Aunt Du also doubted whether Meng Jianwan and Song Yu had a conflict in the afternoon. She felt that they had a quarrel. When it was time for dinner, she completely dispelled this idea.

Song Xiaozheng and Liang Rushui went to a friend's party. There were only two people in the restaurant, Meng Jianwan and Song Yu. There were a few freshly cooked dishes on the table, and the fragrance was filled with fragrance.

It was getting hot, and Aunt Du mixed another cold dish to take it over. As soon as she came out of the kitchen, she saw Song Yu picking up the shrimps that Meng Jianwan liked to eat and feed them to her. The shrimp shells had been peeled, leaving only bright red and plump shrimp meat, covered with soup, which looked mouth-watering.

Meng Jianwan leaned back with disgust and turned his neck. Song Yu held the chopsticks and kept moving. Under his persistent eyes, she seemed helpless and had to open her mouth to bite.

Song Yu raised his eyebrows lightly, probably because he felt that there was no one at home, so he took advantage of Meng Jianwan's inattention and leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

Meng Jianwan was stunned for a moment, put down his chopsticks and pinched his waist, and Song Yu twisted his body to avoid it...

Aunt Du blushed when she saw it and coughed lightly as a reminder.

The two of them separated like an electric shock, sat upright, and their expressions returned to normal. After a few seconds, they looked at the source of the sound at the same time, as if nothing had happened.

Aunt Du smiled secretly, put the cold dish on the dining table, and without saying any extra words, she turned around and went to the kitchen.

Meng Jianwan kicked Song Yu under the table, raised his hand and rubbed his face: "Let you do whatever you want."

"It's not that Aunt Du has seen it." Song Yu lowered his eyes, picked up a piece of cold cucumber and put it in his mouth, refreshing and sour. He picked up another piece, "Wanwan, I remember you were not shy before, why are you embarrassed..."

Before he finished speaking, he was hit by a second kick. Song Yu shut up and had a quiet meal.

Meng Jianwan looked sideways and became honest with one beater. If he really couldn't beat him twice.

Until the two finished their meal, Song Xiaozheng and Liang Rushui had not returned yet. Song Yu called Liang Rushui. When they learned that they had not yet ended, he reminded him to be careful and hung up the phone.

Aunt Du prepared the fruit after meals, cut all kinds of fruits into small pieces and put them in a glass bowl. The two sat in the living room while watching TV while eating fruits. When Song Xiaozheng and Liang Rushui came back, they went upstairs.

Song Yu walked in front and saw the duffel bag that Meng Jianwan had not had time to clean up on the sofa in the bedroom. Suddenly, he remembered something forgotten.

"You said on the phone that you came back and brought me Hangzhou specialties. Where are your specialties?" He was confused by the "sweet dates" she gave him in the afternoon and did not remember this for a while.

Meng Jianwan walked slowly to the sofa, arched his body and opened the zipper of the duffel bag, fumbled in it for a while, took out a bottle of water and handed it to him.

Song Yu was stunned and said inexplicably: "What kind of specialty is this?"

Meng Jianwan: "The water of West Lake."

Song Yu: "..."

The water of West Lake is really a specialty that is so famous that it cannot be more famous. What is he going to do now? Is it a very touching expression to perform?

Forgive Song Yu's acting skills have not reached that level, and they are both ridiculous and sarcastic: "Is this the specialty you brought to me?"

Of course not.

Meng Jianwan took out the two sets of changing clothes from his luggage bag, took out a separate cloth bag, untied the tether of the cloth bag, took out two small iron boxes and handed them to him: "No, this time it's a real specialty."

Song Yu was familiar with this kind of iron box. He glanced at it and knew that it was filled with tea. He reached out to take it. It was indeed tea produced by a famous local tea house in Hangzhou.

He and Song Xiaozheng both like to drink tea. All kinds of famous teas, including rare teas, are collected at home, and the ones they usually send to relatives and friends are also very expensive tea.

The two small boxes of tea in his hand are not very rare among those teas, but he takes it extra seriously. It is rare for Meng Jianwan to buy this according to his preferences.

Seeing that he was in a daze, Meng Jianwan shook his hand in front of him and said perfunctorily: "I have brought the specialty products, don't mess with me anymore."

"...Well." Song Yu came back to his senses, holding a small iron box in one hand, touched it happily, making a clear sound, "It's so precious that I can't bear to drink it. If I pass it on to the next generation, I will say that this is the first gift your mother gave me back then."

