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Chapter 197 You Can't Pity Xiangxiyu

Meng Jianwan had lunch and didn't stop at the Meng family for too long, so he drove home.

Song Yu didn't go to the company today, so he piled up all his work at home to handle it. When he went downstairs to pour a glass of water, his phone rang several WeChat prompts.

He stood by the bar, holding the cup in his hand and watching the message with his cell phone in his other hand.

The weather was clear, and several young masters came in and had an appointment to play basketball together in the basketball hall.

Yanbei's cousin opened a sports club with all kinds of ball venues. It is better to play basketball than sweating profusely in the gym.

Zhou Muyun happened to mention Song Yu and asked him if he wanted to go with him.

Song Yu still had some work to do and had to go abroad tomorrow. He refused his invitation and said that he would make an appointment with him if he had time to go back to China.

The group made an appointment with him lively. Song Yu glanced at him, curled his lips and smiled. As soon as he was about to put down his phone, he heard the movement of the car driving outside the door.

He looked surprised and raised his eyes and stared at the direction of the door. After waiting for about three minutes, the door opened from outside, Meng Jianwan's tall figure.

She came back so early?

Song Yu subconsciously looked at the time. It was less than two o'clock. He asked her when she would come back in the afternoon. She only said that she would not let him pick her up after driving, and did not answer the specific time.

Meng Jianwan was wearing a short T-shirt and high-waisted jeans. When she raised her hand to tie her hair, she accidentally exposed a thin white waist. As she lowered her hands, the whiteness disappeared.

She was not surprised at all when she saw Song Yu in the living room, and her eyes flashed faintly on his face.

Song Yu touched the tip of his nose. Why did he think she was a little unhappy? It could not be that he was messing with him?

Meng Jianwan took out a clean cup, took half a glass of water, drank it all in one breath, turned around and prepared to go upstairs, without any use of looking at him.

Song Yu was stunned, really angry?

He took two steps quickly to pull her wrist, his eyes drooped, his handsome face approached her and looked carefully. Meng Jianwan raised his eyes slightly, and unexpectedly met his face, with three-dimensional contours on his face, slightly raised his eyebrows, his nose bridge was upright, and his golden silk-edged glasses were placed on it, and his lips were slightly darker.

Meng Jianwan leaned back tactically and frowned and looked at him: "Is there something wrong with it? Suddenly I'm so close?"

Song Yu didn't see the reason and asked, "Who is upsetting you?"

"I know I'm unhappy, so I come up?" Meng Jianwan pushed him away.

Song Yu smiled: "It's not that I'm upsetting you."

"You're messing with me."

“…”

Song Yu couldn't help laughing when she heard her slightly coquettish tone: "No, you left early in the morning. I haven't seen you for the whole morning, so where did you mess with you?"

Meng Jianwan didn't say anything. Song Yu held her shoulders with both hands, lowered his eyebrows and stared at her eyes: "I guess, when you go home, your mother-in-law will definitely be around you to make you happy. That's the other person, the old lady or your sister?"

Meng Jianwan tickled irritably, and didn't think anything was there at first. When he mentioned it like this, her temper suddenly became up and she didn't want to say much to him.

Song Yu confirmed the answer the next second after her expression changed: "Your sister made you angry, you took my anger out of me."

Meng Jianwan: "If you know, still ask?"

Song Yu put his arms around and took the person into his arms: "Why am I so unlucky? It's okay if you bullied me, why do others' accounts have to be settled on me?"

Meng Jianwan really didn't want to continue this topic, so he patted his shoulder and signaled him to let go: "I'll take a nap, you can reflect on yourself."

Song Yu let go of his hand, watched her walk upstairs, shook his head and laughed.

He picked up the water cup from the bar, followed it upstairs, looked at the closed door in the bedroom, and did not go in to disturb her. He turned around and went to the study room, staying inside and working.

Meng Jianwan slept until sunset. The curtains in the room were so dark, but she didn't notice them at all. When she went downstairs, she heard the sound of talking in the living room.

Liang Rushui, who had returned from shopping, was talking to Song Xiaozheng. When he saw Meng Jianwan's figure, Liang Rushui stopped talking and waved to her with a smile: "Come here quickly, I'll buy you clothes."

