Meng Jianwan didn't wander in the vineyard for too long. It took nearly two hours to drive back to the hotel in the city center, so it would be better to leave as soon as possible.

Hua Yuanjia originally prepared a room for them in the manor, and wanted to take Song Yu to talk more about business matters, but seeing that they were determined to leave, he kept it for a few words but did not insist anymore and sent them to the door of the manor.

Meng Jianwan sat in the back seat of the car, and Song Yu stood beside the car and said goodbye to Hua Yuanjia: "Just send it here. I will get together again if I have the chance in the future. I hope you are not alone when I meet next time."

"Go to you." Hua Yuanjia punched him. This was his second time today to hit Song Yu. Who made him deserve such a beating? "I know you have a wife, so don't keep showing off."

Song Yu pursed his lips and chuckled, and his punch returned him, his voice with the calmness of the people who came over: "To be honest, it's good to find someone to settle down early."

"Okay, okay, you go quickly, don't let my sister-in-law wait in a hurry." Hua Yuanjia didn't want to communicate with him about his relationship, so he turned to look at Meng Jianwan in the car, and sang, "Sister-in-law, see you back."

Meng Jianwan had a good impression of him and nodded slightly with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Hua Yuanjia withdrew his gaze and looked at Song Yu again: "Don't forget to send me an invitation when you get married, I will definitely give you a big red envelope."

Song Yu: "Okay."

It was getting late, the sunset in the sky dissipated, the night fell, and the sky appeared a dark blue color, which became completely dark after a while.

Song Yu did not waste any more time. He arched his body into the car, closed the door, and waved to the person outside the window, so that he would not have to see him off again.

Hua Yuanjia stood at the door of the manor, watching the black car disappear into the night before slowly turning around and walking in happily.

The car was silent, and Meng Jianwan leaned back on the back of the seat: "You are quite interesting, your friend."

"Yeah." Song Yuli lied to his cuffs, put down his rolled-up sleeves, and buttoned up his cufflinks. "He is one year younger than me. I always covered him when I was in school. He had no other brothers at home. He always regarded me as his eldest brother. He was very enthusiastic and polite."

Meng Jianwan looked at him sideways and seemed to have a deeper understanding of him.

Song Yu raised his eyes and looked at her in the darker car. His eyes gradually became a smile, and his tone was curious: "Why did you suddenly look at me like this?"

Meng Jianwan withdrew his gaze, pressed his finger to the side of his head, and his voice faintly: "Nothing."

Perhaps because in the imperial capital, those people said "Xiao Ba" one by one and suddenly saw someone calling him brother in such a respectful tone. She was a little uncomfortable and aroused her curiosity about Song Yu when she was a student.

Hua Yuanjia said a lot about Song Yu's school days. She listened with the mentality of listening to stories. Now, when she thinks about it carefully, it is all Song Yu's past, which she has never understood. Looking back at what Song Yu said to her in the corridor in the afternoon, she couldn't help but feel a little strange in her heart.

Only when you like someone will you want to understand everything, including those irrelevant pasts?

Meng Jianwan shook his head, threw away an orange that had been holding in his hand, peeled the orange peel in a few seconds, and opened it a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

Song Yu pressed her arms against her shoulders. Before he could speak, Meng Jianwan knew what he was going to say, so he broke off a petal and fed it into his mouth.

I had never seen him like to eat fruits before, but now he doesn't care what she eats, and whenever he sees it, he comes over and wants to taste it.

Song Yu held the orange in his mouth and ate it bite by bit, just like what he said in the vineyard at that time: "It's very sweet."

Meng Jianwan simply broke half of the orange and handed it to him, asking him to eat it himself, but he didn't reach out to take it. She knew what he meant, and said angrily: "It's almost done, don't be too tempted."

She had tolerated him for how long she had dared to take Joe.

"I didn't think about getting more and more arrogant, I just didn't want to eat anymore, you eat." Song Yu liked her frowning and teaching people a lesson. She felt like she was making a fuss, bright and vivid, which made him feel very interesting.

She wouldn't do this in front of outsiders. She vented her temper on the spot. How could she use her Jiaojiao voice to warn him not to be too arrogant?

Song Yu lowered his eyes, watched her stuff two oranges into her mouth at once, and sighed silently. He was too satisfied, and he felt happy just like this.

Meng Jianwan finished eating the oranges and pulled down the zipper of her coat for breathing. She covered her tightly in such hot weather and didn't even take off her coat while eating, which was really difficult for her.

"Do you have a job tomorrow?" Meng Jianwan fiddled the hair in his collar aside and asked casually.

She remembered that Hua Yuanjia wanted him to stay overnight in the afternoon and then find a few friends to party. He refused without hesitation. She could only guess that he had a job tomorrow.

