Song Yu has been busy with work recently and has not forgotten to prepare for the wedding. He has to personally control some of the process details, so the guests and menu will be left to Liang Rushui for solving them.

Regarding the location of the wedding, Song Yu asked Meng Jianwan a long time ago, and she meant to be held in China. This answer was as expected by him. In fact, it was good to hold it in China, with many relatives and friends, and it was convenient for them to attend. And the villagers in Lin Chunhua's hometown have long been attending the wedding.

One night, Song Yu was not too busy and came back early. After dinner, he went to the study to read the wedding-related information. He has set a few wedding venues, and he wants to consider it again.

Meng Jianwan came up to deliver him a midnight snack at Aunt Du's order. As soon as she put down the tray, Song Yu grabbed her wrist and let her sit on his lap. Meng Jianwan frowned: "Let me go, what's your virtue?"

"Don't move, let me show you something." Song Yu held her waist in time.

The computer in front of me was turned on, and the screen was facing Meng Jianwan. There were several alternative wedding venues on it. The text version and pictures were combined, and various details were clearly visible.

"I selected these places. Where do you want to do it?" Song Yu asked.

Meng Jianwan stopped struggling, held the mouse next to the computer and pulled it down, took a look at it roughly, and gave his personal opinion: "Yunze Hotel is very good. The venue is so big, and it is more than enough to hold a wedding. There are so many entertainment facilities inside, so I can have fun at night."

Song Yu was a little surprised, stunned for a few seconds, and said uncertainly: "Do you want to hold a wedding in your own hotel?"

Meng Jianwan didn't think there was any problem with this: "No?"

"Yes, yes, aren't you afraid it's not grand enough?"

Song Yu leaned forward, put his chin on her shoulder, and his palm covered her back. He clicked to check the details of the resort hotel. In fact, there is no need to check it out. Although Shifeng Yunze Resort Hotel has not passed by his hands, Song Xiaozheng has given him every plan from construction to completion. He gave him a lot of suggestions during the construction.

Song Yu clicked on one of the panoramic pictures, which was the night view of Yunze Hotel. The lights were bright and continuous, and the sky palace was as gorgeous and majestic as it was, and it really did not lose its class.

He pursed his lips and stared at the computer screen as if thinking, and a plan was roughly formed in his mind, hoping that the entire resort hotel would be beautiful during the day.

"Okay." Song Yu knocked her shoulder with his chin, "If you like it, let's hold a wedding here. Speaking of which, you haven't been there yet, it's really new to you."

The site was finalized, and as for how to arrange it, you can wait until the weather gets warmer after the New Year before construction starts.

Meng Jianwan got up from his lap and pointed to the midnight snack on the table: "Aunt Du thought you were working, so he asked me to deliver food to you. It turns out that you are wandering around."

Song Yu moved the soup from the tray to him and took a sip with a spoon: "How can a big event like a wedding be called a walk away? It's as important to me as work."

Meng Jianwan: "You think about it slowly, I'm going to play games."

She pulled her slippers back to the room, sat cross-legged on the bed, took out her phone and entered the game, but the scene she had just seen on Song Yu's computer flashed through her mind.

It can be seen that he is really attentive. There are several alternative options for the wedding venue alone, not to mention the details of the wedding process. She couldn't help but reflect, is she a little worried?

Meng Jianwan shook his head and focused on playing games.

Liang Yuanyuan suddenly sent a message and jumped out from the top of the screen. Meng Jianwan paused his finger and clicked on the message. The interface automatically jumped to WeChat.

Liang Yuanyuan: "Have you selected the bridesmaids at your wedding? How many are there?"

Meng Jianwan: "You have seen all the girls in my shop."

Liang Yuanyuan thought about it and found that there were many girls in her shop, but she didn't know if each of them was a bridesmaid: "Oh, I just wanted to remind you that my brother's friends must be rushing to be the best man. There are too many groomsmen, so we can't lose the momentum here."

Meng Jianwan: “…”

Just holding a wedding, not a war, does it still pay attention to momentum?

Liang Yuanyuan worried, "Don't believe me. If you don't find a few more bridesmaids to block the door. When they come to pick up the bride, wouldn't it be too easy for them to break in?"

Meng Jianwan: "Why do you need to block the door?"

Liang Yuanyuan: “…”

Liang Yuanyuan felt that it was not understandable to Meng Jianwan. Has she seen other people's wedding scenes? On the day of the wedding, the groom had to bring a group of groomsmen to pick up the bride. The bridesmaids had to set up various levels to block the door in advance so that they could complete the task before they could pick them up.

