The door of the house is really not far from the elevator door, and you will be there in a few steps.

Song Yu stopped in front of the door, thinking about how to free his hand to unlock the lock, Meng Jianwan patted him on the shoulder and jumped off his back. He stood up straight and pressed his fingertips against the door handle. He heard a beep sound, and the door lock opened.

The two walked in one after another.

Song Yu turned on the lights in the house. The bright white light filled the living room. The air had a faint smell of detergent, which was very fresh.

"You go upstairs to take a shower first, I'll call my mother and say it." He bent down and pulled out a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet and placed it at Meng Jianwan's feet.

Meng Jianwan kicked off his shoes and pulled his slippers upstairs.

Song Yu took out his cell phone from his pocket and called Liang Rushui. It was getting late, and I don’t know if his family members had gone to bed.

Liang Rushui was still watching the drama and quickly answered the phone. He heard Song Yu say, "Wanwan and I won't go back to sleep anymore, so there is no need to let Aunt Du leave a door for us."

Liang Rushui was used to this: "Oh, I got it. Are you still playing outside?"

Song Yu clamped his cell phone with his neck and shoulders, bent down to take off his sneakers, and said, "No, we're home, Wanwan takes a shower upstairs."

"Okay, I'll ask, I'll hang up."

Song Yu changed out of his other shoes, took his cell phone and got up on the stairs.

The sound of water came from the bathroom, and a slight echo sounded in the slightly empty house. Song Yu lay halfway on the sofa with his arms pillowed and closed his eyes to rest.

Meng Jianwan tied up her long hair and poured her warm water down. She became clearer and smiled suddenly, feeling that she was making a big fuss.

When did she become so unrestrained?

Regardless of whether Sheng Yin likes Song Yu or not, what does it have to do with her? Let’s take a step back, even if Sheng Yin really likes Song Yu, she can’t do anything to others. There are more women who like him. Isn’t Meng Weixia a good example?

Meng Jianwan figured this out and threw it behind her in a blink of an eye, no longer trying to speculate. She was not a shy person at all, and her best thing was to convince herself.

After taking a shower, her skin was soft and smooth. Meng Jianwan wiped the water droplets on her body, put on her pajamas and went out. He saw Song Yu lying on the sofa at first sight.

"I'm done washing." Meng Jianwan raised his hand and pulled off the hair ring. His long hair was dispersed. Because it was too tight, the hair was curled up, and she grabbed it with her hands.

Song Yu opened his eyes and watched Meng Jianwan tilt his head and fiddle with his hair, his neck was slender, his skin was like a peeled egg, he was wearing short-sleeved shorts, his arms and legs were white and tender.

His eyes flashed, he coughed softly, and said, "When you go in later, the water vapor inside has not dissipated and it is very hot."

Meng Jianwan heard something was wrong with his voice, so he pushed his hair behind him and looked at him. He sat upright with his upper body, putting his sports jacket on the backrest of the sofa, wearing a simple white T-shirt, and the broken hair on his forehead was a little messy, either raised or drooped in different directions, giving him a casual and natural handsome look.

She curled the corner of her mouth, turned her eyes away, kicked off her slippers and climbed onto the bed, and didn't bother to play with her phone, and lay in the quilt.

Song Yu waited for a few seconds, but didn't see any movement in her. He smiled silently, got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

There was a rustling sound, and the man came out from inside, holding a towel in his hand to wipe his hair. Knowing that Meng Jianwan was not asleep, he stood by the bed and spoke to her: "Is it my illusion? Why do I feel that since I entered the elevator, you have been weird. Are you worried?"

Originally, Meng Jianwan decided not to think about this anymore, but unexpectedly he mentioned it again. She naturally remembered Sheng Yin's pure and lovely face again.

I came here to deliver my cell phone at night, and no matter how I thought, I felt it was indescribable.

She could clearly hand over her mobile phone to the property downstairs and ask the property to help hand it over to Song Yu, but she took it to the club, which shows that she wanted to hand it over to Song Yu himself...

Meng Jianwan's mind was a little confused. She was indeed not suitable for thinking about such things, as she was prone to knots.

When she met Song Yu's eyes, Meng Jianwan didn't stop her temper for a moment, and whispered, saying angrily: "You are weird, you are weird everywhere!"

Song Yu's hand wiping his hair paused, and he clearly felt that her words had brought Wuming's fire, and he was confused: "Where did I provoke you? I just care about you and ask you, why did you get angry at me? I did nothing wrong... Ah, I understand." Halfway through his words, he suddenly realized, "I heard that women will feel unstable when they have menstruation, and they are prone to irritability and tantrums."

“…”

Song Yu wiped his hair dry, put the towel back into the bathroom, and lay on the bed to coax people: "It's wrong for me, I shouldn't say you are weird. You should be uncomfortable and in a bad mood."

Meng Jianwan's expression was hard to describe. When he said this, she seemed to be unreasonable.

Dog man.

Dog man attracting bees and butterflies.

When Song met her indifferently, she arched to her side like a large animal, and reached out to her hand and pressed it against her belly, wanting to rub her and relieve it, but she was not sure where she was: "Which place hurts? A little above the lower abdomen or a little below?"

Meng Jianwan was itchy and wanted to laugh, but she held it back, pursed her lips, and couldn't bear it for a while, and pushed her elbow away from his hand: "I don't hurt anywhere, you don't have to rub it."

