Song Yu did not ask someone to remove Meng Jianwan from the content on Weibo.

He did not deny that the comments of some netizens made him depressed, and with his mind he would not get angry, and he had no need to have a good understanding of him, a person who could hold a beautiful woman.

No matter how powerful those people shouted, they could only appreciate Meng Jianwan through the network cable. He was different. He could see her, hug her, even kiss her, sleep with her, or even have more intimate things.

Song Yu comforted himself and ignored him at all. He silently saved the beautiful photos, made tablet wallpaper, mobile phone wallpaper, computer wallpaper, and wanted to wash it out and frame it on his desk.

Afterwards, Xie Yong got the tablet and found that his original Japanese landscape was replaced by the bright and charming photo of Meng Jianwan sitting in the rest area drinking water. He was stunned for a long time.

President, this is my tablet, not yours...

Meng Jianwan hardly reads Weibo. The last time she was on the hot search was that she was reminded by Liang Yuanyuan. This time, after the afternoon race, she only realized when she heard the racers discussing with her fellow racers.

During the break of supper, she opened Weibo and glanced a few times, saved a few photos and then exited.

Not to mention anything else, the photos are really beautiful.

Whether it is the tone or the composition layout, it is very pleasing to the eye. The most important thing is that it is high-definition enough that even the sweat beads on the face can be clearly seen.

Meng Jianwan didn’t know that this was a photo taken by a professional station sister, and the quality was of course high.

During the three days of the competition, Song Yu did not take the initiative to contact Meng Jianwan, and did not even say a greeting like "Have you eaten?", and interpreted his image of "resentful husband" quite well.

Even though the news that Meng Jiannan won the championship spread online, he did not say a word of congratulations.

"Sister Meng, congratulations, come back to invite me to dinner."

Gou Sheng saw the news online and sent a WeChat message to congratulate him. Immediately afterwards, Wei Canyang, Gan Xingye, and Zhong Cheng both sent congratulatory messages.

Meng Jianwan was too lazy to reply one by one, so he replied in the group.

At night, Zhao Yichen and the others also heard about it. As if they were discussing in advance, they sent a unanimous congratulations: "Congratulations to brothers and sisters for winning the championship!"

If we don’t mention the word “brother and sister”, Meng Jianwan might be able to reply with a thank you.

After waiting for half an hour, Song Yu still didn't send a word, so she put away her cell phone, changed her clothes and left the hotel room.

She had a dinner party in the evening, which was a gathering of friends in the racing circle. She was also this group of people in Shenzhen last time, and this time she met again.

According to the rules, Meng Jianwan, the champion, had to treat him, but she did not refuse and stopped a taxi from the hotel gate to the party location.

She was not lucky, and by chance she met a novice driver who refused to recognize the way and arrived at the place more than twenty minutes later than the agreed time.

Meng Jianwan stepped into the private room and Qi Yi, who was sitting by the door, saw her for the first time. He stood up and raised the wine on the table, and sang: "The champion is late. The old rules are fined three glasses of wine!"

Everyone who knew everyone was there, Song Dongli was there, and the rest of the people were cheering: "The rules cannot be broken, so you will be punished for wine."

Meng Jianwan laughed in silence: "What's the hurry? I didn't say I won't drink it. I just had three glasses of wine. I still remained calm when I got three glasses."

As soon as he finished speaking, there were cheers in the private room.

They had seen Meng Jianwan's spirit and admired him very much, so they did not play with the trick of pitying Xiangxiyu. They brought three wine glasses and poured them all over.

Meng Jianwan walked over and drank the wine glass on the table in one sip. The remaining two glasses were the same. In the blink of an eye, she drank three glasses of wine, and she seemed to be fine.

"Okay, order food." Meng Jianwan sat down with the only empty seat.

A moment later, the waiter came in and asked them to order food with the menu. Everyone here knew that Meng Jianwan was not short of money and was not polite to her, so he was not rude to order food.

When we waited for the meal, we chatted about the daytime competition, and we couldn't help but praise Meng Jianwan's greatness. As the one who was the first to "chasing away", she suppressed the car behind her tightly. It was difficult to chase the car afterwards, let alone surpassing her floating movement, even copying.

As a racer, everyone knows the rules. Chasing a car afterwards must copy the movements of the car in front and always ensure the coherence of drifts to win.

Meng Jianwan waved his hand: "It's just luck, I'll just praise you."

She was not humble, and compared the racer she had compared to the racer she "chased" on the track. She had watched his race video before, and she was very good at it. She couldn't find any mistakes in "single" or "chasing away". She was very perfect in floating movement.

I don't know what happened, but he may be in poor form today, and has been suppressed by her, and has not entered the inside position, losing the last game, allowing her to win by chance.

After waiting for a while, the dishes we ordered were served, the conversation was less, the movements of the meal became louder, and the atmosphere was pleasant.

Meng Jianwan's cell phone rang. She stopped the chopsticks and picked them up. It was a congratulation sent by another friend, and also said a joke about treating guests to dinner when she had time.

Meng Jianwan frowned and twitched.

Song Yu is quite arrogant and has no word yet. She is so mean. She is so mean, so she said she will bring him specialties and bring him a bottle of West Lake water to feed him.

