"How did you recognize me?"

Meng Jianwan calmed down. In the groggy light, he looked at the man who suddenly appeared like a living person, with great confusion in his eyes and felt incredible.

She only bought the skirt she wore. Song Yu had never seen it before. She wore half a mask on her face, covering most of her face, and her nose covered her, only her mouth and jaw were exposed.

After Meng Jianwan changed his clothes in the rest room upstairs, he saw several little girls walking out wearing masks. On a whim, she asked them for one, mainly because she didn't want people to recognize her.

As for why you don’t want people to recognize you, you have to blame Song Yu, the shameless culprit.

The marks he made on her neck didn't disappear all day long. He could use the collar to block it with his T-shirt because the traces were in the lower position of his neck. As long as he didn't wear a low-collar outfit, it wouldn't be exposed. There was really no way to wear a suspender skirt.

If you wear a mask, others don’t know who she is, and it doesn’t matter if you see a kiss mark.

Despite this, she was still a little irritated, so she kept fiddling with her hair when she went downstairs, trying to cover it with her long hair.

Meng Jianwan touched his hair with his hand and suddenly realized: "Did you recognize me by your hair?" After all, her hair was quite distinctive, and the color was highlighted inside.

After saying that, she touched the location of her collarbone again: "Is it a tattoo?" It's also easy to identify here.

As a result, Meng Jianwan became a little discouraged. Why did she finally make a disguise and was recognized on the spot in a blink of an eye? Then wouldn’t it be the same as not wearing her mask?

Song Yu's eyes shot back and forth on her body like an X-ray, and finally stopped on her face wearing a mask. It was a dark blue mask covered with glitter powder and a black feather stuck to her ears.

Song Yu walked along the way and saw many people wearing masks, both men and women, so her outfit was not surprising.

"Who has seen your hair and tattoo?" Song Yu pointed to the position he was standing just now, "I was standing there. I noticed you as soon as you came upstairs. You can catch you by just a glance in the crowd. We have been sleeping together for so long, let alone wearing a mask, I can recognize you even if you wear a sack."

“…”

Meng Jianwan said "Oh" and hung his shoulders, feeling it was boring.

After Song Yu finished speaking, he stared at her, with his neck, shoulders, collarbone, and his eyes were down, and he was a pair of long legs that were praised by several people for being "played with legs in the New Year".

Meng Jianwan wore a mask. Others in the bar were not familiar with her and could not recognize her as Mrs. Song. She only thought she was the little girl who came to play. Her eyes were unscrupulous and she was thinking about some beautiful things in her heart.

Song Yu put his hand in front of him and unbuttoned the suit jacket.

Meng Jianwan glanced over and knew what he was thinking. He took a step back, resisted his eyes and said hurriedly: "You, you... don't take off your clothes, I won't wear your suit."

Song Yu: "..."

Song Yu's hand stopped, and his eyes were clearly distinguished by black and white, looking helpless.

Meng Jianwan raised his hand and patted his chest, wanting to smile: "I'm going to the bar to drink, you go and have fun with the third brother and the others. Be good, don't follow me."

She likes to visit bars, but she doesn't like to take her husband to visit bars.

If Zhao Yichen hadn't said "exciting game" today, she wouldn't have come.

She didn't know whether there was any exciting game, but she really liked the atmosphere of this bar. It was too spacious, like an ancient palace, and it would not seem crowded when you shuttle around, and it was difficult for people to find it in a while.

Song Yu stood in front of Meng Jianwan and did not move. She consciously gave in and said softly: "In this way, I can go over and look for you later, right? Let me play for a while."

Song Yu was unhappy and had no choice but to let her go.

Meng Jianwan's eyes lit up, and his pores all over his body relaxed, like a happy bird heading straight to the bar opposite.

The rows of cocktails were arranged neatly like Domeer dominos. They pushed down one of the small cups, poured them all into the large cups, and made a string of crisp and nice sounds, which were also beautiful in color, colorful, crystal clear and pleasing to the eye.

Meng Jianwan sat on a high chair next to the bar, knocking on the counter with his fingers, asking the bartender to mix bartender for himself.

The bartender's bartender's bartender looked very sophisticated, at least much more sophisticated than the young and young in Zhongcheng bar. After making a drink of cocktails other guests wanted, he handed out a drink order and asked her to order.

