Meng Jianwan saw Song Yu looking at him for a moment, as if he wanted to eat people, and disagreed: "Why, I scold you, do you want to hit me?"

Song Yu remained silent, squinted his eyes and took a step back. After three seconds of her speech, he swooped over and jumped onto the bed, pressed the person tightly under his body, and pointed her forehead with the tip of his nose: "Why can I bear to hit you?"

Meng Jianwan was stunned by his actions. Is he a monkey? He jumped up and down, and did he still have a mature and steady temperament.

"Song Yu, please start with me."

Meng Jianwan tried to push it, but failed to push it. The man seemed to be covering a mountain. She took a breath and looked at him helplessly, wanting to ask if he was sick and said he wanted to take a shower. But when he walked halfway, he jumped back and climbed onto the bed. Did he make up his mind to be a monster?

Song Yu pinched her face and rubbed it: "I just want to know, what are you scolding me."

Meng Jianwan raised his hand to block his wrist, turned his head, and held back his smile and said, "Stop making trouble, go take a shower."

Song Yu avoided her hand, pinched her face relentlessly, and smiled with his lips: "Did you laugh?"

Meng Jianwan pursed his lips and said, "No."

"You're just laughing, I've seen it, don't refuse to admit it." Song Yu supported her elbows on both sides of her body, holding her face with both hands, and the smile on the corner of her mouth did not fade away, "Tell me about you, laughing for a while and getting angry again, which made me feel uncomfortable. Can't you give me some pleasure?"

"What's wrong with you? Call me Master in front of me?" Meng Jianwan walked around his back and beat him, frowned and urged, "Did you hear it, get up."

Not only did Song Yu not lift up, he bent his elbows, pressing all the weight on her: "It's okay to lift up, you can kiss me on your own initiative."

Meng Jianwan licked his lower lip and threatened: "Isn't you really going to get up?"

Song Yu leaned closer to her: "What can you do if you kiss me? Besides, you didn't kiss me on your own initiative. You took my first kiss away."

Meng Jianwan had never seen a man who was so petty. He had been reciting his first kiss for a long time, and he was still reciting his life.

"Song Yu."

"What are you asking your husband to do?"

Meng Jianwan grinned, very good. She had given him a chance, but he didn't know how to cherish life and insisted on challenging her authority.

While he was unprepared, she put one hand through his armpit and held his shoulders, pulled his wrist with the other hand, and threw the person on the bed with one force, and in a blink of an eye she gained the upper hand.

Meng Jianwan rode on him like a female general occupying a high ground, looking down at him with a condescending look, and his victory was full of victories: "Do you still dare to be arrogant in front of me? Ah? If you don't give you some color, you won't know how much you weigh."

She supported her shoulders on both sides of her shoulders and used a lot of force. Song Yu seemed to be nailed to the bed, completely suppressed to death, and was at a disadvantage.

Song Yu breathed a sigh of relief, and his knees were tilted and he didn't even take action to help him. He tilted his head and smiled at the person pressing on him: "You won."

"What are you laughing at? Are you sick?" Meng Jianwan said angrily.

The man's loose T-shirt was rubbed in a mess, and the hem was rubbed against his chest, revealing his tight and smooth belly. His hair was messy, his lips were dark, thin and sexy, and he was very confusing when he smiled with his head tilted.

Meng Jianwan patted his face, and I wondered how many times he sighed. No wonder the little girl liked it, she also liked it...

Song Yu pursed his lower lip and said shamelessly: "Don't just touch it, don't you kiss it?"

Meng Jianwan pinched his chin and said viciously: "Shut up, just have a good face but a mouth grows."

“…”

Song Yu held her hands against her waist and pulled the person into her arms. Meng Jianwan, the female general with his head high, was forced to lower his head, leaned on him with his upper body, his mouth was only two centimeters away from his face, and he breathed and tangled, intimate and ambiguous.

Meng Jianwan looked at him, subconsciously breathed, mocking him: "You have a lot of tricks and have been making trouble for so long, and they are both provoking and teasing, so just waiting for this."

"Ah, it's not easy for me."

Meng Jianwan turned his head and smiled, pinched his ear and pulled it to the side. Song Yu had to cooperate and tilt his head. The next second, a kiss fell on the corner of his lips.

Song Yu thought it was just this time, but he didn't expect that this was just the beginning.

...

...

It was very early in summer. When Song Yu opened his eyes, the outside was covered with golden morning light. He got out of bed with a very light movement, went to the bathroom to take a shower, and when he came out wearing a white shirt and casual pants, Meng Jianwan was lying on the bed and looking at his phone attentively.

Noting something, Song Yu's hand suddenly paused and looked at it. If he read it correctly, she was holding his cell phone in her hand.

Song Yu raised his eyebrows slightly, except for some surprises, and did not mind that she would check his cell phone.

He buttoned up the remaining buttons of his shirt, walked over, and when he got closer, he could see her flipping through his WeChat chat history.

This is very intriguing.

Song Yu sat down beside the bed. Seeing that she was motionless and was not embarrassed to be caught, she smiled and leaned over on her shoulder, looking at the screen of her phone: "What are you doing? Check me?" After saying that, he turned his head in this position and kissed her in the face. It was his instinct to take advantage of the opportunity.

Meng Jianwan was on his phone, and he didn't care about the secret kiss with him. He said casually: "I'll just take a look."

"No, you won't let you see it." Song Yu said, kicking off his slippers and squeezing it onto the bed, lying on her back with his hands on his head.

