Meng Weixia wore a dress designed by herself, a long skirt that changed from pure white to dark blue from chest to skirt hem. There were two silk flowers next to each other on her waist. The hem of the skirt was smooth like flowing water while walking, and it was gentle and charming.

She always stayed with Mrs. Meng, and nodded and greeted the guests when they were coming and going. Even if she met Meng Weihuai’s business partners, she could call her most of them, and obviously she did some homework in advance.

Old Mrs. Meng was very satisfied with this and never restrained her smile on her face.

She looked around and didn't see Meng Jianwan's figure. Her face became darker. She patted Meng Weixia's back of her hand and asked in a low voice: "Where is your sister? Where did she go on this day? She didn't see her in a positive shape every day."

Meng Weixia had just finished talking to an elder. Hearing this, she lowered her eyelashes and said with a clever smile: "I didn't see her, I should still dress myself in the room."

Old Mrs. Meng: "When did you see her dress up seriously?"

Meng Weixia thought for a while and said, "That's true."

Just then, several of Meng Weixia's uncles and aunts arrived, as well as younger cousins ​​and other groups of people, all of whom were relatives from her biological mother's home. Mei Sixiu said a few words to them, then came over to Meng Weixia and said, "I'll accompany your grandma, go talk to them."

Meng Weixia pursed her lips and said "Okay".

When she left, Mei Sixiu took over her position, stood on the right side of Mrs. Meng, and supported her arm.

Old Mrs. Meng asked again: "What's going on?"

Mei Sixiu was busy entertaining guests just now, but she didn't notice whether Meng Jianwan came or not. She was about to search for her, but Old Mrs. Meng said unhappy: "Stop watching, she didn't come."

"Maybe they are changing clothes." Mei Sixiu pursed her lower lip and said good things to Meng Jianwan, "When I first came, Wanwan was preparing to change clothes in the room, and she should be coming soon."

The two were talking when a commotion rang out at the gate of the banquet hall. Liang Rushui walked towards Song Yukuankuan.

Old Mrs. Meng looked at everyone's eyes with surprise, but it was not difficult to see that there was excitement and joy in her eyes: "Why is Mrs. Song coming?! And her son!"

Although the Meng family has become a popular family over the years, it is very different from the Song family, a wealthy family of a long time. The two families have no connection and have not moved much.

Old Mrs. Meng is quite self-aware and does not think that the other party is for her own sake.

Mei Sixiu thought for a while and explained in a low voice to the old lady's ear: "Mrs. Song and I have talked to each other for several days in private, so I handed in the invitation this time, and I didn't expect her to come."

Old Mrs. Meng was surprised by this. She usually didn't go out of the door, but her daughter-in-law, who was asking about anything, knew how to socialize.

After a brief surprise, Old Mrs. Meng rarely showed an admiration to Mei Sixiu, held her hand, and praised her for doing well: "I have wanted to say to you for a long time. Wei Huai is busy with work. You, a wife, should be a good wife. Since you can't help in business, then put some effort into interpersonal relationships, which can be regarded as indirectly helping him accumulate connections."

However, Mei Sixiu's next words made the old lady's expression froze-

"I think Mrs. Song probably didn't attend the birthday party for my sake. She likes Wanwan very much and wants Wanwan to be her daughter-in-law."

Mrs. Song likes Meng Jianwan? What a joke?

Old Mrs. Meng stared at Mei Sixiu's face for a while, as if she was telling the truth of her words. Then, she found that she was calm, not like she was lying or joking. In fact, Mei Sixiu never joked, and she had a soft and depressed face all day long.

Old Mrs. Meng's eyebrows were beating. Before she could say anything, Liang Rushui had already seen Mei Sixiu here and came over with a smile to say hello: "The old lady is so radiant today. I wish you happiness as much as the East China Sea and longevity as the South Mountain!"

Old Mrs. Meng was still thinking about Mei Sixiu's words, and then she slowed down before she showed a smile and replied with a polite word.

Liang Rushui turned to Mei Sixiu next to her, and her smile softened: "I know you are busy preparing for a birthday party these days, and you will have afternoon tea together next time you have the chance."

"Okay." Mei Sixiu smiled, not refusing.

Song Yu exchanged a few greetings with Meng Weihuai on the other side, and walked over, greeted Mrs. Meng and Mei Sixiu one after another, showing her full gentlemanly demeanor and etiquette as a junior.

Mei Sixiu saw him last time at a party. She didn't expect that he would have something to do with his daughter, so she didn't observe it carefully.

