Song Yu turned back and held the other side of the suitcase lever at Meng Jianwan's feet with his hand, trying to help her lift it up, but she held it tightly and couldn't pull it.

Meng Jianwan looked at him, and his voice couldn't hear his emotions: "I'll go back to the nail salon, it's not going to be with you."

Song Yu was silent, feeling that Meng Jianwan in the countryside and Meng Jianwan in the imperial capital were completely different. If he hadn't followed her all the way, he would have really suspected that he had changed.

"If it's not going well, I'll send you there first." Song Yu held the lever and didn't let go, feeling that the "not going well" she said was an excuse, and it was not difficult to send her a trip.

Seeing this situation, Xie Yong consciously took a few steps away, put his hands in front of him, leaving room for them to speak.

Meng Jianwan pressed his phone and looked at the time. The car had to come for eight minutes. It was obviously five minutes before. She frowned and said, "Tsk". It was probably because the driver didn't find her place and was moving away.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the hand holding the trunk lever, and said carelessly: "No, I've been forced to be with you for so long, so why don't I be free?"

Song Yu noticed Meng Jianwan's words - forced.

He suddenly felt a little bored and wanted to smoke a cigarette. The empty hand subconsciously touched his pocket. He suddenly remembered that he hadn't smoked for a long time and was not addicted to smoking. Just as he was about to give up, Xie Yong handed over a box of cigarettes and a lighter.

Song Yu: "..."

Xie Yong was a distance away from them. Although he had not heard what they said clearly, as a special assistant, he had to pay attention to his boss's every move. Seeing the boss touching his pocket, he immediately guessed that the boss wanted to smoke and handed him over without saying a word.

Song Yu glanced at him, as if he was hinting that he had no vision, and then waved his hand.

Xie Yong took back the cigarette box and lighter, but didn't know what he had done wrong, so he silently returned to his original place.

After this interruption, Song Yu's boredom became complicated. He felt that Meng Jianwan was not wrong. She was indeed "forced" to stay with him.

It was him who insisted on chasing her back to her hometown. After learning that Lin Chunhua was her weakness, he regarded Lin Chunhua as his backer and repeatedly made great efforts.

Thinking of this, Song Yu let go of the hand and stopped forcing her, but he wanted to fight for it, so he lowered his eyes and pretended to pay attention to his cuffs, and said seriously: "Don't you really want to be my girlfriend?"

Meng Jianwan took out her cell phone to check the time again. The driver was three minutes away from her and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He finally came over: "What did you say?"

"...I said." Song Yu was a little powerless and his voice was low, "Would you like to be my girlfriend?"

When ordinary girls are asked this kind of question, they will probably think about whether they like this person. If they like it, they will agree, and if they don’t like it, they will refuse. Meng Jianwan took the ordinary path, and raised the corners of his mouth gently and said lightly: "You may not understand me. I am a person, who is profit-oriented. What should I do when I am your girlfriend?"

Song Yu raised his eyes and tried to list his strengths, and then found that there were too many strengths and he might not finish it in a short while. He picked the most obvious one and said it: "Isn't it okay to be rich and handsome?"

Meng Jianwan really didn't expect someone to say this seriously. She smiled: "I want you to brag and your face will not blush or your heart will not be beaten."

“…that’s OK.”

“…”

The car I made an appointment finally arrived. The driver parked the car on the side of the road. Seeing Meng Jianwan holding a large suitcase beside him, he quickly untied his seat belt, pushed open the door and got out of the car, and pulled the trunk.

When the driver was about to come to help get the suitcase, Meng Jianwan had already carried the suitcase with one hand and stuffed it into the trunk as soon as he lifted his hand, so he didn't need to bother others at all.

Song Yu watched Meng Jianwan get into the passenger seat and couldn't help but say a harsh sentence: "Meng Jianwan, let me tell you, a man as outstanding as me will pass this village..."

Meng Jianwan put his hand on the car window, his eyes jokingly, and followed his words and said, "Isn't this store?"

With her smile-smile expression, Song Yu's mind was instantly awake. With Meng Jianwan's violent temper, the provocation method was useless to her at all. If he said something to death and angered her completely, he would have no way back.

The rest of the words stuck at the bottom of my throat, turned a corner, and replaced it with another sentence: "After passing this village, there will still be a store, please think about it carefully."

