Meng Jianwan was eating barbecue with big mouthfuls, but Liang Yuanyuan, who was beside him, had no appetite and only ate one roasted chicken wing.

After the end, Meng Jianwan asked the driver to send Liang Yuanyuan back to school first. She had an exam tomorrow afternoon, so it would be more comfortable to go back to school to stay overnight.

When I got home, it was already past 11 o'clock in the evening. Meng Jianwan sent a message to Song Yu and told him that he had arrived home, but he didn't expect him to reply and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

After taking a shower, she picked up her phone and took a look. Song Yu was not asleep yet, so she replied to her message, three words - I know.

Meng Jianwan raised his eyebrows and did not reply. He threw his phone on the bed and wiped his hair with a towel. Within two minutes, she heard the ringtone of the cell phone coming from the quilt, which was particularly clear in the quiet night.

She was stunned for a moment, picked it up and saw that it was a video call from Song Yu.

Is he crazy? What time is it?

Meng Jianwan glanced at the time on his phone. It was already twelve o'clock. She was speechless, hung up the phone and sent a message to ask what Song Yu wanted to say.

Song Yu did not answer and called the video call persistently.

Meng Jianwan hung up again and sent him a message: "I'm wiping my hair and I don't have time to answer the phone."

Song Yu gave up.

Meng Jianwan shook off the towel and found a hair dryer to dry her hair. Song Yu seemed to have calculated the time. As soon as she turned off the hair dryer, she sent an invitation for a video call for the third time.

“…”

Meng Jianwan took a deep breath and answered the phone. She looked at Song Yu's half face on the screen.

In the hotel suite, the ceiling lights turned off, and only a dim wall light was turned on. The light was blurred, and his face seemed to have a layer of filters, which was hazy and not very clear.

He was wearing ink blue pajamas, his collar was slightly open, and his tender white skin was shaking in front of him, which was very eye-catching.

Meng Jianwan ignored his temptation, stared at him, and said angrily: "What are you doing? What are you crazy at night? Are you sick? Aren't you very busy? Don't you have to sleep at night?"

A series of questions hit her head and Song Yu turned his head, with his narrow black eyes and smiled: "I miss you, I want to see you, can't?"

Meng Jianwan lifted the quilt and leaned against the head of the bed, reached out and turned off the light, leaving a desk lamp to light it, and his tone was still not very good: "Have you finished watching now?"

Song Yuxiao: "I haven't seen enough."

Meng Jianwan pulled the hair that had just been blown dry. She blew her hair herself as if Song Yu was fine when she was blowing her. She felt it was dry when she touched it, and there was still a bit of tide inside.

"How long will it take?" Meng Jianwan stared at him and asked.

"I want to keep watching." Song Yu said, "Why don't we sleep with the video on? This way I can see you when I open my eyes, and you can see me when I open my eyes."

Meng Jianwan didn't have so many romantic thoughts and said bluntly: "The mobile phone will get hot."

Song Yu: "..."

Meng Jianwan looked at the night outside and found that the curtains had forgotten to close. He found the remote control and turned it off. The entire bedroom was closed, making it look quiet and empty.

She sat for a while and simply lay down. She kept holding the phone up and was too tired. She lay on her side, stood up and placed it beside her pillow. As soon as her head was touched by the pillow, she couldn't help but yawn: "I'm sleepy, I'm hung up."

Song Yu didn't say anything, looked at her quietly, waited for two or three minutes, and whispered: "Okay, am I dead?"

Meng Jianwan: "Yes."

Song Yu: "You'd better hang up."

She was still silly when she hung up the phone, but Meng Jianwan couldn't stand it anymore. She reached out and pressed the red hang-up button. The interface returned to the chat box between the two. The previous message was she wiping her hair.

She turned off her phone, closed her eyes and went to bed. She thought about it and was a little confused. Didn’t she think so after leaving for two days?

——

Song Yu rushed forward and spent several days to solve the work.

He arrived at the airport at around 4 pm and took a car from the airport to get home for more than an hour. He was covered in dust. Fortunately, he had a short rest on the plane and did not show any fatigue on his face.

Meng Jianwan was not at home and went to the nail salon for inspection. He went back to his room to take a shower, put on a loose home clothes, and went downstairs to rest on the sofa.

After closing his eyes and resting for a while, Song Yu couldn't help but take out his cell phone and called Meng Jianwan, asking, "When will you come back?"

He had already seen her in a nail salon on his phone positioning, so he didn't ask where she was at the first sentence at the beginning.

Meng Jianwan was silent for a few seconds, incredible: "Have you arrived home?"

The cicadas outside cried out, never stopping. Song Yu's black hair sagged slightly, his whole body was clean and refreshing, and his voice was clear: "It's not long after he arrived."

"Oh." Meng Jianwan knew that he had returned to China in the afternoon and was not sure about the specific time, so she didn't ask.

"When will I go back?" Song Yu asked again.

Meng Jianwan: "I made an appointment with the little girl in the store tonight and I won't go back for the time being. I'll go back after dinner. It's around ten o'clock?" She wasn't sure, and she had to go to KTV to play after the dinner.

Song Yu remained silent. A few seconds later, he licked his slightly fucked lips and said, "Where is the place for your dinner?"

"What are you going to do?"