Now that she has changed her mood, she naturally has to think about it carefully.

Song Yu has a handsome appearance and outstanding temperament. Needless to say, these external conditions are very good at studying in the United States. After returning to China, he took over Shifeng Group and became the new president. At a young age, he did not have a trace of arrogance. He only had calmness and stability beyond his age, which complemented Meng Jianwan's temperament.

Mei Sixiu remained silent, but she felt like a teacher who was marking the papers inside, and gave Song Yu a score on the spot.

Song Yu knew it very well and let her look at him, calm and composed.

It took me a long time to clear my throat, and looked at Mei Sixiu and said with a smile: "Where is Wanwan? Why didn't I see her?"

Mei Sixiu woke up like a dream, looking around. Before Meng Jianwan's girl came, the old lady was so upset about this.

Old Mrs. Meng seemed to have grabbed the handle, and began to criticize Meng Jianwan in front of outsiders. She was full of disgust in her words, for fear that others would not understand Meng Jianwan's nature: "I don't know where the crazy thing has gone, and I haven't seen anyone yet. It's okay if I have no rules and regulations in my daily life. She doesn't know how to restrain herself today!"

The noise around seemed to have gone away, leaving only the old lady's dissatisfied voice.

Song Yu frowned slightly and returned to his normal expression in an instant. Although he felt uncomfortable, he couldn't say anything to his elders, but he just thought of Lin Chunhua's words for no reason.

Marry early and pass by late night, the people of the Meng family treat her badly...

Song Yu had seen Meng Weixia and Meng Qiaosen's attitude towards Meng Jianwan before. He felt that with Meng Jianwan's temperament, the two of them were not her opponents when they joined forces, but he did not expect that even the elders in the family would not hide their rejection of her.

He also thought of Lin Chunhua, who lived in the countryside. She was such a kind old man. She had delicious food and was always smiling. She was very happy to see that they were delicious.

Even if Lin Chunhua is not mentioned, his own grandmother is also a kind old lady. She did not live with them. Like Zhou Muyun's grandfather, she found a manor with good scenery and facilities in the suburbs. She raised flowers and walked birds every day, and lived a free and leisurely life. She only asked about the trivial matters of the family and understood "children and grandchildren have their own blessings" very thoroughly.

Liang Rushui suddenly smiled, which broke the awkward atmosphere and smoothed out the situation: "Wanwan may have been delayed by something, why don't you go and have a look?"

"Okay." Mei Sixiu took the conversation, then smiled at Song Yu, and told him the specific location of Meng Jianwan's room.

Song Yu put his hand on the button on the front and nodded gently: "I missed my companion."

He left the banquet hall, threw the room's fragrant clothes behind him, and walked towards the main room in front of him. The rain had stopped and the light was dim. He did not notice that there was a low loquat tree in the corner of the wall, and the branches stained with rain swept across his shoulders.

Song Yuhun didn't care and raised his hand and brushed it twice.

But this is a very normal scene that fell into Meng Weixia's eyes and became a painting of thick ink and colorful, printed on the heart, and cannot be erased or erased.

Meng Weixia stood in the banquet hall, looking at Song Yu's figure through the floor-to-ceiling glass until he entered the room.

Song Yu entered the main hall and stopped.

The aunt went to the banquet hall to help, but there was no one in the main hall. He stepped upstairs and found Meng Jianwan's room. He brewed outside the door for a moment, bent his index finger and middle finger and knocked on the door.

"Here's here!"

In the room, Meng Jianwan's voice was filled with impatientness. He thought that Mei Sixiu had sent an aunt to call him. While reaching out to the back and zipping the zipper, he went barefoot to open the door.

She opened the door, lifted her eyelids, and suddenly stopped her movements. The person outside the door was actually wearing a formal outfit, beautiful and handsome Song Yu.

Meng Jianwan: “…”

Meng Jianwan knew that Song Yu was coming to attend the birthday party, but unexpectedly, he did not expect that he would not be a guest in the banquet hall and actually ran to her room.

The behavior of the Dingtuzi is correct.

Meng Jianwan pulled the zipper behind him to the top, and the next second, he threw it to the door with a "bang".

The door was closed in front of Song Yu and almost hit his nose. He paused for a few seconds, touched the tip of his nose with his fingers. He was just watching people, and his movements were slower and he couldn't hold the door panel.

A mistaken plan.

The last time I saw Meng Jianwan wearing such a ladylike dress was at Xu Zhan’s birthday party, but that time was not as grand as she wore today. She wore a long dress, revealing her snow shoulders and collarbone. Even without makeup, she was still incredibly beautiful. She could never take her eyes off just one look.

