Meng Jianwan stared at Song Yu, as if he was considering that it would be more appropriate to spill the soup in the bowl on him, or to pull up the bamboo in the yard and beat him to death.

Song Yu swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and he clearly felt that her eyes were like the toxic cold wind. No grass could grow wherever she blew, and in this second he had been wiped out.

He hurriedly picked up the chopsticks, picked up a golden eight treasure bag for her, and changed the topic: "I heard that the filling in this dish is very useful, please try it."

Meng Jianwan looked at the golden lucky bag in the plate. The mouth of the bag was tied tightly with green onions, and the soup inside seemed to be overflowing. Then he looked up at Song Yu, with a serious expression and said word by word: "Song Yu, if you dare to joke with me again..."

Song Yu had already learned to answer quickly: "You beat me to death, the kind that doesn't see blood!"

Meng Jianwan: “…”

Meng Jianwan pursed her lips. She actually wanted to laugh a little, but she held it back and picked up the lucky bag and took a bite. The filling inside was indeed very sufficient, including corn kernels, peas, fungus, vermicelli, carrot diced mushrooms, winter bamboo shoots, and a full shrimp. Not only did it taste excellent, but the color combination was also very beautiful. At the end, there was also a complete quail egg, which was soaked in the soup, which was particularly delicious.

When Song met her brows stretched, he breathed a sigh of relief, and began to move again, holding his own little steel fork with his shield and holding his undestructive little steel fork: "Can I ask you a question?"

"No." Meng Jianwan felt that he couldn't say good things.

Song Yu was blocked and he lifted it up and couldn't breathe. He had to serve himself a small bowl of pigeon soup and drink it slowly.

Such a great opportunity, he really didn't want to waste it. He observed Meng Jianwan's expression repeatedly and found that she was eating happily, he pretended to ask unintentionally: "What kind of man do you like?"

Meng Jianwan never politely eats. He carried the chicken nuggets from the spicy chicken into his mouth, and dug a spoonful of lotus root powder and cinnamon sugar cake. The sweet and spicy food mixed in his mouth, and he ate it without any image.

Hearing this, she raised her eyes and glanced over his face with a quick look, her eyes were silent, and she raised a contemptuous smile on the corner of her lips, and said in a vague voice: "Stop dreaming, it's not like you anyway."

Song Yu was stunned for three seconds, put down his chopsticks and sat upright, pulled the collar of the suit with both hands and made a correction, posing in a rather elegant position, paused for a moment, then raised his hand to hold his glasses, and said dissatisfiedly: "What's wrong with me?"

Meng Jianwan kept lowering his head to eat. Seeing that he couldn't recognize him, he was finally willing to give him more eyes. Putting aside his prejudice, Song Yu's face was indeed beautiful, with long and thick eyelashes, and clear roots. The eyes below were black and deep. When staring at someone, he gave people a sense of indifference and coldness when holding a face. His nose bridge was high and straight, and it was typical for a slide. His lips were naturally blushed and beautiful, which was not inferior to male celebrities in the entertainment industry. Glasses with thin gold wire and thin borders on his face made him look more extraordinary and full of noble men.

However, Meng Jianwan first saw him and learned that his nature was a well-dressed and gentle scum, a wolf in sheepskin.

Song Yu crossed his hands on the edge of the table, waiting quietly for her next words, but she didn't say anything for a long time. He was a little anxious: "Tell me, what's wrong with you?"

Meng Jianwan ate a piece of beef and commented lightly: "We are not the same species, you are a beast, I am a human, there is no result when we are together. You should die as soon as possible. Be good, I am for your own good."

She spoke seriously, and Song Yu almost believed her evil.

"I knew you had a misunderstanding of me. I took a few more glances at your tattoo because of the first meeting?" Song Yu defended himself. "I said that I really think your tattoo is very special. I want to see it clearly because the pattern is too delicate and I thought it was fake, so I couldn't help but reach out to touch it. Didn't you remove your arm before you even touch it?"

Meng Jianwan thought to himself, if you encounter it, it will be more than just removing your arms.

Song Yu: "Wanwan, you said something, didn't we make peace before?"

Meng Jianwan didn't even say a perfunctory word, and didn't take his explanation seriously at all, as if "Whatever you say, I'll decide you are a beast."

Song Yu spoke so hard that his mouth was dry. When he looked up, he saw the person opposite him holding a small rib and gnawing happily. He felt as if he had been pierced by a needle, and he felt powerless.