Liang Yuanyuan explained to Meng Jianwan for some reason, but what she didn't expect was that Meng Jianwan said lightly: "It sounds so complicated. I don't want these for my wedding."

Liang Yuanyuan shouted: "No! There must be one, and my brother can't easily pick up the bride!"

Meng Jianwan: "I'll send a screenshot of your words to your brother."

Liang Yuanyuan: “…?”

Meng Jianwan lied to her, she curled her lips and smiled, and said in a voice: "Since you have so many ideas, wouldn't it be perfect to use it when you get married?"

Liang Yuanyuan continued to remain silent. She was still in school. I don’t know when she would have to wait for her marriage! Meng Jianwan was so annoying, how could he bring the topic to her!

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What comes before the wedding is the festival of family reunion - New Year's Eve.

Meng Jianwan heard a ping-pong sound from downstairs early in the morning. She turned over in the quilt and buried her in Song Yu's arms. She obviously hadn't had enough sleep. She looked sleepy and muttered vaguely: "Why is it so noisy?"

The quilt was warm, and Song Yu didn't want to get up. He had long hands and feet and trapped Meng Jianwan in his arms: "This year my aunt is coming to her house for the New Year, and it will be here in the afternoon. The family should be preparing."

Meng Jianwan said "ah" in confusion, raised his head and squinted his eyes at him: "Aunt?"

Song Yu said: "You haven't seen her before. She and her husband settled in the United States and rarely returned to China. They haven't come back for a whole year this year. They just want to make time to spend a while in China during the Spring Festival."

Meng Jianwan remembered that there was such a person, but she had never seen him before, and she rarely heard from Song Yu.

As a result, the Chinese New Year will be lively this year, with two old ladies, Song Xiaozheng, Liang Rushui, Meng Jianwan, and Song Yu, aunt and uncle who have returned from abroad.

Everyone was busy, and it was not good to hide in the bedroom. Meng Jianwan struggled in the quilt for a while, lifted the quilt and rubbed his hair and said, "Get up."

The two washed up and went down the stairs.

There was a wooden cabinet in the living room. What Meng Jianwan just heard was the sound of moving the wooden cabinet. There were bright bouquets of flowers on it, and water droplets were sprinkled on the petals, which made people's eyes lit up. There were two newly bought paintings and new calendars. Flowers were also placed elsewhere, and bright red window flowers were pasted on the window glass, which was full of joy.

In recent years, New Year's Eve has become less and less festive, and it has become more and more dull. These decorations at home have indeed added a lot of festive atmosphere.

Liang Rushui saw the two of them coming downstairs and put a beautiful vase on the coffee table: "Have you disturbed me?"

Meng Jianwan shook his head: "No."

Liang Rushui: "Then let's have breakfast. After you two, you two posted the Spring Festival couplets. I discussed the recipe for the New Year's Eve dinner with the two old ladies, so that Aunt Du would not be busy with her own work."

This is to mobilize the whole family. Meng Jianwan had no objection and nodded in agreement.

The whole family sat together and had a hearty breakfast. After eating, they were all busy. Song Xiaozheng sorted out the miscellaneous items in the side hall and made tea. He was considered a logistics staff member. Liang Rushui and the old ladies prepared ingredients, but Aunt Du seemed to be free and became a helping hand for them.

Liang Rushui turned his head and said, "By the way, Wanwan, Spring Festival couplets are in the cabinet near the TV in the living room."

Meng Jianwan: "I understand."

She opened the cabinet and saw a big red box embroidered with the word "Fu" in it. It should be the Spring Festival couplet. She took it out and placed it on the long dining table.

Song Yu was wearing a pure black wool sweater, casual pants, rolled his sleeves to his forearm, held a knife in his hand, cut the Spring Festival couplets from the middle, and placed them according to the classification of what should be pasted in each door.

Meng Jianwan leaned against the table, supported the edge of the table with his hands, and looked at him sideways. The thin and soft wool sweater could not cover his figure at all. His wide shoulders and narrow waist were visible, his forearms were smooth, his fingers were slender, he folded the Spring Festival couplets in half, pinched the hilt of the knife and pulled them over, without any pause in the middle, and his movements were crisp and neat and beautiful.

Song Yu finished sorting out all the Spring Festival couplets and hung them on Meng Jianwan’s arm: “Stick them from the first floor, look at them, don’t get rid of the horizontal banner.”

Meng Jianwan curled the corner of his mouth: "I understand, I'm not a child."

Song Yu smiled and pinched her face. These things could have been done by the security guard at the door, but the Song family has insisted on doing it themselves for years.

