The car was parked in an open-air parking space on the side of the road. The dark night was not lonely. Neon lights were flashing across the street, shops were lined up and the lights were brightly lit. The noise in the bar could be heard from a distance, and I don’t know what exciting links there were again, and cheers kept coming.

Because of the bright lights around, the faces of both of them are very clear, and every expression change can be seen clearly.

Meng Jianwan suddenly coughed inappropriately, and his fingers pressed against Song Yu's chest: "Brother, let's discuss it, can you put me down first? Don't you feel tired if you hold me?"

"Not tired." After Song Yu finished speaking, she realized what she called her and sneered, "You can call your husband big brother."

As he said something teasing, he bent over and put her on the ground. The suit that was originally placed on his legs fell on the ground. Song Yu picked it up, shook the dust on it, and hung it on his arms.

He looked down at Meng Jianwan, not wanting to let her expose this question easily, leaning against the body of the car, and being in a stance that he would not get on the car without answering the question, and asked persistently: "Why?"

Meng Jianwan's eyes drifted to other places, and she repeatedly played with the mask in her hand. The gold fine powder on it made her hands full. She said lazy: "What's the reason?"

Song Yu breathed a sigh of relief and was almost angry to death by her.

"You said, you kissed me not to not want to pay, why is that?" Despite his chest being blocked, he still tirelessly helped her recall the problem just now.

Meng Jianwan's eyes turned back to his face, "Ah", as if he remembered: "You are talking about this, why else can you do, of course it's because-" She raised the mask in her hand and shook it in front of him, "I'm wearing a mask. Except for your good brothers, no one else knows who I am. No matter what I do, no one will count on Meng Jianwan's head. It was when I thought of this later that I fulfilled your request."

Speaking of this, she couldn't help but burst into laughter, like a child who had succeeded in the prank, with curved eyebrows and a cheerful laugh: "Zhou Laosan is right, those people probably think you like a little girl."

Song Yu looked at her and couldn't laugh. The heartless girl was still the one-man show he had been alone for a long time. He took out the car key to unlock it, and opened the car door: "Get in the car!"

Meng Jianwan closed the smile at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were still curved, and his natural peach blossom eyes were so beautiful. She held her hand against her waist and looked at him with her head tilted.

He was wearing a black shirt, with his head tilted, and the skin exposed on his neck was white and there was no flaw at all. The gold-wire-framed glasses were framed on his handsome and distinctive face, which made him look as if he was about to lose his temper and kill someone in the next second.

Meng Jianwan poked his arm, squinted his eyes and said in confusion: "You said I'll be angry and happy for a while. You're still in a state of turmoil and are talking. What's your temper?"

Song Yu was angry and said, "You are still angry." He couldn't tell whether Meng Jianwan said something just now, was deliberately teasing him, or whether it was the truth.

Meng Jianwan was not stupid. He knew why he had to seek an answer like a paranoid, and also understood what kind of answer he wanted to hear.

The breeze finally drove away the heat. She raised her hand and pulled her hair back, and her bangs were lifted up, revealing her smooth forehead. She was silent for about three minutes, not long, but Song Yu had calmed down and stopped asking, but still turned her head and said, "Get into the car."

Meng Jianwan took a step, pressed his back against the door frame of the passenger seat, pulled his tie and pulled the person closer, and hooked his other hand against his neck.

Song Yu leaned forward, held himself on the roof of the car with one hand, and looked at her with his eyelashes.

His eyes were too direct and too hot, making Meng Jianwan's heart twitch. After a while, she turned away from her eyes, and then looked back, using the half mask on her hand to block his upper half of his face.

Because the two holes left on the mask for the eyes were not aligned, Song Yu could not see anything. His eyes were pitch black. Before he could even open his mouth, two soft pieces were applied to his lips.

He had only felt this touch in a bar not long ago.

