The two of them were in a little embarrassed when they returned home. Song Yu knew that they were in the wrong and did not provoke Meng Jianwan again. However, they still asked her intimately if she was injured, but she rolled her eyes.

Song Yu touched his nose, entered the guest room that Lin Chunhua helped him clean up, took a shower and came out, and he felt much more refreshed.

He wore a loose T-shirt and sports trousers and looked at the full-length mirror in the room. He was not particularly ugly when wearing ordinary clothes without any design. Meng Jianwan had a good vision, of course, the main reason was that he had good conditions.

Song Yu curled his lips, bent down and picked up his cell phone on the nightstand, wanted to check the news and explain some things to Xie Yong. After all, the company had some urgent matters that he had to make decisions. Originally, he was going to start a new project in a resort villa, and attending a commercial cocktail party was also meeting one of the big investors. There would be a lot of things to deal with next, but he didn't want to accompany Meng Jianwan back to his hometown in an impulse, which made many things inconvenient to do.

Song Yu pressed the lock screen key of his phone, but there was no reaction at all, and then he found that the phone was automatically turned off when it was out of power.

He was confused for a few seconds, remembering that he was in a hurry and did not bring a charger.

Meng Jianwan’s mobile phone model is the same as his. She should have a charger there. He put down his phone and walked out of the room, raised his hand and knocked on the door opposite.

Unexpectedly, the door was not closed tightly, and his hand automatically opened a gap as soon as it touched the door panel.

As the crack of the door opened wider and wider, Song Yu's gaze became concentrated, and his breathing suddenly stopped for a few seconds. After reacting, he immediately turned around gentlemanly and his eyes sank.

Meng Jianwan turned his head after hearing the movement. Seeing that it was him, his eyes were almost spitting out: "Song Yu! You want to die!"

"I said I didn't mean it, do you believe it?" Song Yu said seriously.

After he finished speaking, the scene he saw just now appeared in his mind. Meng Jianwan's entire back was exposed, as white as snow, without any flaws, and the curve of his waist was as obvious as it was. He held it with a grip. His long hair was wet, with water drops dripping down the ends of his hair, dropping on his back, rolling down along the delicate skin like a cream, slid all the way to his waist, and barely stopped there.

He claimed to be a gentleman, but his breathing was still uncontrollably chaotic.

Meng Jianwan probably was absent-minded when he entered the room. The door was not closed or noticed. He went directly to the bathroom to take a shower. After washing, he realized that he had forgotten to bring his pajamas in. She thought that she was at her own house anyway, so she walked out naked and stood by the bed to put on her clothes. As soon as the pajamas were put on her head, Song Yu pushed open the door...

This time I really want to die.

Song Yu was shocked and ran away without saying a word. He didn't dare to go to the guest room, so he ran out of the door.

The group of chattering people had not yet ended, and were talking about who would get married next month. Suddenly, they saw Song Yu appear here and greet him enthusiastically.

Song Yu responded perfunctorily a few times, looking into the house from time to time, feeling extremely nervous.

Someone sang: "Hey, Xiaoyu, where did you buy the clothes you wear? He is so handsome. I want to buy one for my grandson too!"

Song Yu had a handsome face and three-dimensional figure, and his figure was even more like a male model. He could be said to be a walking clothes rack. The gray sack was also handsome when he was draped on him.

The street stall product that costs more than 20 yuan is just like a luxury brand high-end style by the noble temperament he brings. The embroidered letters on the clothes all have the feeling of a brand logo.

Song Yu chuckled and replied accordingly: "The street stall next to the tofu shop on the street costs two pieces for 29 yuan. You can choose whatever you want and give me a pair of socks."

He felt incredible when he said it, so that Zhao Yichen could laugh at the chickens that were within a radius of ten miles crowing together.

After hearing this, the aunts were really excited and sighed that it was too affordable. They must go over early tomorrow to grab clothes, and if it is too late, they will probably be out of stock.

As Song Yu was just talking, Meng Jianwan came out with murderous intent. She was wearing a T-shirt and shorts, and her hair had been blown dry, and she was draped behind her. But Song Yu still remembered the beautiful scenery she saw a moment ago, and her eyes flashed.

"Wanwan is here. We just said that the clothes you picked for Xiaoyu are beautiful." Lin Chunhua shook the palm-leaf fan and pulled a small stool while saying that, and asked her to come and sit.

Meng Jianwan stood still and said, "Song Yu, come here."

"Ah, the room is so hot. Let's sit for a while before going in." Song Yu rolled his eyes and said to him, "Come here quickly, I'll fan you."

Several aunts winked at each other, and their faces were full of smiles. Some people said, "Young people are different, they want to stick together at all times."

"No, Lao Yang just passed by here and said that on the way back, he saw a young couple in the field."

“Which?”

"Oh, what else can it be? Just do that!"

Song Yu: "..."

Meng Jianwan: “…”

Song Yu and Meng Jianwan looked at each other and reached a consensus in a short time: as long as we do not admit it, the protagonist of the field story is definitely not us.

It was too dark at that time, and the two of them fell on the fields with dry grass, covered in dust. Passers-by were separated by a long distance, and even if the light from the flashlight shone on their faces, they could not see clearly what they looked like.

Song Yu pulled Meng Jianwan to sit down on the stool, took the palm-shaped fan handed by Lin Chunhua to fan her. Everyone saw his attentiveness, praised him for his love for others, and lamented that Meng Jianwan had a good life and found such a good boyfriend.

Song Yu leaned over and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "I didn't mean it. My phone was out of battery. I wanted to borrow a charger from you. The door opened automatically when I knocked on the door...ah!"

Meng Jianwan took advantage of his inattention and suddenly implemented a tragic revenge plan - twisting his waist.

She was very serious, and Song Yu probably had pinched Zi by her. He took a breath, rubbed his waist and whispered: "You really don't know how to cherish the fragrance."

Meng Jianwan: "Are you jade?"

Song Yu nodded solemnly: "I am Xiaoyu."

Meng Jianwan gritted his teeth and laughed angrily by him. He had never seen such a shameless man. The coldness and unparalleledness in the eyes of outsiders are all illusions.

When Song met her, she was almost angry and discussed, "Can you lend me the charger? I have to call my assistant and explain something."

Meng Jianwan got up and went back to the room. Song Yu put down his palm fan and followed her, looking at her back, with an insignificant curve on the corner of her mouth.

He knew that Meng Jianwan was a representative of a hard-mouthed and soft-hearted person. He was angry and exhaled on the spot. When she got angry, she would be like nothing happened.

This is probably the type that is often said, "never hold grudges, but usually you will avenge them on the spot."

Meng Jianwan went back to the room and found the charger and threw it to him. When he was about to turn it back, he suddenly stopped and stared at Song Yu's face and said in surprise: "Why are your eyes swollen?"

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I calculated that it should be not far from kissing.
Chapter completed!