Song Yu was tall and didn't need to use tools such as stools or ladders to paste Spring Festival couplets. He easily finished pasting one. Meng Jianwan followed him, handing over horizontal banners, tapes, and working together. He quickly finished pasting all the rooms on the first floor.

Liang Rushui came out of the kitchen and was about to take a glass of water to take a breath. When he saw the figures of the two of them, he looked at the red Spring Festival couplets on the door frame and kept praising: "It's not bad, it's very neatly posted."

Song Xiaozheng, the logistics staff in charge of the logistics, came out of the side hall and handed Liang Rushui a cup of flower tea: "Thank you for your hard work, sit down and rest for a while."

The whole family is happy.

Meng Jianwan and Song met with Spring Festival couplets posted upstairs. The cell phone in their pocket kept ringing. He couldn't make any effort, so he asked Meng Jianwan to help him take a look.

Meng Jianwan reached into his pocket and touched his cell phone, while muttering: "There will be no work to deal with during the New Year, it must be a New Year blessing."

Song Yu said: "New Year's blessings are usually so lively until night."

Meng Jianwan entered the password and unlocked the lock screen. He took a rough look and realized: "Ah, it's the news from your young master group. They are discussing where to get together in the evening."

She glanced at her a few times and felt that Zhao Yichen was really active, like a soccer girl. She was not interested and stuffed her phone back into Song Yu's pocket.

Last year, the Chinese New Year seemed to be a party at Zhou Muyun's house. I don't know where I will be this year, so their group of people always have many ways to entertain.

Song Yu pasted the Spring Festival couplets on the bedroom door frame, but did not plan to go to see the news in the group: "Let's talk about it when they have discussed it, and I'll take you over to play after the New Year's Eve dinner."

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Everyone had a simple meal at noon. In the afternoon, Aunt Du prepared some handmade snacks and fried various meatballs and spring rolls. It was steaming hot just out of the pot, and Meng Jian ate several of them.

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, Song Shunhua, the aunt of Song Yu, came with her husband.

The two of them had just got off the plane and were picked up from the airport by the driver at home. They took the plane and then took the bus for more than ten hours. Both of them were dusty, but there were smiles on their faces.

Song Shunhua went abroad to study as a teenager. He was quite lively and looked a bit similar to Song Xiaozheng. He wore a loose beige sweater, a thick shawl on the outside, and no down jacket. His long hair was casually draped, his face was plain and fair, and he couldn't even see his pores, just like he was not married.

Her husband looked at his face as a gentle and elegant man, wearing a pair of square frameless glasses and carrying gift bags of all sizes in his hand, preparing gifts for everyone in the family.

The two are from the DINK family, and have never had children, and their relationship is always the same as before. Song Yu used to study in the United States and lived at his aunt's house, and they treated him very well.

The couple also did a lot of business in the United States, saying that they wanted Song Yu to take over in the future...

Song Shunhua first greeted the two elders, then looked at Meng Jianwan, and held her hand with a smile: "Wanwan, right? I have long wanted to talk to you. I asked Song Yu to take you to the United States to see me before, but the child didn't say anything. Now I finally saw him. He is so beautiful."

Meng Jianwan glanced at Song Yu. He probably was afraid that she would not want to, so he had never mentioned this in front of her.

Song Yu coughed lightly and took the initiative to greet him: "You must be very tired when you take the plane. Hurry up and sit down and rest. I'll make tea for you."

Meng Jianwan was not very accustomed to this enthusiastic scene, so he hurriedly got up and followed: "I'll help."

Song Shunhua looked at the two of them with a smile and his eyes curled up: "The couple has a good relationship."

Meng Jianwan was ashamed. Song Yu walked to the side hall, and Yu Guang swept her and followed her, turned his head and looked at her with a funny look: "Why are you here? You don't need help making tea."

Meng Jianwan whispered: "...Your aunt is so enthusiastic."

Song Yu corrected: "She is also your aunt." He took out a larger teapot again and said while making tea, "She likes you very much, and occasionally asks you when chatting."

Meng Jianwan was surprised: "Have you talked to my aunt about me?"

Song Yu: "Of course. I have lived in my aunt's house for a few years. How could I not tell her about such a big marriage?"

Meng Jianwan raised his eyebrows: "What did you say to me?"

"Say everything." Song Yu was meditating, and after a moment, he said seriously, "You are so domineering and arrogant that you not only remove my arm, but also often beat me and scold me."

"..." Meng Jianwan looked at him, and broke his finger joints and made a crackling sound, "Song Yu, have you not been beaten for a long time?"

Song Yu forced the corner of his lips and pushed the pot of tea over to her, taking the opportunity to change the topic: "Didn't you say you're here to help me? Go and pour them tea, your new wife."
Chapter completed!