The driver changed the route halfway according to the address given by Song Yu, bypassed the way back to the hotel, and turned to the winery he mentioned.

Song Yu was not sure whether Meng Jianwan would agree in advance, so he did not say hello to his friend in advance. He only contacted his friend once on the day he came to the UK. At that time, he said that he would visit him if he had time.

Worried that they were not going to go, my friend didn't have time to prepare, so he sat in the car and called the other side, explaining the situation with a smile on his tone.

Meng Jianwan heard Song Yu communicate with the person on the phone in Chinese, and guessed that his friend was not a native of the UK, so he raised his eyebrows.

When a friend learned that Song Yu was going to bring his wife, he agreed and invited them to stay for dinner.

Song Yu agreed to Meng Jianwan, and said sorry to the person on the other side of the phone, covering his cell phone receiver and whispered to Meng Jianwan: "He leaves us for dinner, can you?"

Meng Jianwan looked at him sideways, and Song Yu immediately said, "It doesn't matter if you don't agree. He is my classmate studying in the United States. I haven't seen you for a long time and I'm a little enthusiastic."

Meng Jianwan: "I have no problem."

Song Yu smiled, let go of his hand covering the receiver, raised his phone and attached it to his ear, and said with a smile: "Then it's better to obey your orders than respect."

Meng Jianwan watched him hung up the phone, kicked his phone back into his pocket, and took her hand to hold her hand, adding a little gentleness to her eyebrows and eyes, and his voice was very light: "The place is a bit far away, do you want to sleep for a while? Haven't you had a rest?"

Meng Jianwan glanced at him and dared to mention this matter...

As soon as she thought, she suddenly sat upright, her back was as straight as a bamboo pole, and her eyes widened. Song Yu was a little nervous by her sudden actions and asked, "What's wrong?"

Meng Jianwan frowned, looking like she wanted to lose her temper again. She covered the marks on her neck: "I won't go." If he hadn't mentioned that he hadn't had a good rest, she would have forgotten the strings of kiss marks on her neck.

Song Yu: "..."

"I won't go, I won't go." Meng Jianwan made up his mind completely, and his tone was indescribable.

"I have already told my friend that he is probably preparing now. Isn't it good to say no to go?" Song Yu pulled her collar up and spoke carefully, "You can't see it if you cover it like this. The sun is strong in the afternoon. If you cover it tightly, just treat it as sun protection."

Meng Jianwan closed his eyes and thought to himself that he would find a reason.

"Next time, you'll wait and find a fight." She pinched the zipper lock and pulled it up to the top. This time it was really covered without leaving any gaps. In addition, the long hair dispersed was blocking it, so she could not see anything.

Song Yu didn't say anything. Meng Jianwan half opened his eyes and looked at him slantedly. Song Yu relied on the driver in front of him that he couldn't understand Chinese and said in a voice: "Sometimes I can't control it."

“…”

Meng Jianwan squeezed out a few creases between his eyebrows and cursed quietly, "What kind of virtue?"

Song Yu lowered his eyes, holding her hand but not letting go. He kneaded for a while, feeling her delicate and tender back of her hand, and said illogical: "I couldn't bear to let go when I kissed you, so the traces I made were like that..."

Meng Jianwan had goose bumps all over his body, and he leaned over to cover his mouth. What was wrong with him? There was a third person saying something about tigers and wolfs in broad daylight.

Song Yu was covered by her mouth and nose, and she couldn't breathe, and her long and narrow eyes blinked. Seeing that he shut up, Meng Jianwan took his hand.

Song Yu took a deep breath, knew what she was worried about, and said frankly: "The driver doesn't understand Chinese, and he doesn't know what I'm talking about."

Meng Jianwan: "Is this the reason why you say slutty?"

Song Yu pursed his lips to avoid making her angry again, and said submissively: "I won't say it."

Meng Jianwan took away the hand that he had been holding in his hand, stayed away from him, sat next to the car door, rested with his head on the back of the seat with his eyes closed.

