Less than twenty minutes after the news was sent, Song Yu rushed over. He changed into glasses, had a thin hexagonal gold wire frame, his hair was carefully combed, and the broken hair on his forehead was shaped in three to seven minutes, showing an elite style while still being handsome.

The nail art shop was once again infuriating. The clerks had seen Song Yu, but they were quite calm. The girls who came to do nail art were not calm. They blinked their eyes and asked their manicures with excitement: "Who is he? Why haven't he seen him before? So handsome!"

The manicurists smiled and replied: "He is the admirer of our boss."

The girls looked at the cold Meng Jianwan next to her and immediately put away their lively thoughts. They didn't have the courage to think that they had something to do with her.

Song Yu stood at the door and admired the motorcycle for a while. He took out his mobile phone and took a few photos. He thought to himself that Meng Jianwan wanted to buy a motorcycle, but he felt it was cool just by looking at the appearance.

He walked into the store and was about to speak, but he didn't know what he stepped on under his feet. He fell off the ground with a "thump", slid forward a little, and knelt in front of Meng Jianwan.

The store was silent in an instant, and more than a dozen pairs of eyes stared at Song Yu blankly.

Is this...requiring for marriage?

As the person involved, Song Yu was a little confused and had no idea what was going on.

Of course, Song Yu wouldn't know that before he came, a young mother came to do manicures and was accompanied by a four-year-old boy. The child was naughty and had ice cream everywhere. He accidentally got rid of a ball of slimy liquid over time. After a long time, he melted into a pool of sticky liquid. The clerk was busy at the time and did not notice that the floor was dirty, so he did not clean it up in time.

Who would have thought that Song Yu accidentally stepped on the melted ice cream and fell down, unexpectedly falling into such a difficult position.

Meng Jianwan was as if he had been cast in a solidified curse and stood still for a while, then touched the four upper and lower pockets of the work pants, and said embarrassedly: "You said this is not a festival, and you didn't prepare a red envelope. You can't let you kneel in vain. I'll transfer you two hundred yuan on WeChat later?"

Song Yu: "..."

Fortunately, Song Yu was not surprised when he changed. He stood up calmly under the gaze of everyone, pretending to look down inadvertently. Fortunately, his pants were not stained and gently patted the dust on it. He was still the elegant and precious man a minute ago.

However, his erratic eyes and ears that were even redder than tomatoes betrayed his emotions.

Meng Jianwan glanced at the side, and Tao Ran immediately understood what she meant, picked up a mop from the corner of the wall, and cleaned up a pool of stains on the ground, so as not to cause trouble for other customers.

In fact, it is not surprising that Song Yu slipped. In order to resist dirt, the floor in the store was covered with water ripples, and the dirt was not obvious at all when it fell on it.

Song Yu clenched his hand into a fist and pressed against his lips and coughed lightly. The heat from his ears had not dropped for a long time and still looked very red. He had nothing to say: "Where is the helmet? Put on the helmet, do you ride me out for a walk?"

Meng Jianwan tilted his head: "You...what did you say???"

Song Yu closed his eyes and cursed himself secretly. What's going on? Why does it take forever to talk to Meng Jianwan every time? Did he not come to see her?

"What I said is, you ride a motorcycle to take me out for a walk." Song Yu made a clear pronunciation this time, and he was afraid that he would say the wrong thing again.

Meng Jianwan looked at the motorcycle outside the door, and the pedestrians passing by couldn't help but stop and watch, especially the boys, excitedly took photos and posted on WeChat Moments, showing off that the motorcycle was expensive and could be exchanged for a good car.

"I've tested the drive, except for the handlebar height that doesn't fit well, everything else is very good." The bald man carried the tool and adjusted it as required before leaving. Now there is probably no problem.

"Have you tried it?" Song Yu said, "Didn't you ask you to wait for me to test drive together?"

Meng Jianwan couldn't quite understand his words, as if they were very close to each other. She snorted: "For some reason, why should I wait for you?"

