Song Yu, the president of Shifeng Group, was chasing a girl with great enthusiasm, wishing that everyone in the world knew who his beloved girl was, and it was still chasing a lot and grand when they got married.

The news of Song Yu and Meng Jianwan getting married was posted on hot searches on Weibo for several days, and unexpected photos were heard every day, causing a group of girls to scream.

"I declare that this is the most beautiful wedding I've ever seen in my lifetime, no doubt about it!"

"What is this place? I want to hold a wedding here too!"

"Upstick to the science, this is the largest resort hotel under Shifeng Group. Yunze Hotel. An ordinary room costs tens of thousands of yuan a night, and the president sets up tens of thousands of yuan a night. The resort includes hot springs, swimming pools, artificial lakes, bars, golf courses, etc., as well as helicopter experiences. If you include the whole venue, sorry, I don't know how much it costs."

"I'm sorry, I don't deserve it."

The news about weddings remained high, and it was okay for a day or two, but it would affect normal life over time. Song Yu asked Yanbei to find a way to remove the hot searches.

Although the hot search terms disappeared from Weibo, they could not stop the curiosity of the general public, nor could they resist the paparazzi's desire to explore knowledge.

Meng Jianwan was keenly discovered that there were several stubborn people outside Xiang Wan's nail salon carrying long spears and short cannons day and night, and they didn't know what they were shooting.

At around 6 p.m., Song Yu drove over to pick her up.

Meng Jianwan greeted the clerk and got into the passenger seat, tilted his head to look at the reversing mirror, followed by a silver-gray van: "Song Yu, we seem to be followed by paparazzi."

Song Yu corrected: "Call me husband."

“…”

Song Yu also found the car behind and frowned. He really didn't understand what these people were thinking. He and Meng Jianwan were neither celebrities nor internet celebrities. What explosive gossip can they take with them?

A few hours later, Song Yu was about to withdraw this sentence.

At this moment, Meng Jianwan pressed his finger against his lower lip and kept paying attention to the van like candy. He had known that he should have let her drive, so he would have to get rid of them in a few days, and there was no negotiation.

She was a little annoyed and turned her head to look at the man in the driver's seat: "Is there any way to shake them off?"

Song Yu felt the task on his shoulder was arduous: "I try my best."

The green light countdown was just in front of him, and it showed that there were still four seconds to turn red. He took a deep breath and passed the green light successfully. The van behind was stopped by the red light and could only park in front of the zebra crossing honestly.

Meng Jianwan snapped his fingers: "Smart!"

Song Yu: "Is there any reward?"

Meng Jianwan: "Reward... invite you to a meal! Let's go to that old alley. I want to eat hot pot. I haven't visited that restaurant for a long time."

Song Yu knew which family she was talking about, so he drove over and parked in the street parking space outside the alley.

Meng Jianwan got out of the car and put on a black baseball cap to avoid being recognized.

There is no way. Since the wedding photos are flying all over the place, she has been often recognized recently, and is even more famous than when she was a racing driver. Recently, she rarely goes to nail salons.

Song Yu hugged her waist and looked at her incredibly: "Don't you think this is more eye-catching?"

"Can you do?" Meng Jianwan raised the brim of his hat, his eyes were full of confusion. Looking up, there were indeed few people around him wearing baseball caps.

Song Yu tapped her hat with his finger: "Ah, it must be because you are too beautiful."

Meng Jianwan: “…”

The two entered the hot pot restaurant. Meng Jian ordered the double pot late. After the bottom of the pot boiled, various ingredients were put into it. She held up the chopsticks and pointed to the mushroom soup base: "You have a bad stomach, just eat this."

Song Yu smiled: "It's not that fragile, it doesn't matter if you eat some spicy food occasionally."

Meng Jianwan didn't persuade him anymore, and he was free to rinse the soup with red oil. His lips turned red until the end of his eating. He wondered if the boss had changed the pot base, which was much spicy than she had before.

Song Yu took out the fat cow from the mushroom soup and put it into her bowl: "Eat some light and slow, your lips will be swollen."

Meng Jianwan ate the dishes he picked up with a sensation, and the spicy taste in his mouth was indeed not as good as that.

After the two of them finished the hot pot, it was getting late, and the lights in the old alley were still as bright as ever, and the lights and shadows were dim, like the scenes in the old movies.

Meng Jianwan reached into Song Yu's pocket and touched the car key: "I'll drive?" She didn't drink tonight, but only drank two glasses of iced orange juice.

Song Yu: "Okay."

He watched her get into the driver's seat, then opened the door of the passenger seat and sat in, took out two tissues from the cardboard box to wipe the corner of her mouth: "There is spicy oil, but it's not clean."

Meng Jianwan pursed his lower lip and hissed twice: "The boss has definitely changed the soup base, it's too spicy."

Song Yu smiled and said, "I told you not to eat so much, you don't listen to me. Are you suffering now?" He tasted the lotus root slices in the spicy pot and gave up.

Meng Jianwan was so hot that the Tianling Lid was almost inflamed. He was still laughing. She was not convinced and supported the seat with her hands, turned over and crossed the armrest box in the middle, and sat on Song Yu's lap.

He reacted half a beat slower, and then she pressed the button, and the seat slowly fell down. She bit his lips and passed the spicy smell in her mouth to him.

Song Yu was both moved forward and backward by her actions. In the end, she could not help but hold her waist and bear the "sweet burden" she gave her.

