It is true that Meng Jianwan and Song Yu received their marriage certificate early in the morning, but they still have to follow the old rules to hold the wedding. It is best not to meet the groom and the bride a few days before the wedding.

Therefore, Meng Jianwan, who had already lived in the Song family, had to go back to his parents' home to avoid meeting Song Yu, the groom.

The night before returning to Meng's house, Meng Jianwan, the bride, sat on the bed without any pressure and played games, playing gunfights with people on the island map. The war was raging and the war continued.

"Dogyuan, cover me, three teams over there are so many people!"

"Wei Canyang, why are you joining in the fun? Hurry up and go and lick the airdrop. It's better to lick a good gun for me. I didn't pick up good equipment in this game."

"No, why are you knocked down by Dog Sheng? Forget it, you have to rely on myself. You can wait to change the box. I don't care about you anymore and I can't save you."

Song Yu, who was leaning against the bedside, was a little helpless when he was watching Meng Jianwan playing games. He was just taking a shower and was a step late. He couldn't form a team to play games with Meng Jianwan, so she looked for someone else.

Meng Jianwan crossed his legs, and the light from the mobile phone screen shone on her face, reflecting her unusually focused expression.

"Drive the car over and wait, and we will leave after picking up the equipment." She issued an order to the microphone.

It took more than twenty minutes for a game. Meng Jianwan's luck in this game was really bad. Even if he didn't pick up good equipment, he could be surrounded by several teams if he licked an airdrop. The key was that his teammates were not good enough. She suspected that Gou Sheng and the others were playing games with their feet, and they couldn't bear to look at them.

She threw her phone on the quilt angrily. She still felt angry when she thought about it. She picked up the water cup on the bedside table, drank the whole glass of water, and took a breath and felt comfortable.

Meng Jianwan was stopped by Song Yu when he was about to pick up his phone. He took her cell phone and looked into her eyes: "Stop playing, you will go back to your parents' home tomorrow. Don't you talk to me?"

"What do you want to say?" Meng Jianwan blinked and felt puzzled, "Isn't it just that I stayed for three days and I could meet on the wedding day."

When he was on a business trip abroad, it was common for him to see him for ten days and half a month.

Song Yu pulled her arm, took the person into his arms, and asked her, "Are you nervous?"

Meng Jianwan: "Don't be nervous."

Song Yu: "Not at all?"

Meng Jian nodded late and wanted to tell him what was so nervous about getting married. She had seen big scenes before. Besides, she knew the basic process in advance, and as long as she was ready, there would be no trouble.

Song Yu sighed, Sister Meng is indeed not an ordinary person. She can be as big as a wedding, just like nothing else. His heart is like being squeezed by a sponge, stuffed with it. It can't be said whether it is nervous, expectant, or excited. Anyway, all kinds of emotions are intertwined, which is quite complicated.

Meng Jianwan patted his face and glanced at him with half-squinted eyes: "Song Xiaoyu, are you nervous? Your psychological quality is not good." After a pause, she snatched her phone from him and sincerely sent an invitation, "Do you want my sister to take you to play a game and relax?"

Song Yu stared at her, and was speechless for a moment. He saw that she just wanted to play games.

"What kind of sister are you? You are several years younger than me." He snorted.

Meng Jianwan pondered for a while, blinked his moist peach blossom eyes, and cooperated with a different statement: "Well, sister, take you to relax on the battlefield?"

Song Yu's breathing was stagnant, his eyes narrowed, staring at her face, the girl with white skin and red lips smirked in his arms, like a bad girl wandering on the streets and alleys, with her spirit particularly seductive.

There was also the sound of "sister", his ears were itchy, as if they were swept by fluff.

Meng Jianwan, other men, didn't understand, but she was very familiar with Song Yu's eyes. She pursed her lips and returned to her normal tone: "If you don't play, don't play, don't look at me with this look."