Meng Jianwan just woke up and felt a little dizzy. He walked over as he said, and saw Liang Rushui picking out a white skirt from the paper bag and saying happily: "When I was shopping, I fell in love with this skirt at a glance through the window. It is just right for a girl of your age. Go and try it."

Meng Jianwan said "ah" and narrowed his black eyes slightly at the skirt.

She wanted to say that she actually doesn't like wearing skirts very much in daily life and feels that it's too cumbersome to mobility. Maybe Liang Rushui didn't refuse to wear skirts to attend events, so she prepared the skirt.

When Meng Jianwan said that when he met Liang Rushui's anticipated gaze, he said something that Meng Jianwan refused so smoothly: "I...I will change it later."

Song Xiaozheng kept the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law talking, and got up and went to the study to handle some trivial matters.

Liang Rushui was in high spirits and took her hand to look at her figure: "I don't know how big you wear. I look at what I bought, so you can try it. If the size is wrong, you can change it now."

Meng Jianwan pursed her lips and looked at the ceiling. When she was living in the Meng family, Mei Sixiu had a great pleasure in coaxing her to wear a skirt. Unexpectedly, she could not escape this even when she went to her husband's house.

"Okay, I'll go up and change now."

Meng Jianwan squeezed out a smile on the corner of his lips and went upstairs with his skirt.

Liang Rushui looked at her back, smiled with satisfaction, and sat on the sofa waiting quietly for Meng Jianwan.

The mother who gave birth to a son did not fantasize about having a daughter, and she was no exception. Fortunately, she had a daughter-in-law early, which made up for the shortcomings.

As time went by, she felt more and more that Meng Jianwan was compatible with her family Song Yu, so she managed him to obey. She went home as soon as she finished her work, and she didn't have a job and didn't go out to spend time.

Although Meng Jianwan does not have a good lady style, her value is truthfulness and frankness. She is like this. She never goes around. As long as she spends time with her, she will not dislike her.

Liang Rushui held his face and sighed that he didn't know what good things his son did in his previous life...

Meng Jianwan changed his clothes in the room, tidied up awkwardly in front of the mirror for a while, took a deep breath, and walked out of the room with his slippers.

Just at this moment, the door of the study opposite opened. Song Yu finished his work and stretched out his arms to walk out. He was stunned by the scene in front of him.

Meng Jianwan was wearing a one-shoulder white dress, with long and soft neck, two straight collarbones and snow-white and round shoulders exposed to the air, and a thin chain around her neck was a gift that Liang Rushui gave her.

He has a bright appearance and is not inconsistent in a white and flawless skirt, but it is just right.

Her long hair was draped over her shoulders, raised her hand and hugged her hair to the back of her head, turned her head to look at him: "Mom asked me to wear it, tell her and let her spare me."

Song Yu pursed the corner of his lower lip and silently adjusted his disorganized breathing. The tips of his eyes raised a little curve. His narrow eyes were beautiful and bright, and he said in a low voice: "It's very beautiful."

"Um?"

"I said, you are dressing beautifully." Song Yu raised his voice and repeated it. After saying that, he felt something was wrong and changed his mouth, "It's not that the skirt is beautiful, it's that you are beautiful."

Meng Jianwan gritted his teeth and reached out to twist his ear: "Did you hear what I just said?"

Song Yu turned his head: "Don't you like it?"

Meng Jianwan: "I don't like to wear skirts, don't you know?"

"I know, but my mother is also kind-hearted. She treats you as her daughter. She has long wanted to buy this and that for you, but she is afraid that you don't like it, so she has been holding it down. She finally picked a skirt for you. If you say you don't like it, how uncomfortable she feels?" Song Yu said, "Why do you want to just give it a moment?"

Meng Jianwan paused for a few seconds, let go of his hand, thought carefully for a few seconds, and said, "What if I say I like it, what if she buys me a skirt every day in the future?"

"Then keep it and wear it slowly."

"If you wear it, I'll tell my mom that I like it."

“…”

Song Yu smiled with his lips pursed. She really would give him a problem. After a moment of silence, he put his hand on her waist and took her downstairs: "I won't say anything else for now, let her take a look first."