The next second, Meng Jianwan turned his head and put his lips on his ear, which was clearly a normal sound, but it was heard in Song Yu's ears with a sense of intrigue.

"Because it's you."

"Because I don't want to make you sad."

After Meng Jianwan finished speaking, he stopped looking at him, bowed and sat in the car. The mask was thrown into the armrest box and leaned against the backrest of the driver's seat.

Song Yudai stood there, the obstruction in front of him disappeared, and his eyes returned to a clear and clear state. He originally thought he was in a dream, but the sound of the car whistle sounded in his ears was so loud and the traffic in front of him was so clear that everything was true.

He touched his lips, and there was still a faint smell of wine on it, which seemed to be a little sweet.

What wine did she drink?

At this time, Song Yu was still in a state of distraction and thought about something else.

Meng Jianwan waited for a long time and saw no movement from the outside. Most of her body stuck out of the car and urged: "Can't you get in the car?"

Song Yu pursed his lower lip, closed the car door for her, walked around to the other side and sat in the driver's seat, without wearing a seat belt, turned to look at her side. She understood it enough, and he understood everything.

"Don't think this matter is over. Go home and see how I deal with you." Meng Jianwan glanced out of the car window with his head and said unhappy.

Song Yu doesn’t care whether he is cleaning up or not? It can be said that he is willing to accept it.

He lowered his head and laughed silently for a while, pulled up her hand hanging on her legs. Meng Jianwan turned his head and frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"

Song Yu didn't say anything, pulled the person over, pressed his palm against the back of her head, pressed his thin lips, and gave her a long and gentle kiss.

After a long time, Meng Jianwan rubbed his lips with the back of his hand, and his eyebrows were tighter than before.

Addicted to being amateur?

Song Yu was still silent. After fastening the seat belts for the two, he transported the car into the road, becoming a member of the weaving traffic, and driving forward slowly.

After soaking in the bar for an hour or two, the smell of alcohol was covered in alcohol, and the consequence of kissing people who had drunk too much was that the traffic police were the first to be suspected of being drunk.

Although Song Yu was a little helpless, he was very responsible for the work of the traffic police. According to the gesture made by the traffic police, he obediently parked the car on the side of the road and lowered the window on the driver's seat.

Two traffic police comrades wearing fluorescent green vests came over, bowed and placed their hands on the window ridge. Whether it was a limited edition luxury car or an ordinary car, they had to check it.

Song Yu showed his ID as required. The traffic police looked at him a few times, then looked at the person in the passenger seat. He was a sexy girl. He quickly withdrew his gaze and looked at Song Yu intently, concisely: "Have you drunk?"

Song Yu coughed and replied accordingly: "I didn't drink."

The traffic policeman leaned closer and frowned: "Don't the smell of alcohol in the car that's so big? Okay, I won't say much about anything else, just blow it up."

Song Yu glanced at Meng Jianwan, who turned his back to him, almost holding her back to him. She covered her face with one hand, not wanting to see anyone.

Song Yu laughed and waited for the traffic police to hand over the alcohol detector. He blew it very seriously.

The two traffic police officers stared at each other, but they didn't drink.

"It's okay, thanks for your cooperation."

The traffic police took the instrument and gestured to him, showing a little smile.

"Okay." Song Yu nodded, lifted the window up, drove the car back into the road, and took the energy to look at the person in the passenger seat.

He suddenly laughed out loud: "Don't hide, everyone has left."

Meng Jianwan sat upright with her neck covering her neck, leaning back on the back of the seat, and maintaining a position for too long, her neck became a little stiff and sore.

Her lips twitched, and she muttered with dissatisfaction: "Why do you fucking embarrassing things happen every time you are with you?"

"You're thinking wrong?" Song Yu said, "It's not embarrassing. The traffic police comrades were doing their duty and immediately came to check and interrogate when they noticed something strange. They didn't know what I did."

Meng Jianwan: "Shut up, don't donate your mouth."

