Meng Jianwan was very clear-headed. Not to mention getting drunk, he was not even in a slightly drunk state.

Her eyes were clear and clear, and she stayed on Song Yu's face for a few seconds. The colorful lights flashed across the lens. She was sure that she was reading it correctly. Then her eyes slowly moved down, staring at her hands resting on her waist, with threats in words, and pausing words: "Let go, don't force me to beat you."

How could Song Yu not know that she would do what she said. Without any hesitation, she put down her hand and calmly inserted it into her pocket, gently rubbing the belly of her thumb and index finger twice.

Meng Jianwan was wearing the simplest pure white T-shirt without any decorative patterns. He only tied a knot on the waist, revealing a small piece of skin. He just focused on stabilizing her and preventing her from falling down, and his whole heart was occupied. Only now did he think back on it was that he seemed to have touched her skin, delicate, tight, warm, soft and smooth.

When Song Yu heard her words, he felt unwilling, and his tone was a little accusing: "What kind of deep hatred do you have with me? Why are you always fierce to me? Those people hugged you and you didn't see you want to beat me."

He stood in the stands and saw clearly that she hugged the men with high-highs, laughed and played, and the difference was too obvious, so she could not deny it.

Meng Jianwan raised the empty wine bottle in his hand, and pointed the mouth against Song Yu's chest, meaning that you know why I treat you like this.

Can the two be the same? It is an interaction between brothers when others hug her. They don’t have those beautiful thoughts. Song Yu is a well-dressed beast!

Song Yu didn't know that he had been labeled as a "beast". He raised his hand and looked at his wrist watch. The hour hand had already passed eleven o'clock and said seriously: "It's getting late, won't you go back?"

He took back what he said before, she was not drunk, she was not drunk at all, and she was still the one who could kill a cow. However, if you drink it, you may not be drunk. At that time, there is no one around you who knows you, and you will not know what will happen when you meet a man who is eyeing you.

Meng Jianwan threw down the wine bottle, wiped his lips with the back of his hand, and smiled at him. Before Song Yu could react, she quickly changed her face and then threw three words over: "You have to care."

Song Yu frowned and said, "Tsk" and thought it was a donkey's liver and lungs. He had never seen someone more heartless than her. He tried to keep calm: "Let's go, I'll take you back, you've had a drink."

Meng Jianwan's attitude is not good, but he is a kind person and does not care about girls. Speaking of which, she is five or six years younger than him, and may have a longer rebellious period...

Song Yu tried to hold her arm and pulled her to the parking place, explaining earnestly: "This place is remote and it's hard to find a designated driver, or do you expect those men to take you back?" He said, glanced at the men who were drunk and roaming with demons, and looked disgusted, and boasted, "I, a handsome and rich single man, took the initiative to send you home. What do you have to worry about? I should be worried about it if you have to worry about it."

He was depressed before because of Meng Jianwan's different treatment. Now it seems that there is no need to compare him with those men. Which one is better or worse can be seen at a glance.

Meng Jianwan covered his chest with his hands and kept retching from his face.

Song Yu: "..."

Aren't you not drunk? What are you vomiting?

Meng Jianwan broke away from Song Yu's hand, looked at him with his eyes squinted, and sneered at his words: "Can you have a good face?" Fortunately, he is really good-looking, so she hits people directly after someone else said such words. Who would he disgust?

Song Yu's car parked in an open-air parking space not far away, unlocked, and opened the door of the passenger seat.

Meng Jianwan looked at the car and then looked at the man standing next to the car. The driver was free of charge and she paused for a moment and then sat in.

Song Yu closed the car door and stood there, tilted his head in disbelief. Looking at Meng Jianwan who was wearing a seat belt through the window glass, he was mentally prepared to be rejected again. Unexpectedly, she agreed so easily, which made him feel at a loss.

After hesitating for a while, he couldn't help but when he was pulling the seat belt, he turned his head and asked Meng Jianwan: "You dare to get in my car in the middle of the night, aren't you afraid that I would be in bad intentions for you?"

Song Yu found that he was quite conflicted. When Meng Jianwan spoke coldly and mocked him, he felt unhappy, and when she was docile, he felt uncomfortable.

