Song Yu didn't understand, but Liang Yuanyuan and Meng Jianwan were on the same front, so they kept silent and refused to explain too much to him.

Although she didn't understand the details, she didn't believe that Song Yu had no responsibility at all. It must be because he did something that made the girl misunderstand, and her heart was so dark.

It was nothing to have a crush on someone, and emotional matters were often uncontrollable, which was understandable to think about it, but people had to make trouble in front of Meng Jianwan, the empress of the Palace, and said something without any end. That would be very self-aware.

Liang Yuanyuan picked up the xylitol that Meng Jianwan had thrown in from the armrest box, poured out two pills and fed them into his mouth, chewed them and completely treated Song Yu as air.

Song Yu could feel that the atmosphere in the car was not right, but he didn't know the reason.

When he got home, Liang Yuanyuan didn't disturb them. He took new clothes back to his small guest room, closed the door, and isolated all the sounds outside, took a bath, applied a facial mask, and watched TV shows, and did not plan to go out again.

Meng Jianwan was silent all the way and returned to the bedroom without saying anything. Song Yu finally realized the seriousness of the problem. He held the elbows on both sides of her and pulled her in front of him: "What did I do wrong again?"

"Hmm? What?" Meng Jianwan pretended to be stupid, "No."

"Then why do you ignore me?"

"Aren't I talking to you?"

Song Yu was choked and could not find the flaws in her words. She was silent for a moment and returned to her usual hippie smile: "Then will we take a bath together later?"

Meng Jianwan: "Get your uncle, get out of here."

Song Yu let go of her hand and saw her pulling her slippers to the bathroom, slamming the door, and then a drizzle of water rang out inside.

He unbuttoned his watch and threw it on the table. After thinking about it, he looked at the bathroom door again, feeling inexplicable.

After waiting for a while, Meng Jianwan came out of the room while wiping his hair and wearing a loose nightgown. When Song Yu saw this, he didn't think about it anymore, took away the towel from her hand and took over her movements.

Meng Jianwan didn't refuse, and he was happy to enjoy it.

This is not the first time Song Yu has helped her wipe her hair. She is much more familiar than before. After wiping, she uses a hair dryer to dry it for her and uses her fingers to straighten out the knotted hair.

The buzzing stopped, and he threw the hair dryer aside, lowered his head to kiss her exposed neck. Meng Jianwan was caught off guard, shuddered, and turned his head to glar.

Song Yu took the opportunity to carry the person to the bed, with his nose pressed against the tip of her nose, and he didn't kiss him, and asked in a low voice: "What did Liang Yuanyuan say in the car mean?"

Meng Jianwan: "What does it mean?"

Song Yu retreated a little and stared at her face: "I'm stupid. She clearly had something to say to me, and you wink her, so she shut up."

Meng Jianwan bent his lips, he is indeed not stupid.

Song Yu kissed her upward lips: "Who did you meet during the meal? Why can't I let you know? If you don't say it, it will be calculated based on my rival. Did you meet a man who is dedicated to you?"

Meng Jianwan pressed his shoulder with one hand, pushed him aside and turned over. This was the feeling she wanted, rather than being examined by him in the posture of a weak person.

Song Yu was familiar with this position, holding her waist with both hands and urged: "Speak, which dog man?"

Meng Jianwan was arrogant and arrogant: "What a dog man, you're thinking too much."

"Who is that?"

"I won't tell you."

Song Yu frowned and was a little unhappy: "I deliberately didn't tell me, would I be jealous?"

Meng Jianwan smiled without saying goodbye: "You should eat jealousy even?"

"Um."

Meng Jianwan turned around and looked at him, his eyelashes drooped, and his expression was a little smile.

She was not angry with him, but she felt depressed when she thought of the woman he provoked. Just like in the apartment that time, she guessed that Sheng Yin might be interested in him, and could not control her emotions, and she got angry for no reason. Last time, when she learned that he had come back from Qin Yanglou, she did not stop her emotions and said a lot of sarcastic words.

At the moment, Meng Jianwan was stunned when he heard him talking about these things, and then realized that she was jealous???

It's impossible, how could she be so jealous? She spoke in front of Song Yu, and only dipped her vinegar when she was eating dumplings.

When Song met her, he was stunned and snapped his fingers in her ear: "Why are you stunned?"

Meng Jianwan's eyes flashed and he came to his senses.

"If you don't want to say it, forget it." Song Yu looked very good-tempered. He took his hands back from her waist, folded his arms, and pillowed behind his head. He looked at her with a look of enjoyment on his face, blinking, and the suggestive meaning was very strong.

Meng Jianwan laughed, turned over and got off him, lay on the bed, just like before, kicked him if he had anything to do, "Your sister said I spoiled you too much, and you have developed bad habits. I think about it, you are indeed a little arrogant recently, and almost killed me last night. You go back and sleep in the study tonight, I want to sleep alone."

Song Yu: "?"

Meng Jianwan: "Oh, don't cause trouble for Liang Yuanyuan, otherwise you will extend your sleep in the study indefinitely."

She is a very loyal person.

——

Meng Jianwan said the same thing, and Song Yu slept in the study that night.

The next morning, the new assistant Zhang Xinyou brought the driver to pick him up. When reporting the schedule in the car, the temperature in the car was more than two degrees lower than usual.

Assistant Xiao Zhang thought the driver had turned the temperature of the air conditioner too low, so he wanted to give a reminder, but when he thought that Mr. Song hadn't spoken yet, he was not his turn to speak, so he continued to report on his work.