Song Yu was confident: "I bought the car."

Meng Jianwan said thoughtfully, and tested it, and almost took the motorcycle for himself. He forgot that it was Song Yu who paid: "How much is it? Give me a card number and I will call you."

“…”

Song Yu had nothing to say. When did he think about what Mr. Song gave him back, let alone a gift to his sweetheart.

"It was yours that said it was yours. Why do I want your money?" Song Yu picked up the helmet on the coffee table, picked up a helmet next to it and handed it to Meng Jianwan, "Didn't you just say that the handlebar height is not appropriate? You should have adjusted it, so don't try it?"

When he asked Xie Yong to buy a motorcycle, he specifically told him to order two helmets, which finally came in handy.

Meng Jianwan looked at his face, hesitated for a moment, reached out to take the helmet, shook his long hair, and buckled it on his head: "Since you want to be a fender so much, then you will be satisfied."

Song Yu didn't understand, but he followed suit, took off his glasses and put them away carefully, then put on his helmet. When passing by the half-length mirror at the door, he couldn't help but take a closer look: "No, why is my helmet green?"

Meng Jianwan turned around and looked at him in confusion: "Isn't this your choice?"

Song Yu looked at the pure black helmet that Meng Jianwan wore, and a little dissatisfied arose in his heart, and asked her: "Let's change."

Meng Jianwan: "You think beautifully!"

She walked out with great strides, rode on the motorcycle, and turned the car key to start the engine. Song Yu said "tsk" and had to accept his fate. She crossed her long legs and easily sat in the back seat, only one punch from Meng Jianwan's back.

In order to highlight his height and length, Song Yu easily stepped on the ground with one leg: "It is good for you to ride a bicycle to carry me. In case of an emergency, my feet can touch the ground with just one stretch, which can stabilize the car."

Meng Jianwan held the handlebar in his hand, and the adjusted height was indeed very suitable, which was much more comfortable than the first test drive. Hearing this, she rolled her eyes: "Do you think you are riding a bicycle?"

This is Kawasaki, which is comparable to a sports car. He still wants to brake with his feet, but he wants to die.

Meng Jianwan bent slightly, and the motorcycle rushed out like a beast that had just emerged from the cage. Song Yu was frightened by the sudden acceleration. Unconsciously, he pressed his chest against Meng Jianwan's back and held his hand against her waist. Her waist was too thin, and one arm could easily be wrapped around, which was more than enough, so he insisted on hugging her tightly with both arms.

Meng Jianwan frowned and reminded coldly: "Your paws."

Song Yu obediently let go of his hand, instead holding her shoulder, and his helmet covered his head, his voice a little dull: "I have to support you, what if the speed is too fast and throw me out?" The hem of his suit flew up and down, making a hula sound, which shows how fast it was.

"Don't you want to brake with your feet?" Meng Jianwan said contemptuously, "You'll brake and let me see."

"I'm ignorant, okay." Song Yu smiled and indulged, "I found that you really have the upper hand everywhere. Who can tolerate your temper except me... Hey, have you accelerated again? How many digits have you been soaring? No, I'm dizzy, I still feel unsafe to hold your shoulders."

He said, slowly moving his hands to her waist, wrapping his hands around her like he had just now, and pressing against her, two large helmets one by one and one behind each other.

"Song Yu!" Meng Jianwan warned.

"Who made rider Meng's driving skills too high? I don't want to fall down and get a bruised face." Song Yu used his stubborn and sluggish skills to the extreme, "I have to tie it with you."

Meng Jianwan said coldly and sarcastically: "Song Yu, are you a man?"

Song Yu whispered in her ear across the helmets of the two people: "Of course I am, you will know in the future."

Meng Jianwan: “…”

I fucking underestimated the shamelessness of this man.

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Song Yu: The corners of his mouth are crazy and fucking up.

Sister Meng: I advise you not to be too proud.
Chapter completed!