The young people attend Xu Zhan’s birthday party were all young people. There were not so many rules and the atmosphere was relaxed and pleasant, so they would not make those who came to participate felt restrained.

The location is set in the living room of a Chinese garden hotel, which is equivalent to a small banquet.

Xu Zhan sent invitations to friends with good relationships a few days in advance, saying that if you are not busy, come over to play, and everyone has a rare opportunity to get together to relax. Out of etiquette, he specifically explained that if you have a partner or friend, you can bring them together, and there will be many people and lively.

Therefore, there will be some people Xu Zhan doesn’t know at the birthday party.

Friends like Song Yu and Zhao Yichen who have been playing together since childhood do not need Xu Zhan’s explanation. They have long discussed in the group how to play in the future.

Song Yu was teased by Meng Jianwan on the road and was full of anger. When the car was parked at the door of the hotel, he happened to meet Zhao Yichen who had just gotten out of the car.

Zhao Yichen saw the masterpiece on the sports car at a glance and said in disbelief: "I... Damn! Didn't your car mention it just two days ago? Why did it turn out like this?"

Song Yu didn't say anything with a dark face. The black eyes behind the lens were deep, and there were terrifying dark clouds surging inside, so a cold breath was lingering all over his body, like a walking ice sculpture.

Zhao Yichen had never had the eyesight. Not only did he not notice Song Yu's ugly face, but he touched his chin and walked around the sports car.

The mud spots splashed on the car body had long been evaporated by the scorching temperature and stuck to it. For a moment, it was impossible to tell whether it was mud or something else.

Zhao Yichen had a guess in his mind, covering his nose and took a step back: "The feces truck exploded, are you in the car?"

Song Yu: "..."

If Zhao Yichen dies one day, he must have died of humble words.

Zhao Yichen shook his head, frowned and muttered: "Fortunately, fortunately you didn't open your open hood, otherwise..." He did not continue, because the scene of Song Yu covered in shit appeared in his mind.

Song Yu glanced at him without any warmth, raised his hand to tidy up his cuffs, followed the waiter in and walked through the front hall. Behind was a deep courtyard. The pebbled path winded to the living room. There were tall trees planted on both sides, and the air was filled with natural and fresh fragrance of grass and trees, and the chirping of birds could be vaguely heard.

The waiter made a "please" gesture from time to time, took Song Yu and the others through the quaint corridor, and finally arrived at the reception room.

The two dark brown doors opened, and it seemed like another world inside. Unlike the quiet and elegant courtyard, it was decorated in a magnificent manner. It was full of brilliant and exquisite objects. Young men and women exchanged cups and chatted and laughed.

The topic is naturally not like ordinary banquets that revolve around businesses that cost tens of millions or hundreds of millions. Instead, it talks about some unnutritious gossip in the circle, and occasionally you can hear the name "Meng Jianwan".

I heard that she was not good at taking good care of a good daughter, and insisted on being a socialist who is proficient in racing and fighting. She also interacted with some gangsters on weekdays. I don’t know how the Meng family educated their children. Although she was a burden brought by Mrs. Meng, she changed her surname and was from the Meng family…

The arrival of Song Yu and his friends ended the topic.

As soon as the man arrived, he first glanced around the reception room to look for Meng Jianwan's shadow. If he guessed correctly, she should have come to Xu Zhan's birthday party as well.

However, after a round of eyes, he never saw the fiery red figure. Song Yu frowned slightly. Could it be that he was wrong?

Zhao Yichen followed behind him, stretched his neck and looked around: "What are you looking for?"

Song Yu withdrew his gaze and said lukewarmly: "Nothing."

"What are you doing when you are blocking the door?" Xu Zhan's voice suddenly sounded behind him, with a smile like spring breeze. "Isn't you waiting for me here?"

Song Yu turned his head and looked over. He saw Meng Jianwan standing beside Xu Zhan at first sight. The woman had a plain face, her pink hair was flamboyant and her wonderful softness, and she was soft on her shoulders. She had white skin, a red dress, and a pair of seductive peach-blue eyes, and she met his gaze jokingly.

Song Yu held it over and couldn't help but grab her wrist and pull it out: "Come with me."

Zhao Yichen gasped and stammered: "No, no, these two people are taking it again?"

Meng Jianwan pointed his other hand at the place where Song Yu held it, and warned him: "I'll give you three seconds, let me go, one, two--"

The third number was not said, and Song Yu let go of his hand like a bee stung. He knew that she would definitely break his arm mercilessly, as simple as breaking chopsticks if one second later.

Song Yu turned around and looked at Meng Jianwan's beautiful face, and was angry and helpless: "Sister, what's wrong with you? Targeting me on purpose. I didn't offend you today, right?" He spoke in Beijing, his voice was lazy, and he added a bit of romantic temperament.

"I'm targeting you?" Meng Jianwan laughed, "You look down on yourself too much."

Song Yu: "..."

Meng Jianwan held the railings of the corridor next to him and looked at him like a fool: "Didn't you see the warning sign 100 meters ahead? You were fucking side by side with my car at that time, so I couldn't change the way, so I could only crush it through the puddle. You blame me, do you have paranoia, right?"

Song Yu was so blocked that he couldn't say a word. He calmed down and thought about it carefully. It seemed that he really didn't blame her. He chased after her first and occupied the lane where she was going to change lanes.

"Do you think my car is not dirty? It's good if you didn't ask for the car wash fee. Do you dare to settle the score with me? Your arm is itchy again after two days of healing, right?" Meng Jianwan cursed, "Don't you have to think about why I arrived later than you. Dad went to wash the car? I'm crazy! I think your brain is muddy. With your IQ, the company will go bankrupt sooner or later!"

Song Yu's originally tense face gradually loosened. She was quite polite to her words a few times when she met her, and she seemed too lazy to communicate with him. Today she said a lot of words, although she was scolding him.

But for some reason, he thought she was a little cute when she scolded people.

After Meng Jianwan finished speaking, he didn't care about his reaction, so he turned around and left, almost bumping into Xu Zhan who was looking for him.

Xu Zhan looked at her, and then looked at Song Yu, who looked out of shape behind her, and was a little amused. He stood here and looked for a while, and was sure that there was no tension between the two of them so he didn't go to mediate.

"I didn't do it for your sake." Meng Jianwan raised his eyebrows and handed him the blue gift box he was holding in his hand. "I'll give you my birthday gift now, so as not to keep it in my hand."

Xu Zhan was a little surprised: "Birthday gift?"

Meng Jianwan didn't answer, the meaning in his eyes was very obvious. Xu Zhan's eyes flashed with joy, and he couldn't help but open it in front of her. An exquisite watch lay on the velvet cloth, the style was simple and luxurious, which was very consistent with the aesthetic of young men: "Thank you, I like it very much."

Song Yu finally came to his senses and glanced lightly at the other side. What caught his eye was the scene of Meng Jianwan and Xu Zhan standing together and laughing.

He shouted coldly. The girl didn't even look at him from beginning to end when she went to his house that night. She even smashed the venue. She came to Xu Zhan's banquet not only dressed up, but also carefully prepared gifts. She was so clear that she was clearly marked.

Song Yu walked over and glanced at the watch casually, his tone was neither salty nor light: "What's there to be happy about? I'll send you the end of the year."

Xu Zhan: "..."

Meng Jianwan: “…”

Don't stop me, I'm going to beat him to death.

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Friends, do you have any smell of a sour air flowing in the air? I don’t know who ate lemon or drank vinegar.
Chapter completed!