Meng Jianwan said "Oh" and sat upright, lifted up to the car window.

The driver started the car, and the scenery on the roadside quickly retreated, and the man standing there disappeared from sight for a moment.

Song Yu took out his cell phone from his pocket and wanted to send Meng Jianwan a message to her home to report her safety. He opened her WeChat chat box, but found that the last chat between the two was stuck many days ago, the day when she returned to her hometown.

The red exclamation mark in front of the message is particularly eye-catching.

During this period, he and Meng Jianwan lived in the same room, and they were together day and night. Without the need to contact him on WeChat, he forgot about Meng Jianwan blocking him on WeChat.

Song Yu remembered that Meng Jianwan’s WeChat account was the abbreviation of his name and a string of phone numbers, so he dialed the phone.

The phone rang a few times and was connected. Meng Jianwan said indifferently: "Who?"

"It's me." Song Yu said, "Don't forget to send me a text message to report your safety when you get home. Also, when will you pull out my WeChat?"

Meng Jianwan: "Let's talk about it, I'm dead."

Without giving Song Yu a chance to speak again, Meng Jianwan hung up the phone.

Song Yu was stunned and looked at the phone screen, but he didn't react for a moment. Xie Yong came over again at some point and reminded him: "The phone has been hung up."

"I need you to say it?" Song Yu calmly lowered his hand and prepared to stuff his phone back into his pocket. Perhaps because he was stimulated by Meng Jianwan, he didn't stuff it in at once, and the phone came out of his hand and fell down.

Unfortunately, the mobile phone screen was facing downward and hit a corner of the flower bed on the roadside. The screen broke into a spider web shape. It was raining all night long, and the mobile phone rolled down from the tiles of the flower bed, hit the ground and rolled around, and slid down the curb into the sewer.

Such a dramatic scene, if it weren't for seeing it with your own eyes, Song Yu wouldn't have believed it.

Xie Yong also saw it and hurriedly squatted down to check. The cover of the sewer was a square iron bar with a very small gap. His hands would definitely not be able to reach in. He had to find a tool to clip the phone out, or pry the lid open directly.

Just a mobile phone, Song Yu obviously didn't take it seriously and waved his hand impatiently: "Forget it, go back and buy a new one and get a replacement phone number."

He really didn't want to stay here anymore, so he turned around and left. Xie Yong was about to remind him, but Song Yu turned back, as if he suddenly remembered something: "Let me find someone to come and take out your phone."

"I was about to tell you this. If the phone is taken away by someone else, will the important information and personal privacy in it be leaked? This is very unsafe." Xie Yong said cautiously, "It's more safe to pick it up. Don't worry, I'll contact someone right away."

Song Yu shook his head. He and Xie Yong were not thinking the same thing: "What do you know? You can change scissors, kitchen knives, and basins in old phones."

Xie Yong: "???"

What kind of president’s confusing behavior reward is this? Are you still missing a pot?

Maybe it's love that makes people stupid.

Xie Yongmo took out his cell phone and called someone, asking him to come and help take out his cell phone.

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Meng Jianwan lied to Song Yu, but she did not go back to the nail salon, but went home.

There is no other reason. Mei Sixiu didn’t see Meng Jianwan for a long time and missed her a little.

It wasn't time to get off work, except for Mei Sixiu, there was only Mrs. Meng at home. She heard from somewhere that Meng Jianwan had returned to her hometown during the period when she disappeared. She felt uncomfortable and said a few thorny words.

The general meaning is that Meng Jianwan had already changed his surname to Meng. He was from the Meng family. Don’t always think about the small families in the countryside, so that people can find out and see it and make people laugh.

Meng Jianwan thought it was quite interesting. He didn't treat her as a family member. At this time, he said that she was from the Meng family and could not lose the face of the Meng family.

But she had already gotten used to it, so she ignored Mrs. Meng and dragged her suitcase straight upstairs.

Mei Sixiu has been waiting in her room for a long time. When she was idle, she ironed the autumn clothes she bought for her a few days ago and put them in the wardrobe.

Hearing the sound of the door lock turning, Mei Sixiu happily put down the ironing machine and ran over to greet him: "Wanwan is back! How about it, are you having fun in your hometown? Is my grandma in good health?"