"What do you think?"

Meng Jianwan was choking, of course she knew what he meant. She just felt that he was too clingy, which made her unable to resist. She had to follow her after having a meal, so she would not let the girls in the store laugh at her?

Song Yu lowered his head and asked tentatively: "Can't I go?"

Meng Jianwan said: "Why are you here for the dinner in our store? Also, you just came back from a business trip abroad, don't you need to rest?"

Song Yu stopped talking and hung up the phone. He just stood still, his fingers pinched the hem of the T-shirt, and his breathing sound was deep and shallow, and it was transmitted to the other side through the receiver.

Meng Jianwan closed his eyes, as if he had no choice but to do anything to him: "Forget it, come if you want to come, I'll send the address to your phone later."

Song Yu raised the corners of his lips and did not smile too clearly: "Okay."

After a while, he stood up and went upstairs to change his clothes. He was not wearing formal clothes for a private dinner. He had a dark blue polo shirt, black jeans, a crisp style, and newly bought sneakers on his feet.

When Song Yu was taking the car keys, Liang Rushui saw it. She said in surprise: "You are going out just after you come back. It's almost time for dinner. What are you doing?"

Song Yu did not hide it: "Go to find Wanwan to have dinner, and you don't have to arrange for the two of us for dinner."

Upon hearing this, Liang Rushui said nothing and watched him leave.

At 5:30 pm, the nail salon was closed early. Several girls packed up their own things and prepared to go to the place to have a dinner party. Tonight's dinner was mainly to welcome new friends. Zheng Zhizhi had resigned and recruited a new manicurist Yuan Le.

Meng Jianwan ordered an authentic Chinese restaurant.

Her sports car can only carry three people, and the others call taxi and ride over. On the way, I received a call from Song Yu. She was wearing Bluetooth headphones and answered it. He heard that he had arrived.

Meng Jianwan turned the steering wheel with one hand: "The box number is 1806. You go in and wait for us first. There is a bit of traffic jam now, so we will probably arrive later."

Tao Ran sat in her car, saw her hanging up the phone, and asked, "Is there anyone else?"

Meng Jianwan: "My husband, Song Yu."

Tao Ran opened her mouth and looked at the windshield in front of her and expressed surprise. Although she had known the fact that the boss was getting married for a long time, she heard the word "my husband" from her mouth and felt a sense of unreality.

Xiao Jin, who was sitting in the back seat, lay in the gap between the driver's seat and the passenger seat: "Then we can open our stomachs tonight and eat whatever we want."

Meng Jianwan narrowed his eyes and said dissatisfiedly: "You said this as if you didn't let you eat enough for dinner. Am I very stingy?"

"No, no." Xiao Jin waved his hand quickly.

Tao Ran explained to her: "Xiao Jin means that if the boss's husband treats him, we don't have to worry about the boss's wallet, we can eat whatever we want."

Meng Jianwan: "Isn't that still my family's money?"

Tao Ran paused and suddenly realized: "It seems to be the same."

Meng Jianwan was worried about their IQ.

It happened to be the evening rush hour, and the traffic jam on the road was a mess. Meng Jianwan drove a supercar and couldn't get into the air. In addition, the weather was hot, so he was irritated.

The time to arrive at the restaurant was more than 20 minutes later than expected, and there were still people behind him who were blocked.

The waiter first led the private room upstairs, knocked on the door a few times, and the people inside got up and opened it.

Outside the door, Meng Jianwan was standing in front of him, looking at his cell phone with his head down.

Song Yu staggered his body and let a group of people come in. When the girls saw him, they greeted him with a smile, and said to Mr. Song one by one, which seemed a little polite and unfamiliar, mainly because they didn't know what to call him.

Meng Jianwan was asking where the remaining people were in the group. After sitting down, he said to Song Yu: "Wait a little longer, there are still a few people who haven't come. When they arrive, order food."

Song Yu nodded, picked up the teapot on the table and poured her a cup of tea, and asked casually: "Is the road very congested?"

Meng Jianwan picked up the teacup and took a sip: "It's not an ordinary blockage."

The girls sitting around the big round table looked at me, I looked at you, and finally looked at the two people unanimously. Usually, they just looked at Meng Jianwan alone, but now they sat together, wearing the same watch and talking to each other, making people feel that it is enough to just look at them without eating.

The two of them said a few words, and when they looked up, they found that everyone was looking at this side.

Meng Jianwan coughed and asked the waiter to come in, first put on a few fruit trays and snack platters to make them cushion their stomachs so that they would not always stare at her and Song Yu.

Song Yu had slender fingers, pinched the cup and turned around, took a sip of tea, his lips stained with tea, red and soft, moist.

"Will you have other activities after you finish?"

Meng Jianwan nodded: "Either go to the bar or go to KTV, and let them choose later."

Song Yu: "You want to go too?"

"Of course." Meng Jianwan looked at him with a look of "Are you talking nonsense?", took a sip of tea, and said, "How can I, the boss, be absent?"

Song Yu's lips moved, thinking that you actually want to go and play, but you haven't been crazy enough while he is not at home for so many days?

After waiting for a while, the last group of people arrived and entered the door in a mighty manner. Everyone was shocked when they saw Song Yu, and then sat down and greeted him as if they were calm.
To be continued...