Song Yu is all friends in the circle on WeChat, and his work contacts are basically done by email. He doesn’t contact him through Xie Yong, and he doesn’t post much on WeChat Moments, and occasionally likes others.

The chat box at the top of the message column is Meng Jianwan. The notes are the same as the caller ID. The word "wife" is concise and clear. The following is the WeChat group of "Sixteen Young Masters in Beijing".

This group is very active every day, even now, the group is still jumping out messages.

Zhao Yichen is really idle. He can contribute hundreds of messages alone.

Zhao Yichen: "Do you still go to the club in the afternoon? Otherwise, you can take Lao Wei to another place to play."

Yanbei: "The temperature is too high today. Don't call me for outdoor activities, thank you."

Wei Qing: "I know you want to entertain me, but I want to visit relatives today and I can't play with you anymore. Let's go somewhere else, there are still several days before going abroad for business."

Zhao Yichen: "Then go to the club. You can also not play basketball or other events. I think it's enough to play baseball. The only drawback is that baseball is not easy to do collective activities."

Zhou Muyun: "If you don't play baseball, you can play basketball."

Zhao Yichen: "Okay, you are the third brother, you have the final say. Call Xiaoba and ask him if he is going or not. He always doesn't read the group news."

Zhou Muyun: "Xiao Ba won't go."

Zhao Yichen: "??? Why?"

Zhou Muyun: "He told me yesterday that he should not call him when playing basketball in the future, because he is not well-behaved."

As soon as these words came out, the group suddenly felt like a bomb was lost. It was quiet at first, but then it exploded after a moment.

Zhao Yichen: "Lying...trough? Why did you tell me about such an explosion now??? Is Xiaoba so weak? He has a bad waist at a young age? I didn't know whether to sympathize with him or laugh at him for a while."

Yan Bei: "Damn it, is it true or false?"

Qi Zheng: "Damn it, shocking news!"

Gu Shaoning took the opportunity to advertise: "Early treatment is better soon, but late treatment cannot be cured. Have you forgotten that I am an orthopedic expert? Xiao Ba? I will definitely cure you for your brother's friendship."

Immediately afterwards, Meng Jianwan saw a heated discussion in the group about "Song Yu is not good" and "Song Yu is not good", and some people even listed strong evidence, saying that no wonder he refused to play yesterday afternoon, and finally played two games and ended hastily. It turned out that the truth was like this.

Song Yu finished reading their chat without missing a word and gritted his teeth.

Zhou Muyun did it on purpose. He was so smart, how could he not even hear jokes? He just made a fool of himself because he didn't think about the excuse of not going to the club.

Meng Jianwan stared at the phone for a while, slowly turned his head, looked at the man lying on his side behind him, and showed a sincere questioning expression: "You... have bad waist? Don't you have bad stomach?"

It would be fine if others say this, Meng Jianwan, where did you get the courage to say such words?

Song Yu sat up, bent one leg, lowered his eyes to the person lying on the bed, and his hair was so angry that he was about to stand up: "Meng Jianwan, don't you know if my waist is good? If you have the ability, don't stop last night."

Meng Jianwan: “…”

Playing with the ball, it's a failure.

Meng Jianwan threw his cell phone on the bed. In this situation, she chose to escape: "I'm going to wash up. By the way, it's time, don't you have to go to the company? Oh my god, Xie Yong doesn't know how to call you to remind you, how do you act as an assistant? Go back and tell him."

As soon as she pulled up her slippers, she had not walked out yet, Song Yu picked up the person in the waist and threw it onto the bed: "Wait a minute, you can make it clear first."

Meng Jianwan also had a temper. He rolled his eyes and stopped pretending, and said with his neck in his arms, "Did I say this? Not what Zhou Laosan said? Why are you angry at me?"

"I...I..." Song Yu was blocked so much that he had nothing to say. He was obviously the party who was in charge of the crime. When she yelled, he turned into ignorance. "I'm going to get angry at you?"

"Okay, you didn't get angry, I was wrong." Meng Jianwan said, "Let me go, I'm going to wash up."

"Meng Jianwan, if you don't say this in the future, I'm prone to being stimulated."

Meng Jianwan stared at him and sneered: "I'm right, you're just a glass heart. If you say 'The waist is not good', you will be stimulated. Why are you so easily stimulated!"

“…”

Song Yu took a deep breath and told himself not to bother with her.

"You go and wash, I won't tell you anymore. Oh, I won't go to the company today. I'll go to the meeting in the afternoon and go out to play in the evening. Do you want to go?"

"Don't go."

Meng Jianwan got up from the bed and was grabbed by someone before he could even get off. She frowned and turned her head to glar at Song Yu. He looked at her with a serious look and said, "I must admit that I did something wrong."

Upon hearing this, Meng Jianwan felt a little sad, and he slapped his eyelashes and asked, "What's the matter?"

Song Yu glanced at her neck, touched the tip of her nose, and apologized sincerely to her: "I forgot again last night, I got a string of candied haws around your neck."

Meng Jianwan: “…?”

Am I fucking?

Song Yu hurriedly said, "Don't be angry, just a little bit under your neck, you won't see it."

Meng Jianwan shook his hand away, jumped off the bed and stepped on his slippers to look in the bathroom in the mirror. Song Yu's expected roar did not come, and there was no movement inside, which made him feel extremely confused.

He got up and walked over, stood by the bathroom door. As soon as he poked his head, his neck was tied up by Meng Jianwan. She said fiercely: "Are you here to find a fight?"
To be continued...