Song Yu was still stunned, Meng Jianwan took a step back and said, "Otherwise you can lift me up. I'll try to get to that branch."

Song Yu turned around, looked up at the branch she said, and there were several clusters of cherries on the branch, all of which were red.

He estimated the distance and felt that it was unlikely to reach it.

Song Yu sighed silently, looked around, and there was no one passing by, so he bent his knees and squatted down: "Come up, you ride around my neck."

Meng Jianwan touched his nose and lowered his eyes to the man who was squatting on the ground and being halfway over her: "I am planning to step on your shoulder..."

Song Yu looked up at him, and the incredible feeling flowed out in his eyes.

Meng Jianwan quickly calmed down his expression and looked at the cluster of red cherries. His interest was not as strong as before. He patted Song Yu on the shoulder: "Get up, don't pick it anymore. I want to eat more in the cherry supermarket."

Song Yu was not in a hurry to stand up, and grabbed her wrist and pulled the person over. He put his other arm around her knees and bent her, lifting her up effortlessly.

Meng Jianwan opened his eyes wide and suddenly pulled them up. When she came to her senses, she found that she was sitting on Song Yu's one-sided shoulder.

Song Yu was afraid of falling to her, so he didn't dare to look up at the situation. He looked straight ahead and asked the person above him: "Try to pick it now."

Meng Jianwan was still shocked. After hearing his words, he raised his head blankly: "Take two steps forward."

Song Yu walked forward two steps as he spoke, and Meng Jianwan quickly stopped: "Stand here and don't move!"

He stopped, and she pulled the branch behind her, pulled it in the direction of her arms, and her other hand reached the clusters of bright red cherries.

After a while, Meng Jianwan picked a handful of cherries and smiled: "Okay, put me down."

Song Yu slowly bowed down, put her down, and held the iron fence and took a breath. She was not heavy, and it was difficult to keep her steady even when sitting on her shoulders. His heart was jumping up and down.

As the person who contributed the most, Meng Jianwan gave half of the cherry to him without hesitation.

Song Yu took care of the scattered hair before tidying up his forehead and only took one from her hand, leaving the rest for her. She did not refuse and took back her hand.

I have never used medicine for the cherries I grow. I can stuff them into my mouth by rubbing the dust that does not exist on the surface. Perhaps the process of obtaining the cherries is too difficult, and I just feel that the mouth is particularly sweet.

It doesn’t matter whether the fun I was when I was a child was recovered. Meng Jianwan was very happy at this moment.

Before the smile on the corner of his mouth could curl, a "click" sound came from his ears. Meng Jianwan was shocked and turned his head to look at the source of the sound.

Song Yu followed and saw a man wearing a black T-shirt standing a few meters away from them. The T-shirt was printed with painted skulls, wheat-colored skin, burly figure, and beard. He was exactly like a bearded man, looking fierce and very difficult to mess with.

But he still had a camera in his hand and was able to take a photo of the horizontal, which was puzzling. Could it be that he was a paparazzi who took a secret photo?

As soon as Song Yu became suspicious, the man came over and handed them a freshly baked photo. He said in English that he was a painter, and he took a photo with his camera to study. He happened to see them. He took a photo without permission. He was willing to give it to them.

Meng Jianwan was stunned.

She was still holding the unfinished cherries in her hand, lowering her eyes to look at the photos in his hand, and the white border framed a warm and sweet picture.

It was Song Yu standing under the lush cherry tree, and there was a beautiful woman sitting on her left shoulder. The woman stretched out her arms to pick the cherries from the tree. Her fair and clean face was filled with a smile from the bottom of her heart, which was very beautiful and charming.

Because the weather is not good, the light is slightly dim, which shows a bit of a heavy sense of age. It is clearly the photo I just took, but it gives people a picture that this is a photo I have treasured for many years.

Song Yu reached out to take the photo and stared at the scene that was frozen on it for a long time. He felt very happy and his tone unconsciously raised: "Thank you very much. How much? I should pay you a reward."

The bearded man waved his hand and smiled like a deep understanding and fame: "It's good that you like it."

