Chapter 42 The Love Between Us
Meng Jianwan: "Song Yu, are you tired of living?"
Song Yu held his cell phone in one hand and just came out of the elevator with a smile on his eyebrows. Xie Yong was helping him watch the road, pushing open the glass door of the president's office at the right time, and secretly saying that the boss's mood was like the sky in June, changing as soon as he said it was. Yesterday, he looked bitter and revengeful and depressed. Today, the spring breeze blew on his face, as if he fell in love.
"Isn't this what you said in person last night? We kissed in the car. If your sister came out later, maybe they had children." Song Yu wrote down word by word, and the original words were given to Meng Jianwan.
There was no reply there, and Song Yu sent another sentence: "The thing I regret the most is that there is no recording, otherwise you wouldn't have been so confident, the child is fucking."
Meng Jianwan: “…?”
Song Yu: "By the way, what's the matter with me? Wanwan." He was afraid that she would be angry and blocked, so he changed his name consciously, although it didn't sound like "the child's fucking" intimacy.
Wanwan? Meng Jianwan's expression was as if he was struck by lightning, and a big question mark appeared in his mind. Did Song Yu take the wrong medicine or break his brain? Why did he suddenly feel like he had become a different person? Or was he stolen?
After all, please ask him if you have something to do. Meng Jianwan didn't argue with him and said straight to the point: "My car key is lost. See if it's in your car."
Song Yu's eyes flashed with disappointment, and he thought she came to thank him for what happened last night, because he was thinking too much.
He tapped the table with his fingers and typed two words with one hand: "Wait."
The car I drove yesterday was parked at home. He called the aunt at home and asked her to go to the car for a while. After a while, the aunt called back and said that she had found a car key with a pink keychain under the passenger seat.
Song Yu asked the aunt to take a photo, and he sent the photo to Meng Jianwan: "Is this the case?"
Meng Jianwan: "Yes, tell me the address and I'll go and get it."
Song Yu was about to tell her that a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind and deleted the words they had printed one by one, changing the statement: "It may not be convenient, I will give them to you in person in the afternoon."
Meng Jianwan: "Are you wrong? I'll get the key myself and don't delay your affairs. What's inconvenience for you?"
Song Yu paused for a few seconds and threw out a reason to make up: "The car key is in my house, but there is no one in my house now, and you can't get it in the past."
Meng Jianwan paused, and then he gave up his thoughts: "Okay, you'd better not forget."
Song Yu put down his phone, lowered his eyelashes, and a smile that had succeeded in his trick appeared on his lips.
When Xie Yong came in to deliver the documents, his eyes circulated on his face, showing a thoughtful expression. Perhaps because people were in a happy event, Mr. Song seemed to shine. His face, which was usually indifferent, was full of energy, as if he was in the warm sunshine, and even the people around him were unconsciously affected and became in a happy mood.
When Song Yu saw him, he casually transferred a bunch of documents to the side and clicked in the air: "Wait, I'll book a restaurant for me tonight, two of you."
Xie Yongfu was in his heart and immediately guessed that Song Yu was going to date in the evening. Based on his performance this morning, it was not difficult to guess that his date was his lover.
Xie Yong received the order and asked again: "Chinese or Western food?"
Song Yu thought about it and said that if you date someone, your first choice is of course a romantic Western restaurant. Imagine how beautiful and dreamy it is to enjoy the bustling night view of the city through the floor-to-ceiling windows that are more than 20 floors high.
But then I thought about it and this scene seemed to be inconsistent with Meng Jianwan's arrogant and domineering aura.
Song Yu pressed his fingers against his forehead, pondered for a while, and finally changed his mind: "If you want to choose a restaurant with the best reputation and a quiet environment in Chinese food."
Everything was arranged, and Song Yu couldn't wait to be buried in a pile of documents, working on the work non-stop, with the goal of was to spare the night time.
In the evening, Song Yu was watching from a group of people in the secretary's office, carrying a suit into the elevator. Judging from his back, he walked in a hurry, as if he was about to rush to an important banquet.
Everyone asked Xie Yong curiously. Xie Yong raised his eyebrows and pressed his voice and said, "Secret."
The more he did this, the more people could not hold back their gossip. Women were naturally sensitive and thoughtful. One of the female secretaries in a snow-white dress said: "I guess, Mr. Song has gone to see his girlfriend!"
Xie Yong did not comment.
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Song Yu first went home, got Meng Jianwan's car keys, and then sent her the address of the restaurant.
When she came, it was dinner time, so it would be natural for her to have dinner together. He had already thought about it. Even if Meng Jianwan refused, he could leave her with the reason he sent her home last night.
