Song Yu calculated that Meng Jianwan would not attack him here, so he dared to provoke her so boldly.

Last time at the banquet, Xu Zhan said only one thing, and she stopped. Today is Xu Zhan’s birthday party, so she will definitely not make a fuss.

If Song Yu thinks this way, it means that he does not understand Meng Jianwan enough, so it is impossible to make big noises, such as removing his arm or something. It is hard to say about small noises.

Meng Jianwan remained motionless and did not even turn his head. Song Yu's expression was stagnant for a moment. He suspected that Meng Jianwan's ears were a little back, so he leaned closer and prepared to shout "Die girl" again.

Without waiting for him to speak, Meng Jianwan sent the last grape into his mouth, bent his elbow and pushed back heavily, calculating the position correctly, and hitting the most painful and softest place.

Song Yu was caught off guard and was so painful that he bent and thrust on the spot. He sprinkled half of a glass of champagne, wetting the back of his hand. In just a few seconds, he felt that breathing had become a difficult thing.

Meng Jianwan turned around slowly at this time, glanced at him lightly, raised a curve at the end of his eyes, and looked at him and laughed, but his tone was not joking: "I really don't want the arm anymore?"

Song Yu didn't recover for a long time, so he covered his abdomen and stood up. Unexpectedly, he got up too hard and touched the place where he was just beaten, and he felt another thrill.

He let out a long sigh, and claimed to be unlucky, put only half of the champagne on the dining table, and rubbed his hands on the white tablecloth: "I came here to make peace with you."

Meng Jianwan wrapped his arms around his arms, looked at him with a cold look, and looked "See if I believe you or not." She stood with Song Yu so close, which was clearly contrasted. She was much shorter than Song Yu. She was 174-year-old, and she was definitely the best among girls, but she still looked petite in front of Song Yu.

However, height cannot affect Meng Jianwan's momentum.

He opened his mouth and was "dead girl". Song Yu dared to tell her that he was here to make peace. Anyway, she had never heard of such a way of peace in the world.

Song Yu knew what she was going to say, so he raised his hand and straightened his bow tie and argued for himself: "I came here to apologize seriously. I didn't hear this when I called you a few times just now, so I made this bad decision. What happened before was that I was wrong. I apologized to you. Why don't we write it off?" After that, he picked up the wine glass again and tilted towards her.

Meng Jianwan didn't move for a long time and stared at his eyes, as if he was judging how true or false his words were.

From this point of view, Song Yu's skin was good enough, different from Xu Zhan. Xu Zhan knew that he was as gentle as jade and approachable as a person. He seemed to not lose his temper when he was treated. Song Yu's face was sharper, but very smooth. The golden wire framed glasses seemed to have put on him a mask. From a distance, he felt that he was cold and unattainable. In fact, what he was like, he had to be seen clearly.

Song Yu let her look at it for a while, and smiled: "I'm sincere."

Meng Jianwan withdrew his gaze without a trace, picked up a glass of champagne and touched him, and smiled brightly, with a pure and harmless smile: "Okay."

Such a face and a pretty smile are particularly striking. Given that he was beaten up badly when he stared at her the previous few times, Song Yu quickly restrained this time, and took a sip of wine with a smile. As he swallowed, his Adam's apple rolled up and down. He savored it carefully and felt that the champagne tonight seemed to be too sweet and sweet.

Meng Jianwan put down his empty wine glass and slowly went to the leisure area. A young man stood up and abdicated and gave way to the wise. Meng Jianwan followed his heart and sat down.

After saying hello to her relatives, Xu Zhan came directly to find Meng Jianwan. Seeing that she was holding three playing cards in her hand, smiling patterns spread on the corners of her mouth, she reminded her: "Zhao Xiaowu, don't play with her."

Zhao Yichen leaned against the back of the chair on the ground, put his hand on his knees and knocked it from time to time, looking lazy, rich, and said with a lazy look: "What a joke? I am a person who can't afford to lose? Besides, how do you make sure I will lose?"

Not long after this was said, Zhao Yichen announced that he would take it back and lost six consecutive games. He threw the card and brushed his sleeves: "I won't play anymore, I won't play anymore, I'm hungry, I'll go find something to eat."

Meng Jianwan laughed so hard that his shoulders trembled, and the words "Queen" were written on his face.

Song Yu stood aside and watched her fiddling with her mobile phone. The WeChat interface showed a row of yellow transfer messages, all of which were the money she had won just playing cards, and the amount was quite large. She clicked in one by one to collect the money, like counting money with a stack of banknotes, with a face full of money. She held a grape in her mouth, but she didn't bite it open, and pressed it on her cheeks, bulging.