Meng Jianwan supported his elbow on the edge of the car window, pressed his fingers against his temple, and looked at him: "What nonsense are you talking about? Do you have the courage?"

Song Yu: "..." It is normal for Meng Jianwan to be like this.

The car started and drove in the vast night. The evening breeze was blowing slowly, and it was rare to carry a trace of coolness, and there was no need to turn on the air conditioner. At this time, the traffic on the road was sparse, and the road was extremely smooth, and I didn’t even encounter many red lights.

Meng Jianwan fell asleep in such a comfortable and quiet environment. His body leaned outside, his head leaned against the car door, and his long hair covered half of his face, and his breathing was even and smooth.

Song Yu shouted twice, but didn't hear a response. He guessed that she was probably asleep. He couldn't help but shook her head and sighed. Her heart was so big that she was really not worried at all, nor was she afraid that he would carry her to a corner and sell her.

Song Yu locked the car door and stopped disturbing him. He put his hand on the steering wheel and looked straight ahead, driving quietly, with neon lights flashing all the way, and reflected the high beams in front of the car. Apart from the sound of the wind, there was only the sound of breathing that was so shallow that it was almost inaudible.

Song Yu felt that it seemed good to keep driving like this.

He knew the address of the Meng family villa. Before he knew it, he opened to the gate. The doorman who was changing shifts poked out the window and saw a strange vehicle about to stop him. Suddenly he noticed Meng Jianwan in the passenger seat. He didn't ask anything and opened the door and let Song Yu in.

The car drove into the iron gate and stopped on the main road. Meng Jianwan was not awake yet and was sleeping soundly, and he had never changed his posture.

Song Yu got out of the car, went around to the other side and opened the car door, bent down and untied her seat belt, and called softly: "Meng Jianwan? Meng Jianwan?"

A European-style palace-style street light was behind her, sprinkling silver-white lights like moonlight. At such a close distance, Song Yu could see the tiny fluff on her face and a small mole on the tip of her nose. The color was light and she couldn't see it if she was not careful. At least he didn't notice it the previous few times.

Song Yu was so stupid that he reached out to brush away the hair on her face. Her breathing was deep and shallow, and with a faint smell of wine, sprayed on his face. It was really rare to be quiet and well-behaved.

He stared at Meng Jianwan's lips for a long time. It was obviously not as good as lipstick, but the color looked so good that it made people want to kiss her and taste if it was soft and sweet.

Meng Jianwan suddenly opened his eyes, and Song Yu was shocked. Before he could evacuate, Meng Jianwan suddenly raised his head and hit his forehead against his high nose.

"ah!"

Song Yu screamed and covered his nose, causing pain to make his physiological tears flow out.

Meng Jianwan: "What do you want to do?"

Song Yu was so angry that he said: "I just woke you up. What can I do?" He was unwilling to admit that if she didn't wake up, he might really be unable to control himself.

One of them sat in the car and the other was standing outside the car, and they were so close to each other that they seemed to be kissing from an outsider's perspective.

When Meng Weixia saw this scene, she couldn't hide her shock.

Everyone at home fell asleep. She was originally staying up late in her room to draw a design draft. When she heard the sound of car tires rolling on the road in the front yard, she opened the curtains and stood on the balcony to watch. Unexpectedly, she saw a shocking scene.

In the dark night, the figure outside the car was a little familiar. She put on a piece of clothing and went downstairs without thinking.

"You...what are you doing?" Meng Weixia's voice trembled slightly. Even if she saw Song Yu with her own eyes, she still couldn't believe everything in front of her.

Meng Jianwan pushed Song Yu away from the car door and got out of the car. Seeing Meng Weixia's face, she knew she had misunderstood again without thinking.

But she was so sleepy that she didn't want to get entangled with Meng Weixia. Yun Danfeng said lightly: "Don't you see it? You're kissing. If you come here later, you'll have children."

Song Yu: "???"

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Song Yu: I don’t know what’s going on, it’s quite sudden. Should I make some mental preparations for being a father :)
Chapter completed!