Meng Jianwan didn't look at the list in front of him, held his cheek with his hands, curled his lips lazily and smiled: "No need, make me a cup of your best bet."

The bartender was not old and tied with a red bow tie. He was shaken by the smile on her lips and said calmly: "Wait a minute."

On the other side, Song Yu watched Meng Jianwan arrive at the bar, sighed softly, walked through the crowd to the good guy, and chose a seat to sit down.

Zhou Muyun held a square wine glass in his hand. The smell of wine inside spread out and was very mellow. After a little smell, he knew it was high in concentration. He savored it carefully at the bottom of the cup.

Seeing him staring at the wine in his hand, Zhou Muyun shook his glass and said coldly: "Come on."

Song Yu shook his head: "No, I'll say I don't drink it."

Zhou Muyun pulled the corner of his lips, smiling as if he was smiling: "You have to drink it, but you don't drink it normally, but you can't drink it at the dinner party and then pour it out."

What he said was reasonable, but Song Yu insisted on shaking his head and refusing.

Zhou Muyun did not persuade him anymore and drank on his own.

Zhao Yichen said: "If Xiao Ba wants to drink, drink some low-degree drinks. You can't drink the third brother's wine. It's too strong. I just asked him to pour me a little, but when I drink it, I feel so burned in my stomach."

Song Yu still had the same two words: "Don't drink."

Among a group of people who were drinking and drinking, Song Yu sat alone, neither drinking alcohol nor water, like an alien. Every time he looked at him, he couldn't help laughing.

Zhao Yichen laughed, suddenly realized what he had overlooked, looked around, and said "Huh": "Where is your wife Xiaoba?"

Song Yu raised his chin and signaled to the bar: "Drinking over there, she won't let me follow you, she wants to play by herself."

It’s not good that the bar is too big. There are too many people in between. He knew that Meng Jianwan was right next to the bar. At a glance, her figure was blocked by layers of people. He had to stand up to see her head.

"Hahaha, it's Meng Jianwan." Zhao Yichen laughed loudly, suddenly remembered what happened in the morning, and went to Song Yu and whispered, "Tell me honestly, did you post the Moments in Meng Jianwan in the morning? I looked left and right, and the words didn't seem to be sent by Queen Meng, and she was also very loving. Her previous Moments were simply and rough and directly dumped pictures and videos, and she didn't post the text."

Zhao Yichen started to talk, and the others looked at Song Yu in unison, hoping that he could reveal the secret to them.

Song Yu turned his head and looked at them with the back of his head: "If you believe it or not, you will pull it over. She will come over in a while. If you don't believe it, ask her in person."

Everyone looked at each other and was stunned by his open attitude. They barely believed that it was Meng Jianwan's release.

Song Yu couldn't sit still after sitting for about ten minutes and wanted to find Meng Jianwan. She said it was nice, but after playing for a while, she came to find him. As a result, she had been so long that she was so happy that she couldn't find Bei anymore.

However, Song Yugang stood up, the lights at the scene suddenly disappeared, and Zhao Yichen's slightly excited voice sounded in his ears: "Have the good show begun?!"

There were people everywhere around, and the eyes were dark and the sight was blocked. Song Yu could only temporarily suppress his restlessness and sit back.

At this time, lights lit up on the stage ahead, and a man in a black suit walked up and held a microphone to announce the rules of today's game.

Later, the waiter will hand over the cards to the customers on the scene. All cards are loaded into the box in advance. The customer reaches in and draws one randomly. There are hundreds of different role-playing roles in it. The purpose is to let the audience in the audience have cards in their hands. If you use ordinary playing cards, it is obviously not enough and not fun enough.

The real way to play the game is to draw the king's people first, and you can make a request to draw the queen's cards.

No one here is ordinary, and there is no reason why you can't afford to play such a game. Even when you hear this, you are a little excited, thinking about what requests you would make if you draw the king.

Zhou Muyun was indifferent to the mood and was only concerned about tasting wine: "Isn't this an upgraded version of the big adventure?"

Zhao Yichen raised a finger and shook it in front of him: "This is not a big adventure. You can still drink if you can't complete the mission. Here, the king's request for the queen to complete it will have to pay the price. Please everyone present to drink."