After drinking and having enough food and having fun, Meng Jianwan got up and said goodbye to Xu Zhan: "I won't participate in the dance party later, see you again."

Before Xu Zhan could keep her, she bent down and picked up a bunch of grapes and walked out of the living room.

There was a sound of high heels behind him, dragging and pulling without rhythm, maybe because the shoes were not in line with their feet. Meng Jianwan paused and turned his head to see that it was her sister Meng Weixia.

"Are you going home now? Can I go back with you?" Meng Weixia asked.

Meng Jianwan raised his eyebrows, thinking that he might have heard it wrong. She and Meng Weixia usually only bickered and acted as if the other party did not exist, and never had any brothers and brothers.

But since she asked to go back together, Meng Jianwan did not refuse and took her to the parking lot. She stepped a big step, and Meng Weixia couldn't keep up, so she bit her lower lip and trotted along the way.

But Meng Jianwan did not get into his sports car at the first time. She searched around the parking lot and finally stopped in front of a familiar sports car for a while.

Meng Weixia didn't see what she was doing. After waiting for a while, Meng Jianwan came over, unlocked her lock, and sat in the driver's seat. Meng Weixia went around to the other side and sat into the passenger seat. Finally, she could breathe a sigh of relief and move her ankle.

It was already dark, the night was dark, the evening breeze blew gently, and the branches and leaves were shaking, as if layers of ink-colored waves were raised, accompanied by rustling sounds.

The sports car quickly passed through the garden, headed towards the wide road, and merged into the endless flow of traffic.

Meng Weixia hesitated for a long time, but still couldn't help but speak: "When did you know Xu Zhan?"

"Does it have anything to do with you?" When waiting for the green light, Meng Jianwan peeled a candy and threw it into his mouth. His teeth were lightly pounding the hard candy, making a slight sound.

Meng Weixia choked, her expression sank, and she pursed her lips for a while, but she asked unwillingly: "What's wrong with you and Song Yu? I think he is very special to you. Have you known each other for a long time?"

Others may not have noticed it, but she kept paying attention to Song Yu and watched him walk towards Meng Jianwan with his own eyes. He didn't know what he said in her ear, annoyed her and got a heavy blow. He bent down at that time, but he was not angry, and there was a smile on his face.

Afterwards, Meng Jianwan played cards with the young masters in the leisure area, and Song Yu was watching the game next to her, her eyes always on her face.

Thinking of those scenes, Meng Weixia felt panic and wanted to prove her inner thoughts. So she lowered her figure and suggested going home with Meng Jianwan, eager to get an answer from her.

Meng Jianwan was very thoughtful and turned around the questions asked by Meng Weixia in his mind and guessed it: "Do you like Xu Zhan?"

Meng Weixia glared: "What are you talking about?"

Meng Jianwan changed the candy in his mouth to the other side: "That's what I like Song Yu."

Sure enough, Meng Weixia did not retort so readily this time, but after all, she was a famous lady. When someone mentioned this topic, she would always feel embarrassed and said in awkwardly: "Can you not keep changing the topic? I will just ask casually, just forget it if you don't want to say it."

Meng Jianwan confirmed his guess and nodded: "You really have a bad vision."

Meng Weixia: “…”

The birthday party lasted until the early morning and the audience ended. The guests walked out in a sparse manner, as if they were not happy yet, and they held each other's hands and kept talking and laughing.

Song Yu followed Zhao Yichen and the others to the parking lot. Everyone drank a lot of alcohol, and their faces were drunk. The hotel sent a designated driver to take them back. A designated driver in a black suit and vest stood next to Song Yu's car with an anxious look on his face: "Mr. Song, when I came here, I found that your tire had a flat tire. Why don't you change to the hotel car to take you back?"

Upon hearing this, Song Yu woke up most of the time. He walked over in two steps. He looked at the dim lights in the parking lot and found that a tire was indeed sinking deeply.

It was still good when it drove over, how could it be...

Song Yu suddenly understood, and a helpless smile gradually appeared on his lips. For Meng Jianwan, it was impossible to write it off, and it would never be possible in this life.

He was still wondering how Meng Jianwan could have agreed so happily, and it turned out that he was waiting for him here.

The phrase "dead girl" doesn't count for a punch, but also stabbed him in a tire, which is very consistent with her style of conduct.

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Young Master Song: You may not believe it, I have been used to being abused :)
Chapter completed!