Song Yu turned his head to look at her. Seeing that she hugged her arms and closed her eyes while sleeping, she did not raise any other topics and let her rest.

Meng Jianwan did not have a good rest last night. He closed his eyes and felt the warm sunshine pouring into the car. It was not too dazzling. He only felt warm all over his body. He felt dizzy after not long after, and his sleepiness came without warning. It might be that the road was really far away. The car was driving steadily, far away from the downtown area. Apart from the sound of tires rolling on the road, there was no noisy whistle. Meng Jianwan fell asleep unknowingly.

The winery is indeed far away, and it took two hours to get there.

As soon as the car stopped, Song Yu saw a tall figure walking out from inside. The young man stood at the door of the winery and waited for a while but no one came down. He walked up with curiosity and knocked on the window glass.

Two dong dong sounds woke Meng Jianwan from his sleep.

She opened her sleepy eyes and met Song Yu's smiling eyes: "Get out of the car, we're here."

Meng Jianwan turned his head and looked out the car window. The tall buildings disappeared. What caught his eye was the endless flat land, and there was a hotel-model manor connected not far away.

She rubbed her eyes, shook her slightly drowsy head, pushed open the car door and got out of the car, and saw a tall man standing next to the car, wearing glasses, but only frameless glasses. She was not as gentle and scum as Song Yu, but like a gentle and elegant teacher.

The man was wearing a light gray shirt, with his sleeves rolled up high and fixed them with silver sleeves, revealing his wheat-colored arms. The smile on his face was shaking in the sun, and he could tell that he was a passionate person.

The two big men haven't seen each other for a long time. While patting each other's arms and greetings, Song Yu turned his eyes to the one standing aside, and took her hand to introduce him to her: "This is my friend Hua Yuanjia, and also my college classmate." He turned to Hua Yuanjia and introduced him, "This is my wife Meng Jianwan."

Meng Jianwan raised her eyebrows slightly, as if it was the first time that Song Yu had introduced her to his friends so formally. Unlike Zhao Yichen and others, they were all in the same circle. They knew her early in the morning, and even if it was the first time they met, they didn't need a special introduction.

Hua Yuanjia smiled and nodded to Meng Jianwan, saying in a less standard Chinese: "Hello, sister-in-law."

Finally, he heard the satisfactory title, Meng Jianwan did not smile stingyly and bent his lips slightly: "Hello."

Hua Yuanjia turned his head and clenched his fist and beat Song Yu's chest, teasing, "When did you get married, why didn't you invite me? I was really shocked when I heard you were going to bring my wife over on the phone."

Song Yu glanced at Meng Jianwan: "We have obtained the marriage certificate and have not held the wedding yet. I will invite you then. You can prepare the share money in advance."

Hua Yuanjia: "That's certain."

In the following time, Hua Yuanjia led them to visit the winery. The wine cellar filled with wooden barrels was full of fermented aromas, and there was also a dazzling wine storage room, which were labeled and arranged according to the year. The red wine produced in the same year also had advantages and disadvantages, and the wine made from the illuminated grapes naturally tasted good.

Meng Jianwan was interested in these things and listened seriously, and his eyes passed through the grid on the wine cabinet one by one. In comparison, the wine cabinet in Song Yu's apartment was nothing.

Hua Yuanjia also saw that Meng Jianwan was in high spirits and said with a smile: "Sister-in-law, don't be polite if you like to drink. Just choose whatever you want and treat it as a wedding gift for you."

Song Yu put his arm around Meng Jianwan's shoulders, looked at Hua Yuanjia, and nodded in admiration: "Your gift is given to your sister-in-law."

Meng Jianwan pushed him with his elbow, making him restrain himself a little.

Hua Yuanjia tsk twice, as if he was blinded: "Song Yu, you are not like this in the college. The blonde and blue-eyed school beauty chased you for a semester and you didn't have a meal with them, which made them sad to transfer to school."

Song Yu made a move to repair him: "What are you talking nonsense in front of my wife? They transferred to school because they wanted to immigrate. What does it have to do with me?"

