"Now?" Meng Jianwan took off the suit on his shoulder and returned it to him, "Then I have to go back to the room to change my clothes first. It's not very comfortable to wear this."

Xu Zhan looked up and down and forgot to tell her that she was dressed beautifully today. However, it seems that it is not appropriate to say this now. He took the suit and hung it on his arms, pondering for a moment: "Okay, I'll wait for you."

Meng Jianwan returned to the front hall, and there was a busy figure in the kitchen, probably cooking midnight snacks for the old lady. Hearing the footsteps outside, the aunt poked her head and asked, "Would you like midnight snacks for the midnight snacks?"

"No." Meng Jianwan held the handrail of the stairs, threw a word and hurried upstairs.

The first thing she did when she entered the room was to kick off the high heels that were in the way, and while walking towards the wardrobe, she pulled down the zipper behind her back, peeled off the cumbersome dress on her body, and didn't hang it up, and threw it on the bed, the hem of the skirt bloomed like a flower and fell to the edge of the bed.

Meng Jianwan pulled a T-shirt and was about to put it on. He heard the whistling wind outside. The branches outside the window were blown to the left and right, comparable to the working wiper. She stuffed the T-shirt back and took a thin sweatshirt to put on. The phone rang at this time. She didn't go to see it, put on jeans and leather boots.

The phone rang again, Meng Jianwan squatted down and tied his shoelaces, picked up the phone and lit it, and glanced casually.

Song Yu: "When did you leave the banquet hall?"

Song Yu: "Where have you been?"

Song Yu met an acquaintance. The two of them looked for a corner and chatted for a while. After that, he couldn't find Meng Jianwan. She was still missing in every corner of the banquet hall.

Meng Jianwan didn't reply to the message and put his phone in his pocket. It was a mistake for her to pull Song Yu out of the blacklist. He said too many words, more than eight hundred sentences a day.

The phone was not sealed when it was put in the pocket, and it still made a sound of "ding ding dong dong". This time, Song Yu probably sent five or six WeChat messages in a row.

Meng Jianwan looked at a certain place expressionlessly, for a while, as if he had no choice, took a deep breath, took out his phone and turned it on, and it turned out. Sure enough—

Song Yu: "You've returned to your room?"

Song Yu: "Can I come to find you?"

Song Yu: "Is there anyone in your living room?"

Song Yu: "It doesn't matter if someone is there, at most it's just a misunderstanding of our relationship."

Song Yu: "Ah, I've been misunderstood so many times anyway, so it's not bad this time. Then I'll come to find you?"

Song Yu: "If you don't answer, I will act as your default? Wanwan? Xiaowan?"

Meng Jian clicked Song Yu's WeChat avatar later, and then clicked on the upper right corner, preparing to add him to the blacklist again, hanging his fingers above the screen. After thinking about it, he just turned on the message to avoid disturbing.

She took her cell phone and went out of the main hall. When she saw Xu Zhan driving over, she was surprised for a moment. She didn't ask much, and naturally opened the door and sat in the passenger seat.

After she put on her seat belt, Xu Zhan started the car, drove out of the villa gate, and drove into the congested traffic in the Imperial Capital.

It happened to be the evening rush hour, and the traffic was everywhere on the road, and the headlights were on, pulling out a long light belt. Neon lights flashed on both sides of the road, reflecting a bustling night view.

The front was blocked, and the vehicle was walking and stopping, as slow as an ant. Xu Zhan tapped the steering wheel with his finger and started the topic first: "Does it look like the night we just met?"

Meng Jianwan was looking at the traffic conditions outside the window. When he heard this, he turned his head to look at him, and was not in a state: "Ah?"

When she realized that the car had already driven forward again, she realized that she remembered what Xu Zhan said, nodded and said, "It looks quite similar."

She remembered that time they sneaked out in the middle of the banquet. She was under eighteen years old and could not drive. When she saw the sports car, Xu Zhan drove her to the Imperial Capital at night, and then went back after a walk.

At this moment, Meng Jianwan leaned against the seat, recalling the past and relaxing all over.

There was an intersection in front of him. Xu Zhan turned on the right turn signal and the car drove to the road to the right, and it was finally not that congested. The cool night wind blew in from the half-open window, and Xu Zhan's side face was shrouded by the lights on the street, flickering and dark.

The atmosphere was silent. Meng Jianwan suddenly remembered the reason why he came out and looked at Xu Zhan with his head: "You said you want to talk to me, what are you going to say?"

She thought there was something important, but looking at Xu Zhan's appearance, she didn't feel very similar.