"It's not a big deal." Song Yu helped her hook out a few strands of hair that had not been made, and his hand was slid over in this position, putting it on the back of the chair behind her neck, as if holding her in her arms, and said softly, "I'll take you to the horse farm tomorrow, will you ride a horse?"

Meng Jianwan was slightly stunned. Unexpectedly, he thought for a while for her sake, and answered truthfully: "No, I haven't tried it, but I think it shouldn't be difficult."

It is worthy of being Sister Meng. When others hear that they want to ride a horse, they will probably be subconsciously scared. She has a calm expression and a faint excitement, and she wishes she can try it out.

Song Yu knew she would like these exciting projects: "Get a good rest tonight, take you there tomorrow morning, we will go to jump an umbrella in the afternoon, and I will book a revolving restaurant in the evening."

Meng Jianwan turned his head and looked at her, as if he couldn't believe it. Why did he like her every arrangement, which made her want to try it out.

Yesterday's hot spring trip was a little annoyed that he was not in control in bed, but in general, she was very satisfied. It also made her feel comfortable when visiting the winery today, and he also said that he learned to ride horses and skydiving.

Song Yu stared at her eyes, and the tips of her eyes slightly raised: "Hmm?"

"You...how do you know that I like to play these?" Meng Jianwan asked.

"How can I not understand you?" Song Yu said with a little pride, "If you let you visit those famous tourist attractions like ordinary tourists, you will definitely not be willing to walk a single step."

Meng Jianwan was speechless.

He was right. Before coming, she was not interested in this trip. She even thought that if Song Yu was busy with work, she would lie in the hotel to play games and watch movies.

Song Yu leaned against her shoulder, and the tall one insisted on pretending to be a bird and rubbed towards Meng Jianwan's shoulder: "It's good that my wife is satisfied. It's worth it. I did so many strategies before. I didn't let Xie Yong interfere in the entire trip plan. I arranged it alone."

He raised his head slightly, his face full of expression, "I'm so awesome, why don't you praise me?", his eyes full of expectation.

Meng Jianwan held back the smile that was about to run out of the corner of his mouth, hooked his fingers on his chin, pretending to satisfy his expectations seriously: "I am very satisfied."

Song Yu's heart suddenly accelerated, for a moment he forgot where he was. He controlled the back of her head with his palm pressing over, and his mouth was about to hit her lips, but was blocked by Meng Jianwan.

"What are you going crazy?" she whispered, "This is in the car."

Song Yu closed his eyes and looked at the scene where he kept retreating outside the car window. The night was dark, and the lights were pulled into a fascinating afterimage by the speed of the car, like a picture after watercolor smudge.

The driver in the front driver's seat did not look sideways, and only vaguely heard a low desire from the back seat, not knowing what they said.

Song Yu calmed down his thoughts, pressed her palm and kissed her, and sat upright slightly in the seat, so as not to be unable to help but want to kiss her again.

Meng Jianwan didn't react when he kissed her. He felt a warm and wet trace fall on his palm. When he raised his eyes to stare at him, he saw his back straight and his face was calm, as if the person who just kissed her palm was not him.

Pretty.

Meng Jianwan smeared his palm on his shirt, shifted his gaze, and looked at the night outside.

"Wanwan." Song Yu couldn't be quiet when he was with her. He always wanted to talk to her, but he wanted to tease her if she ignored him.

Meng Jianwan really ignored him. Song Yu said to himself: "Will we go abroad to play if we have time in the future? Do you like skiing? We can learn skiing together in the future, drive yachts and go to sea together, and you have learned to fly a plane. The yachts will definitely not hurt you, and you can go into the sea to dive. Have you seen the aurora? We can also watch the aurora together..."

He said for a long time, but didn't hear Meng Jianwan's response. He turned his head and looked at her: "Wanwan? Are you asleep?"

Meng Jianwan's voice buzzed: "I haven't sleeped."

Song Yu poked her elbow with his finger: "Do you think it's okay?"

Meng Jianwan nodded lightly. The sound was really small. If it weren't for the quiet enough in the car, Song Yu wouldn't have heard it, but he still heard it.

Song Yu put his finger on his lips and laughed silently, as if he had booked a future with her without realizing it. When the future day comes, he would make more agreements with her.

Maybe she was booked by him for the rest of her life, but she was willing to do so.

Meng Jianwan didn't know Song Yu's little thoughts yet, but simply thought that she was very interested in the travel projects he proposed. It seemed better for two people to complete them together than to challenge them one person.

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To coax our ancestors, we Xiaoba are professional.

Now I know why Xiaoba was able to become Zhou Laosan’s love classroom teacher.
Chapter completed!