Meng Jianwan's gaze was withdrawn from the red wine and turned to Song Yu, with a meaningful look, repeating what Hua Yuanjia had just said: "Blonde and blue-eyed school beauty?"

Hua Yuanjia: "Yes, at that time, Song Yu couldn't live in school and lived at his aunt's house. The school beauty blocked him on the road he had to go to school every day, sent breakfast and notes, and confessed her love every now and then..."

"Are you finished?" Although Song Yu felt that there was nothing worth talking about this, he was not sure if Meng Jianwan would be angry.

However, after hearing this, Meng Jianwan just smiled lightly, and didn't care. He began to carefully select red wine in a blink of an eye.

Song Yu felt a little conflicted and a little frustrated. He was afraid that she would get angry, but also hoped that she would care. Finally, he was full of thought and sighed silently.

Meng Jianwan picked up the red wine, and Hua Yuanjia asked them to go out for a walk, and he personally took out the packaging box for her to pack.

The two walked out of the wine storage room, stood in the corridor, holding the wooden railings, looking at the large vineyard outside the winery, and planned to go there for a while. Meng Jianwan knocked his fingers on the railing, and was lazy, turning his back to the railing in a direction, putting his hands in his pockets, squinting his eyes and enjoying the feeling of the wind blowing on his face.

Song Yu hit her shoulder: "Don't you mind?"

"What do you mind?" He said without any conclusion, and Meng Jianwan was stunned for a moment.

"What Hua Yuanjia said."

"What do you think about this? People say that the school beauty chased you for a semester but she didn't get it." Meng Jianwan bent the corner of his lower lip and found it funny, "As you say that, the person chasing me can't count both hands. Do you mind?"

"mind."

“…”

Meng Jianwan was choked for a while and couldn't speak. After a while, he remembered to refute: "Then your mind is really as small as the tip of a needle."

Song Yu withdrew his gaze, walked up to her, and supported his hands on the railings on both sides of her body. He looked like he was holding her in his arms, his eyes fixed on her face for a moment: "If you love you, I am so cautious. I don't want to share all of you with other men, including those pasts that seem irrelevant to you. I said I mind, not those men chasing you, but just those time they have occupied your time, like Xu Zhan, I will never be able to grab the time he has accompanied you, I can only try my best to make up for it."

Meng Jianwan opened his mouth. He suddenly felt so affectionate that she had nothing to say, and the momentum that had just refuted him no longer existed.

She felt a little hot, maybe the sunlight outside was too strong, she was covered too tightly, and Song Yu was holding her in her arms too closely.

Meng Jianwan leaned his head, his tone did not fluctuate: "What do you want me to do?"

Song Yu smiled and said softly: "I didn't want you to do anything. If you have to make a request, it would be too much for you to care for me."

Meng Jianwan said "ah", twisted his index finger and thumb, and said in a tone: "How painful it hurts you... Does it hurt enough? Child, does it hurt enough?"

“…”

Song Yu covered his arms and rubbed the place where she pinched her, and said softly: "I haven't made any request to make you love me more. You won't agree if it just hurts me..."

He paused suddenly, staring at her deeply, and a light flashed in his mind. Although it disappeared quickly, he still grabbed it: "I got drunk the night before yesterday. Have you ever confessed to you and said I love you?"

He was not sure whether the picture that just flashed through his mind was the real situation after getting drunk or the dream he had had at night after drinking too much.

Meng Jianwan didn't expect that he was still struggling with getting drunk, but he was right. He did confess that night, rubbing her neck in a daze, saying that he loved her.

He hadn't said this before, she had known it a long time ago.

Meng Jianwan: "Well, you said it."

Song Yu opened his eyes wide and actually said, not a dream: "Then how did you answer at that time?"

"I said, I love you-" Meng Jianwan paused after saying that, and indeed, seeing his stunned expression, it was an extremely incredible expression. She smiled, "That's strange."

The fireworks in Song Yu's eyes went out before they even started to ignite, and he lowered his eyes: "Oh, I know."

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Brother Hua: I work hard inside to package red wine, you are talking about love outside???
Chapter completed!