Meng Jianwan was afraid that he would say something to make people get goose bumps again, and it would never stop, so he quickly talked about it and revealed it: "Is it still snowing outside?"

As expected, Song Yu stopped talking. He quietly listened to the movement outside for a while. He could only hear the whistling wind, sometimes accompanied by rustling sounds. At a certain moment, he could also hear the crisp sound of snow crushing the branches.

"No." It was cold outside, and the temperature was below zero, but the room was very warm, especially when wrapped in a soft and comfortable quilt. Song Yu hugged Meng Jianwan on both arms, like a large stove that constantly emitted heat, enough to dispel any severe cold.

Meng Jianwan didn't care whether it was snowing outside. He heard this and just said softly, turned over and reached out to touch his phone.

The person behind her approached her, and her hot breath blew on the side of her neck, as the feathers swept across, bringing a slight itch and numbness.

Meng Jianwan pushed him with her elbow, and she felt a little hot, and her back seemed to be sweating and was tide-like. Isn't he hot?

Song Yu suddenly said, "Your hair smells so good."

“…”

What nonsense is this? She just washed her hair. Isn’t it just the fragrance of shampoo?

Meng Jianwan touched the phone and clicked it. Before he could see the content on the screen, he glanced at him sideways and said indifferently: "You are almost done. If you do it again, I see you are delusional."

Song Yu had an innocent expression and blinked. What did he say? Why did he get on the "One Again"? He... He suddenly realized, did Meng Jianwan think he was hinting at her?

"I'm just saying that your hair smells good, and there's nothing else."

"You'd better be like this."

“…”

Song Yu discovered that from when he started, he only had the image of a gangster in Meng Jianwan's eyes, which made him feel miserable and had nowhere to say.

Meng Jianwan didn't have the intention to play games. He flipped through the irrelevant news on his phone. The WeChat suddenly rang, and she clicked the message popped up from above.

Mei Sixiu heard that Lin Chunhua came to the Song family and asked her how she was in good health.

Meng Jianwan replied that everything was fine.

Mei Sixiu felt relieved and asked about Song Yu's leg again: "Has Song Yu gone to the hospital for a review? How is his leg recovering?"

Meng Jianwan replied: "It's not time to remove the plaster and it's still recovering. It's good, you don't have to worry. He is at home now and does nothing but resting, and he can be completely cured."

Mei Sixiu: "That's good."

Since Song Yu was discharged from the hospital, it was not convenient for her to visit the Song family, so she contacted Meng Jianwan on her mobile phone every now and then and asked about Song Yu's situation.

After Meng Jianwan replied to the news, he urged Mei Sixiu to go to bed quickly. She knew her routine and always went to bed early and got up early, and did not like to stay up late.

Song Yu lay on his side behind Meng Jianwan, very close to her, almost facing her face, so he could see clearly the content of her chat with Mei Sixiu, and for a moment he felt a little touched in his heart.

"I didn't expect my mother-in-law to care so much about me." He didn't know what to say, but finally sighed and said this in an understatement.

Meng Jianwan turned to look at him. His eyes were dark and deep without glasses, and light shone inside, soft and warm, with a little smile.

"Of course she cares about you. If your legs are not recovering well, there will be sequelae in the future. I will suffer from it. She is not the one who suffers from it. She is thinking of me." Meng Jianwan said frankly, without any scruples.

Song Yu choked and poked her face. He poked her soft face out of a shallow nest. He smiled, his tone was a little helpless and doting: "Yes, you're right." He just surrendered with a white flag.

Perhaps the temperature in the bedroom was too warm, which made people feel relaxed and comfortable and gentle. On the quiet night of winter, the two of them hugged the same quilt and whispered too beautifully. Song Yu accidentally thought of it further and blurted out: "When my mother-in-law married into the Meng family, did you object?"

Speaking of which, he didn't seem to know Meng Jianwan at all, even though they had already had such a close relationship. His past for her was based only on those rumors that he didn't know the truth or the false.

Many times, he wanted to chat with her, but he never had a chance. It seemed quite appropriate now, and it felt like he hugged her and whispered in the middle of the night.

Meng Jianwan put down his cell phone, turned completely to look at him, frowned slightly, puzzled: "Why did you suddenly ask this question?"

"It's nothing, it's just a sudden thought." Song Yu used his finger to push the sticky hair around her mouth and said softly, "If you don't want to answer, you can't say anything. Don't think too much. I'm really asking casually."

"What's wrong with this? Although I have had a resistant mind, I have never opposed her choice." She also knew very well that Mei Sixiu married Meng Weihuai just because she fell in love with this man, not because the man was rich or for something else.

She loves her biological father very much, but she cannot stop her mother from pursuing happiness again. It is not easy for Mei Sixiu to be alone. If she can have a man to take care of her in the second half of her life, being kind to her is of course more important than anything else.

In comparison, her ideas are not that important.

Sometimes being a human being can be selfish, but sometimes you have to consider more.

Meng Jian was a villain when he was twelve or thirteen years old. He knew more than ordinary girls of the same age, so he respected Mei Sixiu's choice and never even made a fuss.

Song Yu looked at her thoughtfully and heard her speak easily, but she only thought that she was still young at that time and her personality was not so tough, so it would be difficult to live in an environment like the Meng family.

Meng Jianwan raised his eyebrows and his eyes flashed: "What else do you want to know?"

"Do you tell me what I want to know?" Song Yu smiled and leaned against her face. The tip of his nose was almost about to hit her. As he spoke, his lips brushed across the corners of her lips from time to time.

Meng Jianwan didn't dodge, pondered for a while, and nodded.

She didn't think so. Anyway, the past has passed, and it cannot be called a secret for her. He just needs to know it.

Song Yu was stunned for a moment, his pupils dilated slightly, and his head moved back to see her expression clearly.

The bright light enveloped her delicate porcelain face, her long eyelashes were thick and curled, and with the blink of an eye, it seemed to scratch the tip of his heart, making his breathing tighten. The pointed Adam's apple rolled down, and a slight swallowing sound sounded.

Meng Jianwan's beautiful peach blossom eyes blinked, scratched his neck with his fingertips, looked at him in confusion, and patted his face: "Why are you stunned?"

After a long time, Song Yu bent the corners of his mouth and hid his inner shock: "No."

He was just... a little surprised, a little incredible.
Chapter completed!