"What kind of eyes is this kind of look?" Song Yu smiled, his hand got under her clothes, and pinched her slender waist, with just the right force.

His smile was very rude, and his appearance with gold-rimmed glasses increased a little bit of desire, and his chin pressed against her: "Can you want to change the way and relax?"

"What do you think?" Meng Jianwan pinched his chin and raised it, staring at him fiercely like a bully, without the gentleness of a "sister", only the big momentum of an elder sister.

"I want me to say it, of course I can do it."

Song Yu buried his head in the quilt and kissed her naked waist. His approach caught Meng Jianwan off guard, his spine suddenly tensed, and the lines on his lower abdomen became clear.

Song Yu lifted the quilt, stared at the vest line on her abdomen, and touched it with his fingers. His skin was firm and delicate: "Have you practiced it specifically?"

"Nonsense, you don't know how tight the wedding dress is." Last time I tried on a wedding dress at a wedding shop, to outsiders, the fabric of the wedding dress is not much more than the other, which is very close to the figure curve. Only Meng Jianwan himself knows how tight the waist is.

In a month, she went to the gym more times than last year. She practiced a quick-lift vest line, and the fitness coach was so moved that she cried.

Song Yu kissed him again on it: "Thank you for your hard work."

Meng Jianwan's body trembled uncontrollably, and his voice changed: "...you get up first."

Song Yu ignored it, and his warm lips lingered there, with a faint trend of going down. Meng Jianwan's eyes widened and he was awake.

"Song Yu, get up!"

...

...

An unprecedented experience, Meng Jianwan's brain was extremely short of oxygen, and there seemed to be a big bunch of white clouds in front of her, making her forget where she was.

Song Yu finally let her go, got up and went to the bathroom, and the sound of water rang out.

Meng Jianwan's cheeks were hot, and he turned over and buried in the quilt, thinking that he was really crazy, but he didn't stop him. It would be very fatal to think about it!

Soon, Song Yu left and returned, hugging Meng Jianwan and cleaned it up. His thin lips were red, and he pressed low in her ear and asked, "How is it?"

What's going on? Do you still want service evaluation?

Meng Jianwan turned his head and met his scorching gaze. He was straight and his already hot face seemed to be hotter. She pounded him: "You're enough."

Song Yu hugged her and smiled, changing the subject: "I'll send you back to your parents' home tomorrow?"

"No need." Meng Jianwan said, "I'll drive back by myself, you're busy with yours."

Song Yu did not insist and said "yes", urging her to be honest after returning to her parents' home and not run around, so as not to catch anyone when he went to pick up the bride on the wedding day.

Meng Jianwan felt that he was thinking too much.

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After resting at home for a night, the next morning, Meng Jianwan took the car keys and prepared to go out after breakfast. However, Lin Chunhua stopped her. She pulled her aside and told her not to go out of the wild these days.

Meng Jianwan suspected that her grandmother had been possessed by Song Yu, and nodded helplessly and replied: "I understand, I won't go out to run around, so don't worry."

When Meng Jianwan returned to his parents' home, the happiest thing was Mei Sixiu.

She personally cleaned the room where Meng Jianwan had lived before, put on a fresh bouquet, and packed up some unnecessary ornaments first, so as not to have too many people and too much trouble, and the room seemed crowded.

The supper was eaten by the Meng family. The long-lost suffocating atmosphere lingers around Meng Jianwan, and she ate as if nothing had happened.

Some things cannot be settled even now, and they can only maintain the surface calmness.

Old Mrs. Meng didn't say a word throughout the whole process and ate quietly. Meng Weixia was the same, but occasionally she would turn her eyes to Meng Jianwan opposite her, and glanced at her expressionlessly and withdrew her gaze, her attitude was neither cold nor hot.

Meng Jianwan heard that Meng Weixia's clothing studio had closed down, and for some reason, she now had to obey Meng Weihuai's arrangements and work in her own company.

