from his figure alone.

Meng Jianwan put down the cup, pursed his lips and chuckled, then calmed down the smile on his lips, raised his foot and kicked him in the back: "Why are you not talking?"

Song Yu was kicked by her and shook her shoulders, pulling the quilt to cover her shoulders, not wanting to speak.

The same was true last time. After being disturbed by someone, she was not interested. She said she was sleepy and wanted to sleep. He was too lazy to talk about it this time.

Meng Jianwan guessed his thoughts, and his smile that had finally restrained collapsed again. She couldn't help laughing, and she really felt that this dog man was so naive that he could not describe it in words.

"Song Yu." She called his name.

Song Yu was accented and said: "What are you doing--"

Meng Jianwan pursed the corner of her lower lip, and she called him his name, but he still asked knowingly.

Song Yu waited for a while, but couldn't wait for her to come. He turned over and lay flat on the bed, turned his head to look at her, and signaled that she would say something.

Meng Jianwan licked his back teeth and nodded: "You are just a drama artist."

Song Yu paused for a moment, finally couldn't hold back, raised the corners of his lips and smiled, and at the same time, he pulled her into his arms and continued what had happened before.

...

When Song Yu woke up, the sun was already shining through the window, and it was a bright and sunny day.

He went to the bathroom to take a shower. When he wiped his hair, he saw Meng Jianwan woke up. His good mood could not be hidden at all. His narrow eyes were bent. In order to maintain his mature and steady image, he closed his eyes and couldn't help but lift the corners of his mouth.

Song Yu found out that Meng Jianwan was so fucking happy to coax him. She coaxed him this time and he was so excited that he couldn't find him. His mood was like a bottle of shaking bubbles, and the fine and dense bubbles rose in his body.

Meng Jianwan rubbed his hair and found that the pajamas were worn on her body, which Song Yu should have been wearing for her last night. She got up from the bed and went to the cloakroom.

Song Yu coughed lightly and asked, "Why are you going to deliver a car to that singer in Yanbei Company?"

Meng Jianwan's voice came out through a glass door: "Yes."

Song Yu was dissatisfied: "He is good at calling people, why don't he send someone to pick them up by himself? He also wants to drive over in person. No, I'll tell him."

The door of the cloakroom opened, Meng Jianwan had already changed his clothes and put his hands on the door frame: "I asked to send it to me myself. I was idle in the morning and drove out for a walk."

Song Yu had nothing to say.

Meng Jianwan went to the bathroom to wash, but he thought of something, followed him, thought about it, and said, "I found that you are particularly tolerant of other people, but you are harsh on me."

Meng Jianwan stood by the washbasin and squeezed toothpaste on the toothbrush. Before she could put it in her mouth, she turned around and looked at him: "What do you say?"

Song Yu thought seriously: "If others have any requests, you will agree readily, without even thinking about them. You will generally reject the requests I make to you. Isn't this harsh on me?"

The electric toothbrush was buzzing, and Meng Jianwan didn't want to make the toothpaste foam fly, so he didn't answer his question. Two minutes later, Meng Jianwan rinsed the toothbrush, picked up a glass of water and rinsed his mouth, and then replied: "That depends on what the requirements are."

He also had the face to say that people's requests are usually mutual help between friends, and his requests are "When will you flip the brand?" "Did you flip the brand tonight?" "Do you see if I have the chance to be flipped?"

The two cannot be compared.

Meng Jianwan glanced at him sideways, sneered through his teeth, and gave him some color and he would be more and more eager.

The shooting time of MV is ten o'clock in the morning, in a local garden villa. Meng Jianwan had breakfast at home and watched Song Yu leave. He played with his cell phone for a while. He estimated that it was almost time to drive the pink supercar out.

The sky is clear and the spring is beautiful. Meng Jianwan opened the convertible and wore an oversized pair of sunglasses, covering most of his face, revealing his red lips and sharp jaw, which attracted many car owners along the way.

Missed the rush hour, the vehicles on the road were not so congested, and she drove fast and stopped outside a garden villa in less than half an hour.

The entire villa, including the front yard and the garden, was rented by the production team, and there were two staff members left at the door, and no one was allowed to enter.

Meng Jianwan lowered his car speed and was about to say hello. Perhaps someone had explained it in advance. Before she could speak, the staff wearing the work sign asked with a smile: "Is it Mrs. Song? Please come in."

The carved door slowly opened, Meng Jianwan chewed the gum and stepped on the accelerator and drove in.

The fountain pool in front is filming MV. The male singer is wearing a white shirt and black trousers. He is acting according to the designed plot. Next to it is a girl in a white skirt, surrounded by staff. The cameraman is sitting on the silver slide, and the pusher's huge camera is aimed at them. There is also the same camera at another angle.

Meng Jianwan raised his eyebrows, blew a bubble, and parked the car not far from them.

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Xiao Ba: When will Wanwan agree to every request I made?

Wanwan: You dream:)
Chapter completed!