Meng Jianwan: "????"

She was stunned for a while, raised a palm and asked him to stop. He was over-height, so she had to look at him slightly: "No, why is this the first gift I gave you? I haven't given you anything else before? I found that you not only like to silly, but also like to make up."

Song Yu was stunned for a moment, and after a while, he burst into laughter. His mood had never been so bright, and there was a smile that could not be dissipated from the corners of his eyebrows and eyes.

He didn't expect that Meng Jianwan's first reaction was to refute this. She did not refute the sentence "passed on to the next generation". Does that mean that she subconsciously did not reject the fact that she had a child with him?

Song Yu's mind was spinning quickly. Before she could react, she walked out of the bedroom with two boxes of tea and went to the study opposite.

Meng Jianwan realized that she was wrong after Song Yu left the room, but time could not go back and she could not take back what she said. The most important thing was that Song Yu escaped and she didn't even have a chance to argue.

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In early June, Su Can's band was arranged by Jiarui Entertainment to participate in a music variety show.

They received several months of training, alternating vocal and dance classes every day, and their hard work was even better than the trainees signed in the company.

The songs that Su Can wrote and arranged in the past have been modified and polished by the professional behind-the-scenes team. The company plans to wait for them to officially debut, these songs will be launched on the exclusive music platform, and of course he will have a considerable copyright fee.

Backstage of the show, Su Can and his teammates were styling in an independent dressing room.

This is their first public performance and will be broadcast on TV and video websites. Even if the stage experience is already quite rich, it is still inevitable to experience tension.

In the past, the stages of all sizes were informal, and there were not many audiences underneath. This time, there were not only professional judges sitting in the audience, but also thousands of viewers, not to mention how the audience who increased exponentially after the program was broadcast, how could they calm down?

The makeup mirror in front of me was covered with light bulbs, so bright that it could see all the subtle pores.

Fan Zhendong put his hands on his pants and rubbed them, muttering: "My palms are sweating." He saw Su Can sitting next to him in the mirror with a calm expression, "Brother, aren't you nervous?"

Before Su Can answered, the other two said that their heart was about to jump out. When they thought that several cameras were directed at them, they would shoot at all thirty-sixty degrees, and their legs began to shake.

Su Can lifted his eyes and looked at them from the mirror, pulling the corners of his lips and laughing: "Take a few more breaths, don't be nervous, just be calm."

The makeup on his face was almost done. Su Can took out his cell phone from his pants pocket, clicked on WeChat, saw the familiar avatar, and involuntarily clicked in.

His conversation with Liang Yuanyuan was still stuck when she said that a boy in the class was chasing her and asked him to help give her some advice. He gave him insincere suggestions, but she said she should consider it seriously.

Su Can quit WeChat and put the screen on the desktop.

"Mr. Su, please close your eyes. The makeup at the end of your eyes needs to be adjusted." The stylist looked at the mirror in front of him, looked at his face again, and finally decided to take off part of it. He had a handsome and clean face, and his eye makeup was too deep and seemed deliberate.

Su Can closed her eyes and felt a soft sponge brushing through the ends of her eyes, but her thoughts floated to the distance without realizing it.

Will Liang Yuanyuan come to watch his performance live?

Most of the audiences who came to the scene were fans of the mentors. The contestants participating in the show were basically newcomers, or half-old singers, and they didn't have much fan base. Those mentors were very famous, and he probably didn't have a good ticket to grab.

"alright."

The voice of the stylist came from his ears. Su Can opened his eyes and stared at himself in the mirror. He just put on light makeup, but he felt like he had changed his body and had reborn.

He was thinking about something, and he pushed her away repeatedly, just hoping that the farther away, the better?

Su Can, you are such a conflicted person. He said to the person in the mirror.

The stylist continued to adjust his hairstyle in front of the mirror. Su Can picked up his phone again and found that there was Liang Yuanyuan's avatar in his circle of friends.

He clicked and saw that Liang Yuanyuan posted a message three minutes ago.

【The final exam makes people bald.】

There are two pictures below, one of which is a photo taken by a mobile phone, and a wooden desk filled with textbooks and notebooks. On it, it uses colorful markers to draw key knowledge, and there are also markers next to it. The other picture is a bald bighead emoticon pack.

Su Can understand.

At this time, college students have to prepare for the final exam and have no time to watch any programs.

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Xiao Ba, don’t worry. At this time next year, your wife will give you a child as a gift. I will ask you if you are surprised or surprised.
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