After Zhao Yichen's howling, many men at the bar dispersed, and some people still insisted on waiting there, as if they didn't believe his words.

Zhao Yichen also felt strange, why did these people look at him with weird eyes? Didn’t they go online? I wonder if the person in front of him was Song Yu’s wife?

Or is there no memory on the Internet?

Meng Jianwan finished the glass of wine in his hand with the eyes of gossip, called the bartender Xiaosang back and withdrew from the bartender position.

She took out her phone from the grid under the bar, and there were indeed more than a dozen red missed calls on it, each of which came from Song Yu, just like seeking life.

Meng Jianwan couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, and he clicked it casually and called it back.

At this time, Zhao Yichen came over, laughing on his face, but no apology: "I'm not blamed me, it was Xiaoba who begged me to come and call you."

Meng Jianwan raised his eyes and said in a cold tone: "Aren't you telling him the news of me first?"

Zhao Yichen: “…”

Meng Jianwan's phone call was connected in less than three seconds. Song Yu, who was there, happened to hear what she said to Zhao Yichen, was stunned for a moment, and called her: "Wanwan?"

Meng Jianwan gave Zhao Yichen a shot gesture, told him to go away, and then turned his face to say to the person on the phone: "What are you doing? Do you want to seek life or seek soul?"

Song Yu paused and said helplessly: "I just want you to pay attention to safety, nothing else."

Meng Jianwan: "Is that so? Oh, I understand, I'll die."

"Wait." Song Yu was afraid that she would hang up the phone the next second, so he called her in time, rubbed his eyebrows and told the truth, "Okay, I just don't feel that the men looked at you, don't want that."

Meng Jianwan looked at the stage and some staff brought drums up. The atmosphere was hot. The business tonight seemed to be much better than the previous night.

"Where am I?" She casually found a locker and sat down, crossing her legs.

Liang Yuanyuan found her with the unfinished cup of Mojito, sat down in the seat opposite her, and looked at her with a smile on her hands with a small face.

Song Yu's voice was low, and he felt aggrieved as usual: "I knew that as long as I didn't care about you, you would be so carefree." I'm afraid that even I would forget about having a husband.

Meng Jianwan met an acquaintance and greeted him, raised his eyes and waved his hand in response, and continued to speak to the aggrieved man on the other side of the phone: "I'll just make some wine, and I'll call you so cool?"

Song Yu was surprised: "What else do you want?"

"Go to the stage to beat the drums."

“…”

Song Yu was silent for a few seconds. According to what she said, he had already painted the scene in his mind of her sitting alone on the stage, beating the drums coldly and sarcastically. All the men below applauded her, were crazy for her, and fascinated by her.

I couldn't think about it anymore. The vinegar jar in his heart had been overturned, and his internal organs were soaked in vinegar, sour and astringent, bubbled.

Song Yu gritted his teeth and restrained the nameless fire: "Meng Jianwan, you just need discipline."

Meng Jianwan was not guilty or surprised at all about making him angry. She knew that he would be jealous and angry, and then said some sarcastic words that needed to be coaxed to be good.

She pressed her finger against her lips and laughed silently. Song Yu on the other side of the phone could not hear her laughter, nor could she see her expression. She could only hear her slowly say: "If you have the ability, please come and discipline me."

Liang Yuanyuan, who was sitting opposite, could see the expression on her face clearly, and she felt like she was deliberately teasing her cat, but the person on the phone was clearly Song Yu.

Meng Jianwan was deliberately teasing Song Yu?

Liang Yuanyuan looked at her blankly, thinking to herself what kind of couple's fun is this.

Meng Jianwan pressed the corner of his lips with his fingers, calming his smile, and not teasing Song Yu: "You go and go when you come back, and then discipline me when you come back."

Before Song Yu could recall the profound meaning of this sentence, Meng Jianwan hung up the phone.

He stared at the screen in a daze, thinking in his eyes. Does her subtext mean that he wanted him to return home soon? Want him to take care of her? He is not sure.

According to Meng Jianwan's previous temperament, it would be great if she didn't say "I want you to take care of it."

Song Yu held the phone and lowered his eyes. The deep eyes were so deep that it was not visible. A faint feeling of excitement came up. He felt that Meng Jianwan must have missed him.

Even if it’s not a miss, it should be a habit.

She was used to him talking and discipline around her, so she ran out of the wild, but she still thought about him.

Song Yu smiled, got up and continued to work, called Xie Yong to come over, he wanted to finish his work here soon and return to China early.

Xie Yong can best understand Song Yu's emotional changes. He has a calm face all day today, which is even more scary than when he was in a meeting yesterday.

Because Deng Boquan asked a woman to come and please him, he got angry, so he didn't leave any room for handling the situation. He directly removed his position and sent someone home to retire. He scared other senior executives so that they did not dare to make any small moves and cooperated honestly in the work.

At this moment, Xie Yong held a stack of documents in front of Song Yu, easily detecting his mood to improve, and even his slightly pursed lips showed a little smile.

It seemed like someone was coaxing her to be happy.

Xie Yong closed his eyes, cleared his throat, dispelled his gossip, and began to report to him about work. Song Yu listened seriously without interrupting.

Meng Jianwan held the phone in his hand and played around. Liang Yuanyuan opposite him looked at her for a moment without a moment, and the light fell in his eyes, bright.

Meng Jianwan noticed that she was looking at him, stopped turning her phone, and lazily lifted up her eyelids and looked at her: "What are you looking at me?"

Liang Yuanyuan held the empty cup that had been drunk, her little face pressed against the slightly cool wall of the cup, and shook her head: "Did you and my brother go abroad for vacation some time ago?"