It was not until he found that Mr. Song's face was solemn that he realized the reason for the stiff and cold atmosphere, and he did not dare to speak nonsense.

After finally reporting, Xiao Zhang's assistant broke out in cold sweat on his forehead. He took out his cell phone and sent a message to his senior Xie Yong, asking him to give him some advice.

Zhang Xinyou: "Manager Xie, I came to pick up Mr. Song this morning. He looked gloomy. Is there something wrong in the company? Do I need to deal with it in advance?"

Xie Yong is nominally a manager, but after following Song Yu for a year, he has more real power in his hands. He is so busy that he doesn't touch the ground every day. He goes to the company before working hours. When he sees news about Xiao Zhang's assistant, he takes the time to reply.

"The company is fine. Mr. Song should have been defeated by Mrs. Song. As long as you don't mention Mrs. Song, it will be fine."

Zhang Xinyou received the teachings and his heart was put back into practice.

Song Yu was busy for most of the day. At around 3 o'clock in the afternoon, he received a call from Yan Bei's cousin Yan Linxiao, saying that his wife came to the club to play and asked them if they were there in the afternoon.

Yan Linxiao has many industries under his name, so he doesn't mean to make money from the club. He only came to inspect it for ten days and half a month. When he came here this afternoon, he happened to meet Meng Jianwan, so he said hello to her.

She asked for the basketball court where Song Yu and the others often used to play basketball and went in alone.

Yan Linxiao thought she came first, and later Song Yu, Zhou Muyun and the others would come. He was busy with other things the previous few times, and had not played basketball with them seriously, so he wanted to join in the fun, so he called Song Yu.

Song Yu was stunned for a moment: "You read that right, did my wife go to the club?"

"Do you think my eyes are decorations? You don't even recognize the famous Meng Jianwan?" Yan Linxiao smiled helplessly, "I've come forward to say hello to her!"

Song Yu believed this time.

After hanging up the phone, he turned on the location and saw that Meng Jianwan was indeed in the Hurricane Club.

It happened that Zhang Xinyou came in with the documents and came over to remind him that there would be a department meeting in half an hour and he needed to listen to the report and make a decision.

Song Yu put on a suit jacket and said without looking back: "Let Xie Yong attend the meeting on my behalf. I'm a little bit away in advance. Put the documents on the table and I'll deal with them when I come back."

"I understand, Mr. Song, do you need it..."

Before Zhang Xinyou could ask him if he needed to let the driver drive out, Song Yu was gone in the office, so he had to swallow the words back.

——

Li Jinguang, the head of the basketball court, ran over to Zhang Minmin and told her that someone had come to the basketball court and asked her to go over and serve her.

Sheng Yin heard it from the side, suddenly raised her eyes, her eyes were shiny, and she looked straight at Li Jinguang, looking forward to it, "Will I go together too?"

Li Jinguang said: "No, it's enough for one person."

He just entered the basketball court and greeted him. Mrs. Song came here alone to play and left after playing basketball, so that he didn't have to prepare the things needed for the basketball game.

Sheng Yin looked at Zhang Minmin, but he wanted to speak but stopped.

Zhang Minmin understood what she meant. She often went to the basketball hall for service anyway. This time, she smiled and said, "Then let her go, I haven't finished it yet."

Li Jinguang had no objection: "Okay, no matter who you are, just come to me."

Sheng Yin gave Zhang Minmin a grateful look, turned around and ran out. Outside the basketball hall, she heard the thumping sound of the basketball hitting the ground, and her heartbeat accelerated.

I don’t know if Mr. Song has come this time, but he hasn’t come for a few days.

Last time she heard those young men say that he won’t come in the future, and it should be a joke. When their group of people get together, they like to joke with each other.

She didn't know much, but she knew a little.

Sheng Yin ran to the entrance of the basketball court and slowed down and walked in slowly. However, what he expected was not the scene of a few young masters playing basketball, but a slender and tall back.

Meng Jianwan slapped the basketball, took a few steps back, raised his hand to shoot, and the basketball fell into the basket. She ran over to catch it, retreated again, and shot.

After scoring three goals in a row, she was in a good mood. She patted the basketball and walked around the field for half a circle, raised her head and saw the frozen figure at the door.

Meng Jianwan grabbed the basketball and stood up, staring at Sheng Yin steadily, expressionless.

She was still thinking that if the person who came was not Sheng Yin, she would be more respectful to the girl. It seemed that she had overestimated the other party.

Sheng Yin didn't dare to step forward, and stood there biting her lips, her heartbeat still accelerated, but it was not because of excitement, but because of endless panic.

Meng Jianwan walked out of the three-point line and shot with his back to her. Unfortunately, he didn't score this time, and the basketball flew over the basket.

"What are you doing standing there? Didn't you pretend to behave in front of me yesterday? Why, it's in broad daylight, I'm afraid I'll eat you."

Meng Jianwan played the ball for a while, but it was so hot that he let the basketball go far away. He walked towards Shengyin, took the mineral water bottle in her hand and unscrewed it, raised his head and took a sip.

"Are you very disappointed? The person who came was not Song Yu." Meng Jianwan glanced at her and put his hand on her shoulder.

Shengyin was silent.

"What does not speak mean?" Meng Jianwan took a step back and looked at her with his head, "The students from prestigious universities are majoring in journalism. They are ranked among the top three in the department. With high scholarships, their parents owed nearly 10 million yuan in debt. They are all repayable by you alone. To be honest, I sympathize with you knowing this, but this is not an excuse for you to covet a married man, right? Or do you want to find someone to help you reduce the burden and target Song Yu?"
To be continued...