There were actually many sweet moments during this trip. Unfortunately, Meng Jianwan didn’t like taking photos, and he was not keen on taking photos and checking in. Until now, there was not a single photo on the trip. This one in his hand seemed extremely precious, making him unable to help but look at it again and again, and the more he looked, the more he liked it.

"I want to save it well, go back and frame a photo frame and put it in my office." Song Yu said.

Meng Jianwan's temple jumped twice. She rubbed her forehead and glanced at the photo again: "I rode on your shoulders, aren't you afraid that others will laugh at you?"

"Didn't I tell you before?"

"say what?"

"Anyone who has heard of my name doesn't know that I'm afraid of my wife, so it's nothing strange to post this photo."

“…”

The two walked to the street corner and took a car back. Song Yu looked at the street scene outside the car window and retracted his gaze. He remembered that Meng Jianwan mentioned his biological father at that time, and wanted to ask more questions. After thinking about it, he suppressed his curiosity.

The rain never fell. The two of them went to the rotating restaurant that they booked in advance for dinner. The dark clouds outside were almost overwhelmed with their heads and no drop of rain fell.

But the weather looked scary, and it was impossible to say that heavy rain would come down the next second. After eating in the restaurant, the two of them didn't stay for long and took a bus back to the hotel.

Meng Jianwan lay on the bed after taking a shower. She didn't remember anything, but Song Yu remembered the wound on her back and took ointment to apply it to her.

This time she was not too stubborn. She unbuttoned the buttons in front of her pajamas, pulled the collar down, and lay on the bed to reveal her back half. It looked not much better than in the morning. There were still several bruises, which were particularly eye-catching on her white jade-like porcelain-white skin.

Song Yu frowned and looked at the ointment in his hand: "Will this medicine be useless, right?"

Meng Jianwan had a pillow under his chin, and he was slumped there like a boneless one. He held his phone in both hands, and was playing games while talking leisurely: "Do you think it's a magic pill. Once applied, you can promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis. How could it have a significant effect after applying it once?"

Song Yu unscrewed the ointment, applied it carefully to her like noon, and slowly pushed it away. During this period, Meng Jianwan didn't say a word, and he was full of thoughts in the game.

He put down the ointment and went to the bathroom to wash his hands. After he came out, he took care of some work on hand. He didn't go to the study room in the suite, but was in the large bedroom.

One of them was lying on the bed to play games, and the other was working on the small table beside them. They did not interfere with each other and occasionally made some subtle movements, and the atmosphere was very beautiful.

——

Meng Jianwan was injured for a few days. Seeing that she was almost healed, Song Yu took her to complete the skydiving that Xin Xinniannian had.

The helicopter rose to a high altitude, the two tied together, jumped down from the hatch door, wearing transparent goggles on their faces, so there was no need to worry that the strong wind would make their eyes unable to open, but their hair would inevitably be messy.

Song Yu hugged Meng Jianwan tightly, feeling the weightlessness of his heartbeat. Meng Jianwan was not nervous at all, and opened his arms, like a bird flying from a cage, soaring freely in the air.

Unfortunately, the feeling of soaring did not last long. The parachute opened and the two of them slowed down. They floated down swayingly and finally fell to the ground.

Meng Jianwan didn't stand firm at the first time. When his legs fell down, he fell to the ground, and his parachute fell to his feet. Song Yu sat beside her, panting and laughing, "Didn't you fall or hurt?"

"No." Meng Jianwan simply stopped getting up, leaned back, fell on the flat grass, with a big smile on his lips, "It's so good!"

The moment I jumped out of the air, my mind was empty, I couldn't think about anything, and there was only indescribable stimulation and excitement.

Song Yu had her slender legs open, her elbows were placed on her legs, and she turned her head to look at her happy appearance, and her eyebrows and eyes were filled with smiles: "Do you want to jump again?"

Meng Jianwan blinked and really had the idea of ​​doing it again: "Is that OK?"

Song Yu: "No."

“…”

Despite this, Meng Jianwan was still very satisfied and did not care about him. He spoke up and put his arm on his eyelids to block the dazzling sunshine.

They are going to return to China tomorrow. They are two days later than the expected time. Xie Yong has booked a plane ticket two days ago and returned to China to handle work first. Song Yu cannot delay too long.

