In fact, when Meng Jianwan asked Song Yu for the first time, he heard it clearly. He just wanted to tease her, so he pretended not to hear what she said. Sure enough, he got angry when he saw her.

Song Yu tilted his head and thought for a while: "It's more than 800 degrees, it's hard to tell the difference between male and female within two meters, and people and animals outside two meters. I really can't see the way clearly, so Wanwan, don't walk too fast, I won't be able to keep up."

Meng Jianwan squinted his eyes and was half-believing. Given his days of getting along with each other, she always felt that he had few truths in his mouth: "Is that so? You can't see my face clearly now? You can't see clearly even if you are so close?"

Meng Jianwan has a good vision and cannot experience the feeling of myopia of 800 degrees.

"Well, I can't see clearly." Song Yu nodded solemnly, then raised his lips and smiled, "But your face is engraved in my heart, you can imagine it without looking at it."

Meng Jianwan was speechless and turned around and left.

She understood that Song Yu was not sexy all over and felt uncomfortable all over.

Song Yu took two steps and held her wrist, and said the same thing: "Wait for me, I can't see the way."

Meng Jianwan originally planned to take Song Yu to the glasses shop in the town when he had time tomorrow to match a new pair of glasses, but seeing him staggering and staggering, no different from a blind man, he changed his mind.

She put the fishing net and a bucket of fish at home, changed her clothes, and took him to the glasses shop without stopping.

Song Yu's gold wire frame is still there, and only needs to be equipped with lenses.

There were not many people in the glasses shop. As soon as the two entered, a clerk came to entertain him and said in a whisper: "Welcome, who needs glasses?"

Meng Jianwan pointed to the people around him, and the clerk smiled and made a gesture to Song Yu: "Hello, please come here, I'll help you measure your vision first."

Song Yu was taken to the room for vision testing, and Meng Jianwan sat outside on the sofa waiting. He swept around and looked around at the promotional brochure on the coffee table.

Since Song Yu lived with her in her hometown, she has never been peaceful any day. She either bought clothes with him or accompanied the bed in the hospital. Now she has to wear him with glasses, and she has become the eldest young master's little maid.

Meng Jianwan was so angry that he raised his hand and threw the brochure on the coffee table.

Another clerk seemed to see her impatientness, thoughtfully took a paper cup, poured a cup of chrysanthemum tea to clear the heat and remove the fire, put it in front of her: "Wait a moment, we'll be there soon."

The work efficiency is indeed quite high. Before long, Song Yu tested his vision. The clerk lay on the counter to fill out the form and asked the clerk who poured tea for Meng Jianwan to take Song Yu to select lenses.

A girl in her early twenties suddenly saw such a handsome man. She couldn't help but blush and her heart beat. She pointed to various functions in the glass counter and introduced him to lenses of different prices. She asked routinely: "Are you a worker who has been facing computers for a long time? If so, I recommend you to use this one..."

Song Yu raised his palm and interrupted her recommendation: "No, choose the most expensive and best lenses."

When Meng Jianwan heard this, he turned his head to look at him. Song Yu was not wearing glasses, so he didn't notice that Meng Jianwan was looking at him. His slender fingers hit the glass counter. His expression was cold as he spoke, and he looked as if the superior was looking down on him.

Song Yu rarely showed similar expressions in front of Meng Jianwan. She raised her eyebrows and applauded silently, lamenting that this was very consistent with the eldest young master's style.

In fact, the most expensive and best lenses in this glasses shop are incomparable to the ones Song Yu used before. Meng Jianwan didn't say anything and let him go.

After all, it is something used on the eyes, which is different from the clothes worn on the body.

Song Yu chose the lenses, and the clerk there wrote the order, and then took Song Yu's original frame to the master in the computer room and asked him to cut the lenses.

Song Yu sat leisurely beside Meng Jianwan, with his hands on his chin, staring at her with black eyes, and his eyes were vividly as if he could speak.

Meng Jianwan couldn't stand it anymore, so he turned his back and asked patiently: "What do you want to say?"

Song Yu seemed to find it difficult to speak, paused for a while, and slowly said, "I suddenly remembered that I forgot to bring my wallet and cell phone."

"So what?" Meng Jianwan had a premonition.

"So, this time you will pay for me. I owe you what I owe you, and I will pay it back to you when I go back." Song Yu pinched the back of her hand and smiled gently.

Meng Jianwan had already gotten used to his habit of not bringing money when he went out. In fact, it was understandable to think about it. After all, Song Yu Zai Di was the boss of the group. If he wanted something, he would immediately send the things to him, and he would not need to go to the store to pick them up.

"If you borrow money, you need to borrow money. You don't have to get close to you like this. We are not familiar with each other." Meng Jianwan slapped his hand and got up and took his cell phone to the counter to pay.

Song Yu sat in the same place, still smiling, watching Meng Jianwan's back as he walked away. His vision was a little blurred, but the clear outline of the girl appeared in his heart.

It turns out that the phrase "carved in my heart" is not a joke.

Song Yu's good mood did not last long because Meng Jianwan took a look at the form before paying, and filled in the accurate degree of myopia.

Meng Jianwan pinched the order with his fingers, turned to face Song Yu, and slowly read it out: "The left eye is 325 degrees, the right eye is 350 degrees, you tell me that you are myopia is 800 degrees? Song Yu, you'd better explain it to me."

Song Yu: "..."

Oh no, the lies were exposed again.

Song Yu calmed down and a gyro was running at high speed in his brain. He couldn't think of a reason and told lies with his eyes open: "Is that so? That might be because the glasses I wore before had a correction effect."

Several clerks in the glasses shop looked at each other, then looked at Song Yu unanimously, expressing admiration for his nonsense skills.

How could Meng Jianwan not know that Song Yu was making a fool of himself, so he threw a look of "you wait for me" and paid the money with angrily.

Not long after waiting, Song Yu got his glasses. After putting on it, the whole world became clear. Several clerks looked at the temperament of different people, and excitedly gathered together and spoke in a low voice.

Song Yu adapted for a while, and when he turned around, he saw Meng Jianwan leaving the glasses shop without expression. He was stunned for a moment, hurriedly thanked the clerk, and chased him out.

When he got closer, Meng Jianwan kicked him mercilessly. While he was hiding, he smiled and said, "I was wrong."

Meng Jianwan refused to give in, and flew over with one eyebrow after another, and said, "Well? Eight hundred degrees of myopia? Do you believe it or not, I will poke your eyes into a thousand degrees now? Don't move while standing!"

Song Yu really stood still and didn't move. Seeing her rushing towards her with her arms raised, he raised his head slightly, stretched out his hands to hold her in his arms, and held her palms around her waist.

After she stood firm, Song Yu lowered his head, looked at her face and said, "Okay, I'll poke you."

Every time there was a lot of thunder and little rain. Did she think he was still as afraid of her as before?

When Meng Jianwan's finger was about to be put on Song Yu's glasses, he realized something was wrong and suddenly retreated from his arms: "Are you sick?"

Song Yu pretended to be stupid: "What?"

Meng Jianwan stared at him for a while, turned his head, and stood by the roadside as if nothing had happened to stop a car. Song Yu's eyes flashed slightly and he smiled imperceptibly.

However, Meng Jianwan never expected that she said to Song Yu in person in the glasses shop during the day, "We are not familiar with each other." At night, they were so familiar that they slept in the same room.

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Xiaoyu: I’m going to have a wedding room with Wanwan!!!

Sister Meng: What did you say???

Xiaoyu: I'm talking about having sex, and my mouth is back... orz
Chapter completed!