Meng Jianwan threw his cell phone on the table, picked up chopsticks and picked up a large piece of beef and put it into a bowl.

Song Dongli happened to sit on her left hand. Seeing this, she asked a little more: "What happened? I think you are in a bad mood."

Meng Jianwan was angry and said in a faint tone: "It's okay, I'm angry with a dog."

Song Dongli was stunned.

After a while, he seemed to have come back to his taste and felt that the "dog" in her mouth might refer to someone. He silently picked up the wine glass in front of him, took a sip of the wine, shook his head and chuckled.

Meng Jianwan was gnawing on the meat and listened to them discussing the next D1 drifting match. He didn't interrupt. Someone suddenly mentioned her: "Sister Meng, will you still make an appointment for the next stop?"

"It's not sure now, it depends on the situation." Meng Jianwan gave a vague answer.

"Oh, that's it."

"Sister Meng is still Mrs. Song, so it's already great to be able to attend this Hangzhou station. Do you still expect her to attend every stop? Besides, with Sister Meng here, your dream of winning will be stranded."

Laughing.

Meng Jianwan laughed twice: "Why, discriminate against married people?"

The person who spoke quickly waved his hand: "I dare not, I dare not, we Sister Meng is not only the champion on the field, but also the one who is the master of the family at home."

The flattery was quite smooth. Meng Jianwan glanced at him and didn't answer.

When the dinner was about to end, everyone moved closer to the middle and took a panoramic photo. Meng Jianwan was in the middle, and the surrounding racers all gave thumbs up and looked like they were surrounded.

Meng Jianwan looked at the photos they posted in the group and posted a random message of Moments, as simple and crude as ever, without any text.

Song Yu browsed this circle of friends before going to bed.

He clicked on the photo, and his two fingers pulled the screen and kept zooming in, staring at the person in the middle. She had the same cold expression as in all the photos, revealing a little bit of a stranger's aura, but there were men around her.

Song Yu turned off his phone, raised his hand and threw it on the table, pulled the quilt and lay down. Looking at the empty position beside him, he was extremely depressed.

Why did he think about educating Meng Jianwan? Is he educating her? He is obviously torture himself.

He was so casual and casual, with a bunch of men around him, and the young and handsome male star. He was so angry that he was holding the quilt alone here, which was really not worth the loss.

Song Yu was struggling for a while, turned over and sat up, picked up the cell phone on the table and typed it.

"When will you fly tomorrow?"

After waiting for five minutes, there was no reply to the message. Song Yu stared at his phone, his eyes seemed to turn into sharp arrows, poking several holes into the screen.

Meng Jianwan wouldn't have eaten and drunk with those men and never returned to the hotel? He didn't care about her for a day, and she let herself go and forgot that she had a husband? Did she drink a lot of alcohol again and feel excited, if someone mistakenly recognizes him...

Song Yu didn't dare to think about it, so he made a quick decision and called Meng Jianwan.

After about five seconds of ringing, the phone was connected. Noisy sound came from over there. Accompanied by music with a strong sense of rhythm, Song Yu rubbed his forehead: "Where are you?"

Meng Jianwan covered his other ear and said loudly: "In the bar."

The group of them did not drink enough in the restaurant, so they moved to the bar to continue drinking. At this moment, the glass tea table was filled with wine glasses, densely packed. It seemed that there was no competition on the field and they had to compete at the table.

Song Yu frowned and said, "How much have you drunk?"

Meng Jianwan walked through the crowded aisle and found a slightly quiet place, saying, "I didn't drink much, I only had two bottles in full."

"Two, two bottles are still called to drink much?" Song Yu said angrily, "Meng Jianwan, hurry up and go back, do you hear it?"

Meng Jianwan leaned against the wall, looking at the colorful beams on the stage, DJ beat the disc quickly. She picked her lips and smiled: "Aren't you not talking to me? What do you care about me?"

"When will I stop talking to you?" Song Yu stubbornly said.

"I'm dead, I'll play for a while and then go back."

“…Go back now.”

"knew."

Before Meng Jianwan could wait for him to hang up the phone, he walked back as he came. The group of people had already started drinking, and there were still many tricks.

Song Dongli is in a special situation. She will fly to the film and television city to film tomorrow, but she will not come to the bar. Meng Jianwan stood by the table, picked up the glass of wine closest to him, and drank it all with his neck.

"Hey, wait a moment." Qi Yi next to him stopped her, "Sister Meng, what's wrong with you? We lost to play games before drinking, why do you drink as soon as you come up?"

Meng Jianwan laughed, picked up the second glass of wine and drank it, followed by the third glass: "I'm sorry, I've left in advance and come back to meet again."

"Ah? We..."

Meng Jianwan made a gesture to stop his unfinished words: "The money for wine is mine. I'll go to check out. Drink whatever I want. I'll pay more. Don't let my money go to waste."

Meng Jianwan waved his hand and went directly to the counter. In addition to the cost of the wine ordered, she gave an additional few thousand. If they ordered another wine, they would deduct it from the money, and the excess would be considered as tips.

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Chapter completed!