A group of young men had a great time chatting, and it was already past 7:30 when the meal was served.

The other people don’t find it strange to see Song Yu’s drinking too much. When pouring the wine, they will consciously skip him and pour it for the next person.

Wei Qing didn't know the reason, but he knew that Song Yu could drink alcohol. Seeing him drinking tea one sip after another at the dining table, without any drops of wine, he asked curiously: "Is Xiao Bajie drunk?"

Zhao Yichen was too talkative and quick. Before Song Yu could answer, he took the lead and said, "My wife is strict, and his wife will not let him drink."

Song Yu held up the chopsticks and pointed at him from a distance, giving him a warning look, telling him not to talk nonsense.

Zhao Yichen knew that he was nourishing his stomach and did not touch the alcohol, but opened his mouth and told Wei Qing that he decided to quit drinking because he was afraid that Meng Jiannian wouldn't have a chance. Isn't this slander?

Song Yu felt that Zhao Yichen was just waiting for an opportunity to take revenge.

Because he rejected his proposal to ask a few girls to sing a small song, this petty man, seeing that he was gentle, focused the artillery fire on him alone, why didn't he take revenge on Zhou Muyun?

Zhao Yichen was fearless and gave him a provocative look.

Song Yu picked up the teacup at his hand and took a sip of tea, saying "childish".

The tea in his cup was gone. Qi Zheng, who was sitting next to him, glanced at him, put down his chopsticks, looked at the door, and said, "I'll ask the waiter to come and pour you tea."

"Need not."

Song Yu refused in a cold tone, and got up to the tea room behind the screen. The small teapot was sitting on the cushion. A pot of tea that had just been brewed was filled with heat.

He picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup, and returned to the dining table.

Qi Zheng was stunned for a long time by his cold voice. It was not until he sat down again that Qi Zheng slowly came back to his senses: "Are you so excited by Zhao Yichen that you took a gun | medicine?"

Song Yu didn't want to explain so much, so he pulled the corner of his mouth and put the teacup next to him: "What's wrong, can I still not know about his mouth? I won't be angry about this little thing."

Qi Zheng smiled, knowing that he is not a narrow-minded person and is not very careful.

Song Yu put his elbow on the table and listened to the other people chatting on the dining table. Everyone here was his brothers, talking and chatting, and the atmosphere was relaxed and pleasant. He did not leave the waiter to serve tea and water in the private room like the last social event. The waiter was waiting at the door, and the people in the room came in after giving instructions.

This is not the first time Song Yu has encountered something like Sheng Yin. As long as the other party does not do too out of order, he will deal with it coldly. It is not good for anyone to say it. I hope that the girl can figure it out by herself.

Song Yu calmed down his thoughts, picked up a peanut from the Kung Pao chicken and put it into his mouth, chewed it carefully, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was slow to react, and he didn't notice it before.

Perhaps he hadn't paid much attention to Sheng Yin from the beginning, unlike Meng Weixia, whose intentions were too obvious, and he could not stand in front of him, making it difficult for him to ignore her purpose.

He didn't know what he had done, so that the girl Sheng Yin had a different thought about him. After reflecting on it, he seemed that he had never given her any expression. Besides, she had seen Meng Jianwan and should know that he was married...

Wei Qing suddenly mentioned Song Yu's name, and he suddenly came back to his senses, met Wei Qing's gaze, and was confused for a moment: "Hmm? What did you just say?"

Wei Qinan helped retell: "My brother asked you when the wedding will be held. You also know that we are abroad all year round, so you have to say such things in advance."

Song Yu suddenly lowered his eyes and smiled.

"What are you laughing at?" Wei Qing asked.

Song Yu almost counted how many times he heard of such a problem.

Not long ago, he and Meng Jianwan were on vacation abroad, and Hua Yuanjia said exactly the same thing. They probably thought that he and Meng Jianwan had not held a wedding yet, so they must have prepared enough to hold an unprecedented grand wedding. However, they were going to disappoint them.

In the past, Song Yu would make a few perfunctory words and say that he would definitely send you invitations in advance, but it would be meaningless to say too much.

He simply did not hide it. No one was outsider. He told the truth: "I want to hold a wedding. My wife thought it was troublesome and refused to agree. It would be impossible to coax it."

Meng Jianwan always said that she had nothing to do when she was unwilling to do. Not to mention being soft and hard, even if she acted cute, she would not be useful.

"That's not simple." Zhao Yichen had his own way to deal with women, and immediately came up with an idea for him, "You prepare the wedding scene in advance, and everything is ready, and then trick Meng Jianwan to the scene. Once you wear the wedding dress and play music, will this wedding be done? No matter what Meng Jianwan does, he will not give you face in front of all the guests, right?"

It’s not that he had never been with Meng Jianwan. This strange woman has a hot temper and speaks with a sense of heroic spirit, which most people can’t resist. However, she is definitely not as arrogant and domineering as the rumors outside. She has her own principles of acting.

"What bad idea did you come up with?" Song Yu said, "Aren't you let me deceive her? I can't do it."