Song Yu paused for two seconds: "Ah? Doesn't it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

"But..." Why did your temper suddenly become worse? Isn't it because of your stomach ache?

Song Yu braked in time and swallowed back the question that he had not asked.

Meng Jianwan thought he didn't believe it, so he emphasized: "I told you before that I don't have stomachache every time I have menstruation, but only occasionally."

Song Yu observed her expression, and she didn't seem to be pretending. She didn't insist on rubbing her stomach, but her hand was still pressed against her waist, trying to get away with it.

Meng Jianwan narrowed his eyes: "It's hot, are you hot?"

"Isn't this the air conditioner turned on? The temperature is very comfortable, not hot at all." Song Yu pretended not to understand her hint, and smiled with a charming smile on the corners of his lips.

Unfortunately, Meng Jianwan was already immune to his handsomeness, so he grabbed his hand and shook it away: "Stop making trouble, if you don't get hot, I'm hot, I'm going to bed."

She would have been sleepy on the way home. If she hadn't been talking to him, she would have fallen asleep long ago.

Song Yu sighed, pressing his thin lips against her ears: "I can't sleep."

Meng Jianwan wanted to say that if you can't sleep, just play with yourself. Just don't disturb her, but the next second, Song Yu kissed her on the face, and then kissed the corner of her lips again, turning to her jaw. When she was not aware of it, he attacked her lips again.

"Song Yu, you are a pervert." Meng Jianwan cursed.

Isn’t he trying to do bad things like this?

Song Yu took a breath and looked at him with his head tilted his head. The light in his eyes flickered and darker. He could see that he was enduring. He did not hide his thoughts: "I have thought this way since you came out of the shower."

“…”

abnormal!

Song Yu grabbed her hand and kissed her on the back of her hand. He raised his eyes to look at her. His narrow eyes were deep and desireful. In the warm light of the wall lamp, the black water was bright and could eat people.

Meng Jianwan was not a simple little girl. He understood what he meant when he grabbed his hand and cursed shamelessly.

"Don't think about it, I won't."

Song Yu responded slowly, blinked his eyes gently, and expressed his doubts: "Wanwan, you can fly a plane, you can't fight..."

Meng Jianwan: “…”

She indeed underestimated his shamelessness.

"Song Yu, you say another word, I will be assassinated tonight." Meng Jianwan threatened.

Song Yu frowned, frowned, his nose and his mouth raised. Although he didn't speak, his facial features were resisting.

——

Song Yu has not been busy recently. In his spare time, he invited three or five friends to go to the tea room to have tea, go fishing in the suburbs' reservoirs, and go racing in a car.

Meng Jianwan sometimes accompanied him, but most of the time he spent having fun on his own.

Although those young masters were commonplace for the appearance of the two of them together, Meng Jianwan did not want to leave someone with an image of "even her husband's private space."

Of course, in fact, it was not that she wanted to occupy Song Yu's private space or that she didn't want to stick to him. Most of the time, Song Yu begged her to accompany him.

After lunch with the staff of the nail salon, Meng Jianwan went back to the store to rest, but he received news from Song Yu.

"You have never met two friends who have returned from abroad. They are playing in the club in the afternoon. Do you want to come?"

Meng Jianwan was not interested in meeting strangers and replied: "Don't go."

Song Yu: "Okay, I'll come over to pick you up tonight."

Meng Jianwan: "Okay."

She put down her cell phone, looked at her nails, and took advantage of the afternoon work hours, occupying one of the tables and starting to do manicures for herself.

Tao Ran and several other manicurists chatted together and took the time to glance at her: "Wow, boss, you rarely make these red nails, it's amazing."

Meng Jianwan said without raising his head, "It's just a fun thing." He paused for a moment and talked about the serious matter. "There are a few pictures I have drawn recently on the tablet. Remember to export them. You can try to do them. It's a bit difficult."

It's working hours now, and Tao Ran didn't want to ask for work, so she rubbed her temples: "Let me finish this cup of tea first, and I'll go and see it later."

Meng Jianwan has always been tolerant to his employees and said casually: "Whatever you want, you can do it any time you want."

She applied the nails of her ring finger, and something suddenly flashed in her mind. She grabbed her phone and took a look. Song Yu was going to play basketball at the Hurricane Club in the afternoon?

Isn't that Shengyin there too?

Several days passed, and she almost forgot about this.

Meng Jianwan pressed the lock screen and continued to apply his nails as if nothing had happened. Tao Ran covered one of his eyes and screamed: "My God, you've painted it in a crooked way."

When Meng Jianwan saw it, he accidentally applied it to the edge of his nails. The red nail polish hit the edge of his nails and rubbed it with the brush head, making it a mess, which was terrible.

"Damn it, your uncle, hurry up, I didn't take off the nail polish, find me a bottle." Meng Jianwan threw down the nail polish brush head and raised the unpainted hand.

Tao Ran: “…”

Tao Ran put down the cup and quickly took her a bottle of nail polish. Meng Jianwan wiped her nails clean, frowned and picked up the brush head again to apply.

Tao Ran looked at it for a while and reminded him: "Why should I help you? Do you want red light? Or should you use red as the background color and draw other patterns on it?"

Meng Jianwan finished applying one hand, put it under the manicure lamp, placed his other hand on the table, and followed her advice: "Play this hand for me."
To be continued...