Isn’t Meng Jianwan the most talked about morality? In return, she should have a meal with him.
The restaurant chosen by Xie Yong is an old-fashioned private restaurant. The environment is indeed quiet and elegant. There is also a small bamboo forest in the backyard. When the breeze blows, the bamboo leaves rustle, and the sunlight passes through the gap, shaking off all the floating lights and broken gold.
Song Yu sat in the private room and looked at his cell phone. After a while, the waiter in a long gown brought a pot of Biluochun. He poured himself a cup and savored it carefully.
After waiting for less than ten minutes, Meng Jianwan came over. He pushed open the door and didn't even look at Song Yu. He directly stretched out his palm to him: "My car key."
Song Yu put down the teacup and stared at her face. He didn't feel much before. Since he made up his mind, why did he miss her vivid expression even though he hadn't seen her all night.
She was dressed a little cute today. She wore a black slim skirt, her long pink hair was braided into two squids hanging on her chest, and her hair was tied with small daisies at the ends.
Song Yu absolutely didn't know that before Meng Jianwan left, Mei Sixiu misunderstood that she was going on a date. The soft and weak woman pressed her to the dressing table and braided her two small braids. No matter how strong Meng Jianwan had, she would not dare to go against her mother, because she could flood the villa when she cried...
"It's hot, sit down and have a cup of tea." Song Yu said.
“It’s hotter to drink tea.”
“…”
Song Yu choked, coughed lightly, pretended to look at his wrist watch, and made a surprised expression: "It's time for dinner, let's have a meal together."
Meng Jianwan hugged his arms with his hands and looked down at him with his eyes down. Behind him was a four-fold light brown wooden screen, carved with hollowed-out flowers and bird pictures, blocking the infinitely beautiful sunset outside, making her face look gloomy: "Song Yu, my patience is limited."
Song Yu said: "I worked hard last night to send you home. You didn't say thank you, but instead beat me to the nosebleed. What's wrong with having a meal with me now? You won't be so disrespectful, right?"
Meng Jianwan was surprised, and his attention was obviously on other aspects: "You had a nosebleed last night?"
If possible, Song Yu didn't want to admit it. Under Meng Jianwan's gaze, he nodded and said "um" softly. Anyway, it was not the first time he had ruined his image in front of her.
Meng Jianwan burst into laughter.
She was too sleepy at the time and didn't pay attention to it, and she missed such a wonderful part.
Song Yu stood up and pulled her chair open: "Sit."
Meng Jianwan sat down mercifully. Song Yu opened the menu that had been prepared long ago and put it in front of her. He ordered the menu with his slender fingers: "Customize whatever you want, I'll treat you."
Meng Jianwan raised his eyebrows and did not be polite to him, so he ordered a few dishes he liked. Song Yu followed closely and ordered two signature dishes from the private restaurant. While waiting for the meal, he washed a small teacup, poured Meng Jianwan a cup of tea, and kept it at her hand.
Witnessing his attentiveness, Meng Jianwan picked up the teacup and turned it around for a while, thinking for a while, and said, "Do you want me to delete that circle of friends?"
Song Yu's behavior suddenly became so abnormal, and this is the only reason she could think of.
If she hadn't mentioned it on the initiative, Song Yu would have almost forgotten the existence of that circle of friends. But he didn't mind at all at this moment. He shook his head, and the golden chain beside his face shook a few times. He held his cheek with both hands and said with a smile: "If you don't want to delete it, just keep it, just treat it as the interest between us."
Meng Jianwan: "…I am sick."
Although Song Yu personally admitted that he was chasing her, she could still feel that he was completely different from before, as if he had opened up the Ren and Du meridians, and suddenly became sexy.
Fortunately, the dishes served quickly and were full of colors and fragrance. Meng Jianwan picked up a piece of duck meat with chopsticks and put it in his mouth. The teeth and cheeks were filled with the fragrance of secret sauce. The delicious food temporarily calmed her irritable mood.
Song Yu didn't move his chopsticks, and somehow he turned his attention to her mouth. His two red lips opened and closed one by one, and he was dipped in some soup. It was moist and shiny. He couldn't help but think of his dream last night and wanted to kiss him.
Meng Jianwan was stared at by a scorching gaze and glared at the man opposite him: "What's wrong with you?"
Song Yu blurted out: "Is your mouth delicious?"
Meng Jianwan: "????"
Song Yu shivered under Meng Jianwan's cold eyes, and instantly returned to his soul, and said stutteringly: "No, no, I mean, is the food delicious? Yes, I'm talking about the food, don't get me wrong."
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Song Yu: It's so dangerous. I'll react a little slower and I'll be beaten again.
Chapter completed!