Zhao Yichen raised his chopsticks and shook them, disagreed with his point of view: "How can this be called deception? This is obviously a carefully planned surprise! Believe me, women like surprises."

Song Yu replied seriously: "Well, women like surprises, but not Meng Jianwan." He dared to act arbitrarily without discussing with her. She took care of his face and might not say anything on the spot. When there was no one in private, he would definitely not be able to take it away!

Zhao Yichen shook his head, and was so angry that he couldn't stand it: "You are just one word - cowardly! I was cowardly when I was in love, and even more cowardly after getting married. Now I'm so cowardly that I can't even see it."

Song Yu wanted to kick him, but he couldn't kick him through half a big round table.

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As Song Yu expected, the meal ended very late and it didn't end until after nine o'clock. The group was not happy yet, so they continued to talk about topics at the dinner table in the private room.

Song Yu did not leave the scene without disappointing her, and accompanied them all the way, occasionally interjecting a sentence or two, and spent the rest of the time tasting tea. Zhou Muyun was similar to him, and he talked less, and was mostly silent.

The real ending is past ten o'clock.

Perhaps it was because I heard a lot of things about love recently that Zhou Muyun was infected and felt a little emotional. Taking advantage of the gap between going downstairs, he asked Song Yu inadvertently: "How did you find out that you fell in love with Meng Jianwan?"

Song Yu was stunned.

This kind of question is not what the young master of Gaoling Flower on Wednesday would ask, and it really shocked him.

After a long time, he said seriously: "It's really hard to say about love. If you want to be moved, you must have been a little interested in her. I really realized that liking may be a moment. For example, when she was on the court, I felt very eye-catching. At that time, I was moved and wanted to bring this pot of flowers into my home."

Zhou Muyun asked: "If you meet another eye-catching person, you want to take it home?"

"No." Song Yu gestured for a moment, narrowing his black eyes slightly, wondering if he could understand his thoughts, "How do you describe it to you? When you really like someone, she is a unique existence. Even if there are people in this world who are more beautiful and more eye-catching than her, they are all clouds. You just want her. This is the answer given by your heart. It is not based on the rationality of your brain to judge whether this woman is better or that woman is better. If it doesn't exist, it is her."

Zhou Muyun didn't know if he understood it, but he had been silent for a long time anyway.

Just when Song Yu thought the topic had passed, Zhou Muyun suddenly asked again: "You say, in this world, two strangers who have only met once, how likely are they to meet again?"

This question is beyond Song Yu's understanding.

He slowly showed a puzzled expression: "Ah...?"

Zhou Muyun's eyes were unnatural and he said casually: "...Forget it, pretend I didn't ask."

Song Yu suddenly raised a palm: "Wait a minute, I can answer this question. It depends on God's arrangement. Think about it, Meng Jian entered the Meng family at the age of 11 or 2. It is considered a person in the circle, but I haven't seen her once. After returning to China, I saw her at the airport for the first time. Later, there were more intersections. This was all God's arrangement."

Zhou Muyun glanced at him with a slanted eye. He was always cold and couldn't help but say, "I heard you nonsense."

He looked at Song Yu with a look of "Don't think I don't know" and then said, "Who doesn't know about that little thing between you and Meng Jianwan? Aren't God's arrangements all the encounters you deliberately created? Chasing others all over the world, and people hiding back to their hometowns and never avoiding your claws."

“…”

Song Yu waved his hands and stopped talking to him. It was boring to talk about emotional issues with people who were too clear-headed.

Everyone else walked towards the parking lot, either calling the driver or calling the driver directly. Song Yu stood there without moving, playing with a bunch of keys in his hand.

Zhou Muyun walked out a few steps and looked back at him: "Don't you leave?"

"You guys go first, I've packed something." Song Yu said.

Zhou Muyun had a meal, no need to ask, he must have brought something delicious for Meng Jianwan. He withdrew his gaze and walked forward, recalling Song Yu's words.

God’s arrangements are believed by the genius.

Song Yu stood in the lobby of the restaurant, leaning against the counter, tapping his fingers on the edge of the counter. After waiting for five or six minutes, he caught a slim figure from far to near.

He turned his head slightly and saw Sheng Yin walking quickly with a kraft paper bag.

Song Yu lowered his eyebrows and laughed sarcastically. It’s not that he thought too much. There were so many waiters in the restaurant, but she sent them here. What else could it be if it wasn’t intentional?

"Mr. Song, the meal you want is ready."

Sheng Yin held the handle of the kraft paper bag with her tender white hands and handed it to him. Her eyes were filled with water and looked clearer under the light.

Song Yu held the side of the paper bag and took it over and looked inside. The inner layer of the kraft paper bag was oiled paper to prevent it from leaking. It contained two transparent packaging boxes.

He wanted fried hairtail and crystal elbows.

Song Yu thanked him alienatedly, and left the hall with a paper bag. When he walked down the steps, Sheng Yin chased after him and called out hurriedly: "Mr. Song."

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What God’s arrangement is obviously the arrangement of my mother!
Chapter completed!