Zhou Muyun was rich and arrogant, and he remained calm when he heard this: "Oh, that's it?"

Song Yu was not very interested in the game. When the waiter came over with the box, everyone else drew the card with great enthusiasm. Zhao Yichen drew the soldier and smiled embarrassedly; Yan Bei drew the rich man, smiled knowingly; it was Wei Qing's turn to take out the box, and his face changed as soon as he saw the card.

Zhao Yichen leaned over to look at it, and immediately laughed so hard that he leaned back and forth: "Haha, it's a shoemaker."

Wei Qing covered the card on the coffee table, picked up the wine glass next to him and took a sip, shook his head: "It's just that luck, I'm lucky I didn't play cards."

The box was handed to Song Yu. He didn't move, he turned his head and gave it to Zhou Muyun: "Third brother, please do it, I won't play."

Zhou Muyun was as kind as a stream of kindness. He reached into the box, grabbed a card with two fingers and pulled it out. He glanced at it casually and threw the card on the coffee table.

It's an earl.

Wei Qing leaned over and glanced at her eyes, and the corners of her mouth twitched, and he was the worst.

Zhao Yichen looked at Song Yu: "Don't let go, Xiao Ba, the third brother has been sucked. Is it appropriate for you not to suck alone? Maybe you happen to be the king. Meng Jianwan likes to play, so she must have sucked. If she is the queen, it will be interesting."

I have to say that Zhao Yichen is very good at it. Song Yu was moved by him. He closed his eyes and reached out to draw a card. He opened his eyes and lowered his eyes to look at it. His eyebrows immediately flipped and threw the card to Zhao Yichen: "I believe your nonsense."

Zhao Yichen held the card that flew to his chest with his hands, flipped it over and saw a big man tied with a white turban in the dark golden border, with a funny expression, and big beads of sweat on his cheek, with "farmer" written on the upper left corner.

Wei Qing glanced at him and finally felt balanced.

Zhao Yichen laughed and said, "Farmers are good."

Until everyone who was willing to participate in the game got the cards, the host took the microphone and looked for who was the king and who was the queen. The people in the card where Song Yu was looking at each other and said that it was nothing he had done, so it was more realistic to have a cup.

Song Yugan sat down with boring, and finally asked the waiter for a cup of boiled water in response to the ridiculous look of others, but the waiter stared at it several times.

The waiter said nothing, customers were the first, and went to find him boiled water honestly.

Meng Jianwan discovered that it was not unreasonable that the bar had a lot of traffic. The cocktails were really delicious, and the bartender could not find any mistakes when he made a few glasses for her. She tried the unmade pure wine, and there were several kinds that were deeply loved by her. When she drank, she threw the promise that Song Yu was going to find him.

Just now, the waiter came over to her with a big cardboard box and asked her to draw cards. She didn't pay attention to listening to the host on the stage. She didn't know what she was doing, or the bartender guy explained to her, saying that this was playing a game. She barely understood and drew a card from it, which said that it was a dessert shop owner.

Meng Jianwan held his head and laughed, and was quite satisfied with this identity.

However, the bartender said that only those who draw the King's card could make a request. Meng Jianwan instantly lost interest, threw the card aside, and continued to drink his own wine.

She pointed to the upper level of the wine cabinet behind, a transparent flat flower-shaped bottle, and asked the bartender: "What kind of wine is that?"

The bartender looked in the direction she pointed, and then explained to her that the wine was very strong, and it would be better for ladies not to drink it. At present, the young master ordered one on Wednesday.

Meng Jianwan raised his eyebrows, Mr. Zhou San, isn’t it Zhou Muyun?

"How strong is it?" She hadn't drunk any kind of strong wine. The more she said that, the more interested she became.

The bartender looked at her raising her red lips, as if she was eager to try, and laughed silently.

Meng Jianwan didn't wait for his answer, and was a little dissatisfied. He raised his neck and pointed to the bottle of wine and said, "Please pour me a glass, thank you."

The bartender was stunned: "Ms...."

Meng Jianwan raised his palm and interrupted him: "There is no reason why I don't do business that comes to my door. I just want to drink that bottle of wine. Just say whether you give it to me."
To be continued...