As she said, she reached out to help Meng Jianwan lift the suitcase, and caught her in her hand and fell down unexpectedly. She was pressed down by the weight of the box and bent down.

Mei Sixiu took a breath and said in surprise: "So heavy?"

"I'll get it." Meng Jianwan easily picked it up with one hand, put it horizontally on a low cabinet, and said while opening the lid, "Grandma is in good health. She eats two bowls of rice at a time. She chats with the aunt and aunt in the village for no reason. She doesn't let her do any other farm work except raising chickens."

Mei Sixiu felt relieved, raised her hand and rolled up her hair, rolled up her sleeves and said, "I'll clean up, you go and take a shower. Are you tired of sitting in the car for so long?"

Meng Jianwan put down the things in his hand, turned around and found a set of pajamas to go to the bathroom, and took a simple shower. When she came out of the bathroom, Mei Sixiu was still slowly packing the things in her suitcase.

Except for a small pile of changing clothes, the rest were all specialties stuffed into Lin Chunhua. They were packed in more than a dozen packs of large and small, packed in colorful plastic bags, and took them out and placed a full table.

Mei Sixiu held her waist and sighed, no wonder she was so heavy.

After sorting out the specialty, she took out a T-shirt, supported it with a hanger and hung it into the wardrobe, took out a skirt and hung it in, and then... She looked at the clothes in her hand. It was a pair of black sports trousers, and the length should be a man.

Mei Sixiu was stunned for a moment, but didn't think much about it. Meng Jianwan would usually buy men's clothes to wear, and it was piled loosely on her body and wearing a baseball cap. It was quite cool.

Meng Jianwan bent, her long wet hair hung upside down in front of her. She wrapped it in a wide towel in her hand and wiped it back and forth.

"Wanwan!" Mei Sixiu suddenly screamed.

Meng Jianwan was startled, raised his eyelids, and looked over through the thick black hair hanging in front of him: "What's wrong?"

"This...this...this is yours?" Mei Sixiu looked unnatural and stuttered, as if she was frightened.

Meng Jianwan stood up and stroked his hair behind his head. Only then did he see clearly what Mei Sixiu had in his hand, a pair of black men's underwear - Song's underwear.

When Song Yu and her returned home with her, they were empty-handed and had nothing to bring. When they returned to the imperial capital, they had two more T-shirts, a pair of sweatpants and a pair of underwear. He was too lazy to find another duffel bag, so he stuffed it into her suitcase.

Meng Jianwan looked at the black underwear that was floating around Mei Sixiu's fingertips with his eyes fixedly, and Yun Danfeng said lightly: "It's obvious that it's not mine."

Before Mei Sixiu recovered from the shock, she swallowed and asked, "Whose this is this? If I read it correctly, are these... men's underwear?"

Meng Jianwan said "ah" and pointed his fingers in the air a few times, thinking about what kind of reason it would be easier for Mei Sixiu to believe.

After all, her mother is quite simple and easy to cheat. As long as it is not too outrageous, she will basically not doubt it.

Song Yu's face suddenly appeared in his mind. Meng Jianwan said "I have it", cleared his throat and explained: "Ah, I remembered wrongly, this is not men's underwear, this is a girl's underwear. I have a friend named Xiaoyu, who is over 1.8 meters tall and has a burly figure like a boy, so the underwear is slightly larger."

Mei Sixiu believed it, said "Oh", folded her underwear and put it back, and said casually: "How come Xiaoyu's clothes are with you?"

The water dripping from the ends of the hair wet the clothes on his back. Meng Jianwan came to his senses, breathed a long sigh, and continued to wipe his hair with a towel: "We will go back to the imperial capital from our hometown together. He didn't have a suitcase, so he put it in my box."

Mei Sixiu had no questions anymore and helped her put everything in place.

The phone suddenly rang, Meng Jianwan paused his hand while wiping his hair, picked it up and saw that it was a text message sent by the owner of the black underwear, and asked her if she had arrived.

Meng Jianwan wanted to leave it aside, but then he thought, with Song Yu's obsession with pestering her, if she didn't reply to the news, he would keep asking, so she simply typed two words and sent it over: "It's here."

Song Yu then sent another one, which was so petty that he didn't look like a president: "My clothes are with you. When will you have time? I'll go and get them."

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Xiaoyu: I heard you spread rumors that I am a woman???

Sister Meng: No guilt.jpg
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