Meng Jianwan kissed him in a stubborn posture for a long time, until the spicy taste in her mouth faded, she let him go: "Are you still laughing?"

Song Yu pursed his lips and shook his head: "I won't laugh anymore."

He said without laughing, but couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.

They didn't know that the paparazzi hid in the dark, holding the camera and filming the sparkling scene. When passing the traffic light, the paparazzi was indeed lost, and later drove around in a car and did nothing.

Who knew that it was such a coincidence in the world. When they were looking for a place to eat, they saw the familiar Bentley parked on the side of the road.

God couldn't bear to let them go back in disappointment, but he actually encountered such a powerful picture.

The paparazzi looked at the pictures in the camera. No matter how good the people with good looks, they looked good in such a dark car, the pictures were so pleasing to the eye.

After watching secretly for a while, the paparazzi sent the video back to the studio in a blink of an eye and asked his colleagues to upload it to the Internet.

That night, an entry called "Meng Jianwan's Day" jumped onto the hot search list at a rocket-like speed, steadily ranked second.

The two gained a group of CP fans because of their previous wedding exposure. When they saw a familiar name, they did not hesitate to click on hot topics.

The content did not disappoint the melon-eating crowd. In the dim light, in the spacious luxury car, Meng Jianwan sat on Song Yu's lap, supported himself on the back of the seat with one hand, lowered his head and kissed his lips. Every subtle movement was domineering, and even his hair was sassy.

"Wow, my sister is so awesome! Her condescending aura kills me too much! Does my sister lack a girlfriend? If I don't have one, would you mind having one more?"

"Meng Jianwan is on the way? I can only say that this hot search rio is bold, but I like it."

"???Isn't this a recognized fact? Our Sister Meng must be on the way."

Meng Jianwan was out of control when he saw the hot searches. She hated this information age!

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Song Yu and Meng Jianwan held their wedding. More than four months later, the imperial capital was already late in autumn. After an autumn rain, the weather suddenly turned cold.

Song Yu took time to spend a honeymoon with Meng Jianwan, fulfilled his original promise, and took her to see the snow-capped mountains, ride camels to the desert, and dive in the sea.

By the way, they also went to Antarctica. Meng Jianwan said that he would soon freeze his ears and would never want to come to this place again.

Song Yu smiled and hugged her. Both of them were wearing thick cold-proof clothes, hugging each other like a round bear. He kissed her ear with warm lips: "I'm so afraid of the cold. Let's go to the tropical next stop. A friend of mine even invited me to visit their place. Oh, the three of them came to our wedding, but there were too many guests at the time, so you might not have noticed."

There were indeed many guests at their wedding, and there were already many relatives in the Song family. In addition to their business partners and old classmates studying in the United States, Meng Jianwan only remembered a few people.

She wrinkled her nose: "You have so many friends."

Song Yu smiled and said, "All of them were friends I met when I was studying. Because when I was studying abroad, everyone is from all over the world."

Meng Jianwan: "Okay, I just want to go to the beach to play." She likes the sea and also likes the feeling of stepping on the fine beach with barefoot.

The next day they set off from Antarctica, and then turned around. They traveled several places before they reached the tropics.

A young couple was wearing a couple suit and hugged their four-year-old son to the airport to pick them up. The husband was in charge of driving. The wife sat in the passenger seat and turned to greet them in English: "Are you all tired? We have prepared a lot of seafood and can eat it when we get home."

Song Yu smiled: "Thank you for the hospitality."

My husband's name is Joyce, and he looked at them from the rearview mirror: "Jesse and I are also following you abroad."

Meng Jianwan understood his words and asked curiously: "How did you pay attention to it?"

“Weibo.”

“…”

There is no need to talk about this topic. Meng Jianwan wanted to close her mouth. Why did she ask this stupid question?

Song Yu saw her cripple expression and felt it was particularly cute. He pinched her pouting mouth: "Don't worry, that thing has passed long ago and there is no heat."

The group arrived at Joyce's house. The owner took out the steamed seafood. The child helped him carry the plate and placed it on the dining table. His hands and feet were very quick, and he looked like a very smart child.

Meng Jianwan touched his furry soft blonde hair: "What's your name?"

The child looked up at her: "My name is Kelly. What's your name?"

Meng Jianwan: "My name is..." She paused, and did not say her Chinese name, but changed her name, "My name is echo, does it sound good?"

Kelly nodded seriously: "It sounds good."

Song Yu and Meng Jianwan did not stay in a hotel and had been staying at Joyce's house. Meng Jianwan soon became good friends with Kelly. She found that this child was not only smart but also mature in his mind, not like a little brat who knew nothing.

The yard at home is very large. Kelly drove a smaller version of Mercedes-Benz G. When she saw Meng Jianwan going downstairs, she photographed the back seat of her baby's car: "echo, get in the car, I'll take you for a ride."

Song Yu: "..."

I like beautiful girls at a young age, how can I grow up?

Meng Jianwan was stunned, then smiled happily, and didn't even have to open the car door. She walked into the car with her long legs. She cooperated with the child's trick and said seriously: "I'll sit down, you can drive it."

Kelly turned her back to her and made a gesture of "ok" and a little baby-fat little face with wide sunglasses, her expression was actually a bit cold.

He skillfully drove the car out with the steering wheel.
To be continued...