Song Yu: "I can't refuse, I want to kiss you."

Meng Jianwan: “…”

Facts have proved that dog men like this can't give him a good look, otherwise they will just wait for him to get more and more arrogant, and take advantage of it. It doesn't matter whether this sentence has a scientific basis or not, it was understood by Meng Jianwan himself.

It was not too late for the two to get home. They happened to meet Aunt Du cooking midnight snacks. They stayed in the restaurant and ate a little before returning to the room.

Meng Jianwan did drink a lot in the bar, and the aftermath of the wine came up now. She rubbed her forehead and poured half a glass of water to relieve it.

Song Yu watched her pinch her waist, holding a large glass of water in her hand, taking a sip of it, and wandering back and forth, inevitably she was distracted.

"You said you should clean me up when you go home. Should I go take a shower first and then ask you to clean it up, or should you clean me first and then I will take a shower?" Song Yu said seriously.

Meng Jianwan stopped drinking water and turned to look at him, as if he had just remembered this: "Oh, I almost forgot to say this if you didn't say it."

“…”

Song Yu sat on the sofa and looked at her with his eyes raised, not afraid at all. If he hadn't forced himself to hold it up, he would have laughed out loud: "How do you deal with me?"

Meng Jianwan put the water cup on the table, kicked off the boots on his feet, and stepped on the ground barefoot: "Don't take it seriously, how can I deal with you? I want to kill you."

As she finished speaking, she jumped onto the sofa and pressed the person under her body. She grabbed his neck with her hands. Thinking back to the details in the bar, her brain was so clear that she could no longer wake up, and she shouted louder and louder: "You are so good. I was thinking that my own people would never make things difficult for me. You are quite bold and good at talking, you are very good at playing, kissing in public? Do you think I am easy to bully?! Let me tell you, Meng Jianwan, who has never suffered any loss when I walked in the world!"

She said as she pinched his neck and shook it, like a bully female bandit.

Song Yu turned his head and coughed.

Meng Jianwan let go of his hand, pulled his ear, and said sternly: "If you don't give you some color, you won't know your sister Meng is powerful!"

Song Yu didn't say a word and let her vent her anger.

Meng Jianwan scolded him for a long time, and his throat was about to burn. He stopped to take a breath and looked at the man beneath him, and his face remained unchanged.

It turns out that she has said so much is nonsense?

The moment Song Yu met her eyes, she immediately understood, changed into another expression, and said sincerely and seriously: "I must follow Sister Meng's teachings and never violate them again."

"Tsk, man's ghost, lie."

Song Yu paused and corrected her words: "It's a man's mouth, a lie."

Meng Jianwan was choking and was so angry that he covered his face with a palm, pressing his face to the left, lowering his head and biting it on his jaw.

Song Yu felt pain and groaned.

Meng Jianwan had bitten and stood up, wiped his mouth, turned over and got off him, fell on the sofa, and snorted coldly: "Now you're honest? Did your dad turn his mouth when you saw your mom scolding your dad?"

Song Yumeng for a second, raised his hand and touched his jaw, and was still stained with her saliva. He sat up on the sofa, bent one of his legs, and looked at the person beside him.

Her hair was not messy at all, and her little black skirt was still worn intact, sexy and charming. On the other hand, he himself had his tie loosely and his shirt was rubbed and wrinkled. He could tell that his hair must have been messed up by her without looking in the mirror, and there was a small tooth mark on his chin.

Song Yu rubbed his fingers against his nose and smiled.

Meng Jianwan glanced at him sideways. Before he could say anything, Song Yu rushed over and hugged her: "This is what you said to kill me, then you should kill me every day in the future, I'm happy."

Meng Jianwan never expected this situation. After a long time of trouble, she made herself so angry that she was out of breath, and Song Yu was like a joking person who was fine.

Meng Jianwan was furious: "Song Yu, your face is as thick as a city wall!"

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To be continued...