The dishes in the private restaurant are all excellent, but Song Yu has no appetite at all. After picking up a few chopsticks, he stopped to drink tea, and watched Meng Jianwan eat attentively. She looked cute and cute when she ate the chicken wings.

Song Yu felt itchy when he saw it. He couldn't help but secretly took out his phone and used the teapot at his hand to cover it up. He first set the phone to silent mode, then adjusted the angle of the camera, and took a photo at Meng Jianwan who was eating.

Before he could enjoy the freshly released photos, Meng Jianwan's voice floated over coldly, and he could not argue: "Delete."

Song Yu: "..."

Did Meng Jianwan have eyes on his head?

Song Yu stammered and said, "I didn't take pictures of you, I... My eyes are myopic, I can't see the words on the screen behind you, take a photo to see clearly."

"Song Yu, do you think I'm easy to cheat, right?" Meng Jianwan's voice was accompanied by a sense of oppression, as if he was about to rise up the table in the next second.

Song Yu sighed silently, deleted the secretly taken photos in front of her, fetched out the album and showed it to Meng Jianwan, indicating that he had deleted it completely. Meng Jianwan didn't raise his head, but he broke his trick in one sentence: "The one in the cloud album is also deleted."

Song Yu paused. This time, he really didn't dare to make any mistakes. He found the automatically backed up cloud album and deleted the cute photo with her cheeks bulging.

Meng Jianwan had enough food and drink, picked up the snow-white napkin next to him and wiped the corner of his mouth, leaned on the back of the chair, and touched his stomach with his hands. The food was so good that she could eat too much if she accidentally got over.

"Can you give me the car key?" She lazily held her forehead, tilted her head slightly, and raised her peach-blue eyes, as if she had seen through him from the inside out.

Song Yu did not dare to act rashly, so he took out the car key from his pocket and placed it on the table, and pushed it in front of her. Meng Jianwan lowered his eyes and took the car key with one hand, without any nostalgia, got up and walked out.

Song Yu hurriedly called the waiter to check out the bill, followed Meng Jianwan and said diligently: "Where are you going? I'll drive you there. Isn't your car still in Qinghewan Chejifang?"

Meng Jianwan's pace did not stop, just as if he hadn't noticed his existence, crossed the stone road and passed through the wind-blown bamboo forest.

Song Yu accelerated his pace to catch up with her. Before the organization could speak the language, Meng Jianwan suddenly stopped, turned around and grabbed his tie, and pulled it down hard.

Song Yu was caught off guard and pulled her head down by her. The two of them had their erect noses almost collided. He thought that only in his dreams would look at her so close, and his heart began to beating faster, thumping, and about to jump out.

Meng Jianwan's breathing was warm and pounced on his face. He could smell the fragrance on his body. It was a fresh citrus fragrance. In a daze, he heard Meng Jianwan say, "Song Yu, stop playing these tricks with me, I know you are lying."

Song Yu was confused and was about to question her, but Meng Jianwan immediately exposed his lie: "You said in the morning that there was no one at home and the car key was at home. Who took the photo for you?"

The reason why she did not expose it on the spot was that the car key was in his hands, so she simply cooperated with his performance.

Song Yu was speechless for a moment, Meng Jianwan met his eyes, and after a while, he let go of his hand and patted his chest: "Don't follow me."

The tie was hanging outside the suit, and a few wrinkles were added to the place where she had pinched it. Song Yu stood there, stroked the crease on the tie with his fingers, loosened the tucked bow tie, and then stuffed it back into the suit, sticking to the straight shirt.

In the blink of an eye, Meng Jianwan had already walked away. He reached out to stop a taxi and took it in, and quickly disappeared in front of him.

Song Yu lowered his head and smiled dullly, put his hand into his pocket, and kicked a small stone at his feet away. He was helpless and funny. He really had no way to a girl like Meng Jianwan who was invulnerable to swords and swords.

He touched the cell phone in his pocket, took it out and pondered for a while, and asked politely in the "Sixteen Young Masters of Beijing" group: "How do you pursue girls?"

The love prodigal son Zhao Yichen spoke enthusiastically: "You are asking the right person for this question. I know too much about chasing girls, but I don't know how to pursue Meng Jianwan."

Song Yu: "..."

What do you mean is that Meng Jianwan is not a girl?

Zhao Yichen, come out! I won’t beat you to death! You actually dare to arrange my future child’s fucking in disguise!

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Song Yu: After staying with Wanwan for a long time, it seems that he has also begun to become irritable. [Silly smile
Chapter completed!