At the dinner table, Mei Sixiu picked up food for Meng Jianwan from time to time and asked about the wedding: "I originally wanted to prepare some wedding shoes, souvenirs, etc. for you, but Song Yu called me and said, "He has done everything without preparing."

Meng Jianwan: "Yes."

These are indeed arranged by Song Yu, including the souvenirs for the bridesmaids. He is also simple and crude enough. Each bridesmaid has a free check-in voucher to stay in any hotel under Shifeng Group, plus a generous red envelope.

When Meng Jianwan shared this souvenir with the bridesmaid group, the girls were so moved that they shouted that this gift was too practical, and they liked this arrogant style, which was called the "best souvenir of the year" and even wanted to give Song Yu an award.

Meng Jianwan was speechless about this.

Mei Sixiu asked: "Have you sent the wedding dress? Have you tried it in advance?"

"I will be delivered from the store the day before the wedding." Meng Jianwan said, "I have tried it, it's very suitable."

After trying it on that day, the wedding dress was kept in that wedding dress shop. It was not safe to keep it at home and most people would not care about it.

Meng Qiaosen took a bite of rice, looked up at Meng Jianwan, and said, "I'll forget it, you've been married for a year and a half, why do I feel like you've just gotten married?"

Meng Jianwan glanced at him. A long time ago, she could feel that Meng Qiaosen's attitude towards her had eased. She was in a good mood and said a few words: "Well, you are good at math, you're doing it right."

Meng Qiaosen: "???"

Have you heard the point wrong?

Mei Sixiu smiled and said, "It may be because of her that she held a wedding. It feels like she has not been married for a long time. In fact, it has been a year and a half. This is not surprising. Some couples can hold a wedding when their children are older before they hold a wedding, so their children can still be young flower girls."

Meng Weihuai: "Yes, I have an old friend who only held a wedding with his wife in his forties. He said that it was because he had bad conditions before and had not done it seriously, so he was considered a re-issue."

Mei Sixiu chatted with him for a few words, then shifted the topic to Meng Qiaosen: "When will you and Xiaofei get engaged? I think your relationship is quite stable."

Meng Qiaosen unexpectedly mentioned this suddenly and scratched the back of her head: "It depends mainly on her meaning. We have talked about it once before. Maybe we will get engaged on National Day this year, and we will have to trouble my aunt at that time."

Mei Sixiu smiled gently and said, "There is no trouble. I'm free at home. It's best to help you young people."

Listening to the conversation between them, Meng Weixia lifted her eyelids and watched the originally stiff dining table gradually become happy, choking her so much that she couldn't even eat.

In comparison, they look like a family, and she is an outsider.

"I won't eat anymore." Meng Weixia put down her chopsticks and stood up and left the restaurant.

Meng Qiaosen raised her eyes and looked at the direction she left, frowned slightly, not understanding what was going on with everyone talking well, and what was going on with her.

The older you get, the less sensible you become.

Meng Jianwanquan pretended not to see it, and ate the dishes picked up by Mei Sixiu. After eating half a bowl of rice, he stopped chopsticks, picked up the water cup and drank: "You eat it slowly, I'll eat it."

Mei Sixiu knew her appetite, and looked at the small bowl as big as a palm in front of her. If she remembered correctly, she just put half a bowl of it: "Is it enough to eat this little?"

Meng Jianwan leaned on the back of the chair and touched his stomach, saying truthfully: "You have to control your appetite, otherwise you won't be able to wear a wedding dress and your waist will be too narrow."

Mei Sixiu was stunned for a moment, and suddenly curled her lips and smiled, but she did not persuade her to eat.

Meng Qiaosen burst into laughter, but he didn't expect that one day he would hear this from Meng Jianwan's mouth. What's this called? I'll see you for a long time.

She used to be in a hurry and never cared about these things.

Meng Jianwan rolled his eyes at him. Is there anything funny? Is it strange that she said this?
To be continued...