Song Yu knocked on the door patiently, his voice was low and slightly dumb: "Wanwan, open the door, your mother asked me to pick you up."

Meng Jianwan ignored him and stood in front of the full-body mirror and pulled the hem of the skirt. No matter where he was, he still felt that it was too cumbersome. The hem of the skirt was dragged on the ground and could step on it at any time, and then fell to the ground.

She whispered annoyedly, put on her high heels, and unwillingly opened the door.

This time, Song Yuxue became smart and blocked her hands against the door frame to prevent her from closing the door again. Then, the corners of her mouth curled up and looked at her straight.

Meng Jianwan was about to stagger him downstairs, but he reached out to stop him. He took out a gift box from his pocket like a magic trick and handed it to her: "Give it to you."

Meng Jianwan raised his head and looked at his face with his eyes squinted for a while. After a while, he felt like he was not talking about a joke: "You are fucking wrong, today is not my 70th birthday, but my grandma's. Didn't you figure it out before you came to have a banquet?"

Song Yu: "..."

Song Yu stuffed the gift box into her hand: "Who said he would give it to her birthday? Can't I give it to you?"

"Then I thank you." Meng Jianwan didn't open it and saw what was in the box. He seemed to be uninterested. He threw it away casually. The gift box drew a parabola in the air, landing on the table accurately, making a crisp sound.

Song Yu looked at her without blinking, looking at her when she walked through the corridor, looking at her when she went downstairs, looking at her when she walked out of the living room, and until outside the banquet hall, he barely retracted his gaze, but Yu Guang was secretly looking at her.

Meng Jianwan held the hem of the skirt all the way and finally let go of his hand outside the banquet hall, so that the hem of the skirt naturally drooped. She whispered: "Look at it again, be careful that I'll poke your eyes blind!"

If my hands hadn't been occupied, I would have poked your eyes blind!

The door of the banquet hall opened, and the guests looked at the eyes of the eye-catching couple.

Xu Zhan came late and didn't see Meng Jianwan. He wanted to go find her, but he didn't want to turn his head and see her. He stood with Song Yu, and the two seemed to have made an appointment to come together.

He paused with his hand holding champagne, and the transparent liquid swayed in the goblet for a moment, returning to peace.

Song Yu's expression remained unchanged, his head tilted slightly to the side of Meng Jianwan, and he paused with a word of air sound: "Does of pairs of eyes, please poke it slowly."

Meng Jianwan: “…”

When she passed by Song Yu, Meng Jianwan pinched him hard, then walked towards Mrs. Meng with a fake smile, said a few words to celebrate her birthday, and presented the birthday ceremony that Mei Sixiu selected for her.

There were too many guests around, and Old Mrs. Meng was embarrassed to show her face and accepted the birthday gift with a smile.

To outsiders, it is a picture of the younger generation being filial to the elders and loving.

Meng Jianwan seemed to have completed the task, and threw a look at Mei Sixiu, as if asking if he could leave?

However, without waiting for her to take a breath, Liang Rushui's eyes locked on her, walked over from a group of wives, and grabbed her hand.

Meng Jianwan was eye contact with Mei Sixiu, caught off guard and was caught by someone's wrist. He almost had a conditioned reflex and fell over his shoulder...

Fortunately, she reacted quickly and dispelled this impulse in time. Her eyes slowly moved up from the hand holding her wrist, staring at the face of the person in front of her, with a smiling face.

Liang Rushui stroked the back of her fair and tender hands and said with a smile: "Wanwan is so beautiful today, let my aunt take a good look."

Meng Jianwan was really not used to this intimacy, so he pulled out his hand and said in a hard tone: "...thank you."

Liang Rushui was not angry and asked her with concern: "What are you busy with recently? Have you ever been to sit at my aunt's house? Ayu said you like to eat, my cooking skills are pretty good. Do you want to try the dishes I cooked by myself? When do you plan to get married? Alas, I haven't cooked for a long time and I don't know if the cooking skills have declined, but my nanny's skills are also awesome. People who have eaten it say you can tell if you go and try it once."

Meng Jianwan: “…”

Don’t think she didn’t hear it. Among the many irrelevant questions, there is a question that Liang Rushui cares most.

Is this mother and son sure to eat her?

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Liang Rushui: Iron Tou Kung Fu has been practiced. When will Wanwan come to my house?

Sister Meng:………………………
Chapter completed!