"yes."

"What are you all playing? The relationship has progressed rapidly, and I feel it..." Liang Yuanyuan paused, suddenly I don't know how to describe that feeling. She raised her head and stared at the spinning light ball above her head for a long time, and smiled foolishly, "I just feel that you spoiled my brother a little."

Meng Jianwan blinked: "Hmm?"

Liang Yuanyuan straightened up, put her hand on the edge of the glass table, and said distressedly: "Oh, I don't know what to say." Anyway, that's what she meant, so she couldn't understand.

No one went up on the stage for a long time, and the drum set was empty.

Liang Yuanyuan was so stunning that he inevitably thought of Su Can's appearance. He was the lead singer of the team, usually responsible for singing and rarely hit drums.

But she saw that he had beaten, and others were very handsome when playing drums. He looked very quiet when hitting such a lively instrument. There was no expression on his face, nor did he shake his body with the rhythm. His eyes were calm, as if the excitement had nothing to do with him.

Liang Yuanyuan felt that she hadn't seen Su Can for a long time. In fact, it didn't take a long time to calculate carefully, but it was only less than half a month, but she felt that the time was long, and every minute and second was lengthened several times.

That time at the recording site of the program, she was carefully hiding herself and looking at the figure on the stage, but he didn't know she was just below.

Meng Jianwan snapped his fingers and pulled Liang Yuanyuan back to his thoughts: "What are you thinking, so trance."

Liang Yuanyuan withdrew her gaze and smiled lightly. She subconsciously picked up the goblet on the table, but found that there was no wine inside, so she smiled concealedly again.

"Nothing, I'm wondering who will be the one who will perform tonight."

Meng Jianwan looked towards the stage, and the crowd below began to get restless. Why haven’t the singer come over yet? How long have you been waiting for this?

Just then, Zhong Cheng walked over with his cell phone. Meng Jianwan stretched out his foot and tripped him, lifted his chin and signaled: "Where is the person performing?"

"Don't mention it, that singer can't come if he has something to do. I plan to let Xiao Feng come to save the scene." Zhong Cheng said.

Xiao Feng is a DJ in the bar. He looks fair and handsome. He works in the bar for a long time and often stays up until two or three o'clock in the morning. His dark eyes look like pandas.

Zhong Cheng stood by Meng Jianwan's table, covered his ear and called DJ. Who knew that after answering a few words, Zhong Cheng's face changed.

Liang Yuanyuan asked: "What's wrong?"

Zhong Cheng looked speechless: "Xiao Feng is at home with his girlfriend."

Liang Yuanyuan: “…”

Meng Jianwan burst out laughing, got up, clapped his hands, and patted Zhong Cheng's shoulder: "I'll do it." She didn't expect that she joked with Song Yu a second ago that she wanted to play drums, which became a reality in a blink of an eye.

Liang Yuanyuan was so shocked that her mouth widened. It took her a while to speak: "Sister, you can still play drums?"

"Can you get a little bit."

Meng Jianwan tied up the scattered hair again, and the white neck still drooped a few strands of hair. She didn't care. She stepped on the leather boots and walked around the crowd. In the dim light, she found the steps beside the stage and walked up step by step.

The bar hall was quiet for more than ten seconds. When everyone saw a tall and beautiful woman standing on the stage, she was completely boiling, and whistles sounded one after another.

Zhong Cheng sat down at the position where Meng Jianwan had just sat, and faced Liang Yuanyuan, and the two looked at the stage together.

Zhong Cheng smiled and said, "Sister Meng has such magic. As long as she appears, everyone's eyes will be on her and she will never be able to move away."

Liang Yuanyuan nodded in agreement and took out her cell phone to prepare to record the video.

Meng Jianwan didn't say much nonsense, but just said in an interest, and performed for everyone. It's a bit unfamiliar to have not played for too long. If you don't knock it well, please forgive me.

Such a beautiful and generous woman appeared in sight, which was a visual enjoyment. How could she ask for so much? Everyone applauded and screamed.

Meng Jianwan sat down, held the drumstick in his hand, and flicked his fingers and turned it around a few times. The people below knew that she was a veteran when they saw her movements, and immediately became more excited.

Sure enough, Meng Jianwan hit a coherent and strong rhythm, and the atmosphere in the bar suddenly rose.

As the bar door opened and closed, the sound leaked, and even people passing by could not help but be curious and walked in to check the situation.

Zhao Yichen and his friends had been in the private room and wanted to go downstairs to the booth in the lobby to have a few drinks before leaving. Suddenly, they saw Meng Jianwan playing drums, and his eyebrows jumped slightly.

At that time, Song Yu called and Meng Jianwan left the bartender position. He thought she was honest because Song Yu told her, but she didn't expect to play even bigger.

Zhao Yichen and his friend sat down in a corner in the booth. A waiter brought the menu. He looked at the order of a few popular cocktails, couldn't help but take out his cell phone and took a short video and sent it to Song Yu.

Song Yu had just finished his work and had a moment of relaxation. He picked up his phone and took a look, his pupils dilated little by little, unable to hide his shock.

This one in his house is really unrestless.

He clicked on the video and watched it repeatedly. Meng Jianwan sat behind the drum set, his movements were wild and arrogant, with no expression on his face, like a proud peacock.

Song Yu was still jealous, but because he was comforted by Meng Jianwan's words on the phone just now, and it was not that unbearable.

Like those people, he admired her for surrendering her for no reason.

Song Yu tinkered with it, saved the video, and decided to call her to remind her to come home after she had enough fun. It was not good to always care about her, and he was afraid that she would not be able to bear it, so he annoyed him.
To be continued...