Xu Zhan was still silent, as if he was not ready to speak. The car passed the viaduct all the way, and the vehicles gradually became fewer and the surroundings were a little quieter. He cleared his throat and said, "How long have we known each other?"

This opening remark made Meng Jianwan stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but wonder if he had done something to be sorry for him.

Generally speaking, the following content of this sentence should be: We have known each other for so many years, and you have done such a thing. Are you worthy of our friendship?

Meng Jianwan hesitated for a moment and said uncertainly: "Have you been there for many years?"

Xu Zhan said "yes", and simply stopped the car by the side of the road, turned his head and looked her in his eyes: "There is something I have never told you, because I am worried that once I tell you, we will not even have friends to do. But now I feel that if I hide it in my heart and don't say it, I will leave regrets in the future."

No friends have to do it? That's so serious?

Meng Jianwan breathed lighter and carefully savored this sentence. It seemed that she did not do something to be sorry to Xu Zhan, but Xu Zhan did something to be sorry to her.

However, she has always been tolerant and generous to her friends. If it weren't for a principled mistake, she wouldn't have broken up with friendship. What's more, she owed Xu Zhan so much favor that she wouldn't not give him a chance.

Meng Jianwan finished his psychological construction and said calmly: "Tell me." After pausing, he seemed to not want to burden Xu Zhan with psychological burden. She emphasized, "I will not break my words here because of a small matter. You also know that I am the most loyal person."

After hearing what she said, Xu Zhan was really relieved. His heart, which was originally sunk at the bottom of the sea, raised a little, his tone was not that serious, and he smiled: "Do you still remember your birthday in your sophomore year? When I went to find you, you drank a lot of wine with a group of friends, and others were drunk. Only you are the most sober, and you smiled and looked at their drunkenness..."

As he said this, he paused for a moment and observed Meng Jianwan's reaction. She nodded, indicating that she still remembered it, and said proudly: "I really have few people who can compare to my alcohol tolerance."

Xu Zhan smiled: "When I gave you my birthday gift, you tripped by a boy who was drinking and lying down under your feet and fell head-on into my arms."

Meng Jianwan also had an impression of this, and it was all blamed for that boy. He fell to the ground like a dead pig after drinking too much. As soon as she took a step, she tripped by his stretched legs.

Although she was not drunk at that time, she was a little drifty because she drank too much, and her steps were sloppy. If Xu Zhan hadn't hugged her quickly, she would have lost her appearance. So, after she stood firm, she kicked the boy...

When Xu Zhan thought of not contacting him from now on, his eyebrows pounded. Just as he was about to say something, Meng Jianwan raised his lips and smiled, stretched out a fist: "Of course, what I said is hard to chase after."

Xu Zhan was slightly stunned, slowed down for a while, clenched his fists and touched her, like a good friend.

Just at this moment, Meng Jianwan's cell phone rang, breaking the stiff atmosphere in an instant, and the air around him seemed to flow again.

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, took out her cell phone, looked at the caller ID, and sighed that Song Yu's call was coming at the right time.

Meng Jianwan answered the phone without hesitation: "Hey."

Over there, Song Yu accused: "I sent you so many WeChat messages, why don't you reply to me?"

When talking to him, Meng Jianwan became much more calm: "Oh, I'll send me a message to avoid disturbing."

Song Yu: "..."

Song Yu closed his eyes and silently recited "I'm not angry" three times. He felt much calmer and asked patiently: "Where are you now?"

He found out that Xu Zhan was gone three minutes ago. He was not sure if they were together. He thought about it and called Meng Jianwan. However, when he heard her voice, he was embarrassed to ask, so he could only ask where she was going.

"Do you care where I am." Meng Jianwan pointed his seat belt with his fingers in a faint tone, "What's the matter with me?"

Xu Zhan guessed that the person on the other side of the phone was Song Yu. He held the steering wheel, looked forward with his eyes, paused for a moment, restarted the car, turned the front of the car and drove towards the direction of the Meng family villa.

Song Yu was silent on the phone for a while, probably making up the reason. After a moment, he came up with an excellent reason: "Aren't my clothes still there? You said that you have time to give it to me, and I think it's quite appropriate tonight. Or do you want to make another appointment?"

Of course, Meng Jianwan didn't want to, so he agreed immediately: "You wait, I'll be back soon!"

After hanging up the phone, Meng Jianwan turned his head and looked at the street scene that was constantly regressing outside the window, and scolded Song Yu in his heart. There were so many things. Then, she heard Xu Zhan ask, "Do you like Song Yu?"

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The second update is at 6 pm. If nothing unexpected happens, it will be this time from now on, at 12 noon and 6 pm.
Chapter completed!