Speaking of which, he was a little reluctant to leave. He was abroad for so many days, except for the two days he was so busy that he couldn't get out of his body. In the remaining days, he was with Meng Jianwanni almost every day. She was rarely cold and smiled more than before. After returning to China, she would definitely not be able to see anyone outside.

Song Yu sighed silently. Even if he thought about it, he would not be able to stay here all the time.

——

The next day, the two of them flew back to China by private plane and arrived at the airport at around 2 pm.

Song Yu received an emergency call from Xie Yong as soon as he got off the plane. Meng Jianwan was close and vaguely heard that there was something important that needed to hold an extraordinary meeting.

She saw the familiar car parked there from a distance. Xie Yong had something to do and didn't come to pick him up. She sent another assistant to the company to help carry the two of them into the car.

After Song Yu finished calling, Meng Jianwan said directly: "Let the driver take you to the company, I'll take a taxi home."

There is indeed something that cannot be shirked from the company. Song Yu did not waste time and rubbed Meng Jianwan's head: "Be careful on the road and tell me when you get home."

Meng Jianwan turned his head away, avoided his slightly intimate action, nodded, and urged him to leave quickly.

Song Yu smiled, tidying his cuffs while walking. After walking a few steps, the smile on his face calmed down, he changed into a serious expression, looked down at his wristwatch, got in the car, and told him to drive faster.

Meng Jianwan watched the car leave, sighed, took out his cell phone and turned on, made an appointment with a car online, and returned home easily with a small bag.

Liang Rushui knew they were back in advance. When he heard the movement of opening the door, he looked over, but saw Meng Jianwan alone, and was slightly surprised: "Where is Xiaoyu? Why didn't he be with you?"

"I was called away by my assistant as soon as I got off the plane. Something happened to the company and he needed to deal with it." Meng Jianwan put down his bag and felt dry. He took a glass and poured half a glass of water to drink it. He licked the water droplets on his lower lip and said, "The gifts I bought for you are placed in the trunk of the car that Song Yu was in. I will look at it when he comes back."

"Just have fun, the gift doesn't matter." Liang Rushui took her hand and asked her to sit beside her, and said enthusiastically, "Tell me what you have played abroad. I'll go there with your father tomorrow if you have time."

Meng Jianwan held the water cup and thought to himself that the project we played might not be suitable for you, but she still picked interesting things to tell Liang Rushui, which satisfied her curiosity.

When Song Yu came back in the evening, he not only brought back the gifts he bought from abroad, but also brought not good news. He was going on a business trip tomorrow and had to fly to Singapore.

Meng Jianwan was not in a bad mood. After hearing this, he nodded and said that he knew. While cutting his nails, he asked him without raising his head: "When will you come back?"

Song Yu said: "If it goes well, four days."

"oh."

Meng Jianwan cut off his thumb's nail with a "click" sound, flipped the back of his hand and looked at it a few times. It seemed that it was cut too short. She also wanted to go to the store tomorrow to do a manicure.

Just as he was thinking about what style to do, his chin was raised up, he gently pinched his fingers, his face approaching her face, and the tip of his nose was almost next to her nose: "I'm leaving tomorrow, are you doing this to me?"

"Otherwise, what?" Meng Jianwan used his nail clipper to press his hand away, "Do you still want me to set off firecrackers to send you off? Get out of the way, my nails have not been cut yet."

Both of them finished taking a shower and sat on the sofa in the bedroom. Meng Jianwan put a tissue on his legs, and the cut nails fell on it. She pushed the person away, lowered her head and continued to cut the remaining nails, without seeing Song Yu's cripple expression at all.

Just when Song Yu was so depressed that he couldn't breathe, Meng Jianwan casually said: "What happened to the company? I'm so anxious to go on a business trip?"

She seemed to have never asked about Song Yu's work, and she didn't even know where Shifeng Group was located, nor did she ever set foot within the group.

Song Yu was stunned for a moment, and then laughed. It was not easy. Meng Jianwan finally cared about him. Although she was asking about work questions, she was also concerned about him.

After not hearing the answer for a long time, Meng Jianwan raised his head and glanced at him, wrapped the tissue on his legs into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

“Things are a bit tricky…”
To be continued...