The sound of footsteps came from behind. Liang Rushui was drinking tea. He couldn't wait to turn his head and saw the figures of the two. Song Yu followed Meng Jianwan in a regular manner.

Liang Rushui became more and more satisfied with her eyes. She kept saying that she was so beautiful. Her eyes moved up and she met Meng Jianwan's eyes and asked, "Is the size suitable?"

Meng Jianwan: "…suitable."

"I just said that my vision is not bad, it's really suitable. You have white skin, beautiful clothes, fashionable styles, and not too conservative." Liang Rushui's face was rosy, and she looked really happy. "Of course, Wanwan is beautiful and looks good in everything she wears."

Meng Jianwan had an unknown premonition in her heart. Her performance was exactly the same as when Mei Sixiu saw her wearing a beautiful little skirt. From then on, she was out of control. The wardrobe was filled with all kinds of small skirts. She wanted her to wear it out and try it when she took the opportunity.

Meng Jianwan looked at Song Yu with a squinted look, and the latter turned his eyes away and pretended not to receive her cues.

Liang Rushui held a cup of flower tea and suddenly remembered something and asked, "Do you want to go abroad for vacation tomorrow?"

Song Yu said "yes", took Meng Jianwan's hand and sat on the sofa, saying casually: "There are some work problems that need to go to the UK, so I happened to take Wanwan over and have fun."

"That's right. No matter how much work is, don't forget to relax. The combination of work and rest is the most important thing." Liang Rushui looked at Meng Jianwan and smiled, "This skirt is suitable for going on vacation, and it should be very beautiful to take photos."

Meng Jianwan just smiled and didn't reply.

Liang Rushui drank a cup of tea and took the shopping bags piled on the coffee table and returned to the room to settle. There were only two people in the living room. Meng Jianwan was about to get up and go back to the room to change his clothes, but Song Yu grabbed his hand tightly and did not let go.

Song Yu whispered in her ear: "Mom is right, she is really beautiful, I like it..."

Before he finished speaking, someone pinched his waist, causing the rest of his words to break in his throat. His eyelids trembled, and it was a long time ago.

Song Yu hissed twice, and this time Meng Jianwan used his ruthless force: "I guess you pinched Zi." He rubbed the place where she pinched, and the pain was clear, "You really don't care about the fragrance and jade."

"..." Meng Jianwan was impressed by his shamelessness, "Or what if you pinch it back?"

Isn't he the best way to hold grudges? Last time she drew a watch on his wrist with a marker that she couldn't wash away. He turned around and found the place, holding the same pen to write his name on her chest.

Song Yu looked at her, wondering what he thought of, his eyes drooped and his muffled laughter.

Meng Jianwan didn't understand what it meant to laugh suddenly, but her intuition wouldn't be a good thing, but she was curious: "Why are you laughing?"

Song Yu leaned against the backrest of the sofa, smiling without saying a word, for fear that he would bring another blow to him.

But if you don’t say it, you will still be beaten. Meng Jianwan pinched his ear: “Do you say it or not?”

Song Yu raised his hand to surrender, his eyebrows were smiling, and his voice was gentle like spring breeze: "You say yes first, I said you are not allowed to be angry."

Meng Jianwan said calmly: "You said, I'm not angry."

Song Yu knew that she would do what she said, and he still had this trust, so he cleared his throat, his voice was extremely low, and he whispered in her ear.

As expected, Meng Jianwan knew that he would not pretend to be good in his mind when he smiled like that!

Seeing that she was about to be angry, Song Yu hugged the person and quickly said to her: "I promised not to be angry."

Meng Jianwan was hugged by him, and her head was forced to be pressed against his chest. There was a faint fragrance on his body, a smell that could not be described. Through a layer of soft home clothes, she could feel the warm body temperature and the heartbeat that hit her ears one by one.

She closed her eyes and raised her head slightly. What caught her eye was the man's clear jaw, and the slightly convex Adam's apple underneath, which happened to roll lightly.

Meng Jianwan pinched his jaw with two fingers and cursed the dog man.

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When a single dog dies, no couple is innocent.

Xiao Ba: It's nothing to do with me...
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