Song Yu never expected that he would fall into the same pit so soon, especially this time in front of so many friends.

His eyes ignited, and it seemed that he was about to hold a knife to kill the enemy. Gu Shaoning quickly stopped him, suppressed his smile and pointed at his dislocated arm: "Are you not planning to tie the bone? Don't worry, I won't take you money."

Someone in the box burst into laughter suddenly, and the others laughed.

Gu Shaoning coughed lightly, took out the professional qualities of an orthopedic doctor, pinched the place where Song Yu's arm was dislocated, and picked it up very skillfully, and patted his arm: "Okay, don't be angry, I saw it clearly just now. It was you who stared at the place you shouldn't have to look at before someone taught his disciples a lesson."

lecher?

Song Yu blocked his chest in one breath and couldn't get up and down. He shoved him and said anxiously: "Who do you think is the disciple?" He was speechless. He had no other man, and was tempted by that woman, and he could not guarantee that he would remain indifferent. They had never experienced it personally, and they would not hurt their backs while standing.

Xu Zhan took the opportunity to educate him: "Now you should understand my painstaking efforts. Listen to my advice, stop looking for her again for this matter."

"Impossible!" Song Yu said without thinking, "Do you think I can forget about this? Do you really think I can't do anything to her?"

After making harsh words, he snorted coldly, and Xu Zhan shook his head helplessly.

Failed to get to Meng Jianwan’s WeChat as required, Song Yuyuan accepted the loss of the bet, poured three large glasses of red wine, and brought them up one by one and poured them into his stomach.

Song Yu placed the wine glass heavily on the coffee table. The glass collided, making a crisp sound. He stood up and sorted out the folds of the suit jacket: "You guys play slowly, I'll leave first."

Zhao Yichen thought he had heard it wrong: "Ah? You're leaving now? I haven't had enough fun yet."

Song Yu took his cell phone, lowered his head and sent a message to the driver, asking him to drive the car to the bar door, and then answered Zhao Yichen's question: "I will go to the company tomorrow morning, and on the first day of my job, you can't make any mistakes."

Zhao Yichen watched him leave and shrugged boredly: "You guys say, Song Xiaoba won't really seek revenge on Meng Jianwan, right?"

Xu Zhan took the wine glass and sipped the red wine. The long and mellow smell spread in his mouth. He glanced lightly and said quietly: "It's not your bad idea." He tried every means to stop Song Yu, but he didn't want him and Meng Jianwan to run into him, and he was ruined by Zhao Yichen.

Zhao Yichen did not think he had caused trouble, but instead looked at Xu Zhan carefully: "What's wrong with you? Old Xu, it's good that Song Xiaoba and Meng Jianwan have a grudge, but he is not the kind of person who is arbitrary. At most, he can teach that girl a lesson. Why are you nervous?"

Xu Zhan drank the remaining red wine in the glass in one sip and said lightly: "Who is nervous?"

Zhao Yichen: "Isn't you the person who almost rushed up just now?"

"I'm worried that Song Yu will be beaten." Xu Zhan looked at him and pushed him over the crime. "If you hadn't stopped me, Song Yu would have dislocated his arm again?"

Zhao Yichen had nothing to say, sat honestly on the sofa and drank, and reflected on his behavior. It seemed that he was instigating Song Yu to ask Meng Jianwan for a WeChat account. Maybe when Song Yu came back to his senses, he would take the account to him. It seemed that he would hide from Song Yu recently.

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It was still early. When Song Yu returned home, Song Xiaozheng and his wife Liang Rushui were watching TV in the living room.

Liang Rushui first saw his son's figure and looked surprised: "Didn't you say you're having a party with friends tonight? Why did you come back so early?" Their people have a good relationship since childhood, and they have endless things to say when they get together. She thought Song Yu would be all night tonight.

Song Yu changed into indoor slippers, walked slowly to the center of the living room, and said in a regular manner: "Go to the company tomorrow morning and want to rest early."

Song Xiaozheng nodded with satisfaction. He was worried that he would be used to being free and relaxed abroad, and it would take a long time to adapt after returning to China. Unexpectedly, he was so self-conscious, so he was naturally very pleased to be a father.

"I have already arranged the company for you, and I have transferred the manager Xie Yong to you as an assistant. You can get familiar with the company's business as soon as possible. If you don't understand, you can ask Xie Yong or ask me directly." Song Xiaozheng said, "It just so happened that the company is discussing Hongke's merger and acquisition case recently, and it will be left to you to handle it."

Song Yu knew that this time he was about to shoulder the heavy responsibility, and he was mentally prepared enough. Hearing this, he responded seriously: "I understand."

Song Xiaozheng took a few important things and explained it to him, and then let Song Yu leave.

Song Yu returned to the bedroom, took a shower in a hurry, changed into comfortable home clothes, found out the information he needed to attend a meeting tomorrow morning and became familiar with it, and then lay down on the bed.

As he said, he planned to go to bed early and get up early to accumulate energy. However, when he thought of Meng Jianwan's face, his arm ached faintly, and he wanted to take out the dead girl and beat him up.

As the saying goes, there is something to think about the day and dream about the night. It is probably because Song Yu kept thinking about Meng Jianwan before going to bed, and dreamed of her after falling asleep.

However, the scenes in the dream are not as tense as in reality, but are a bit ambiguous.

In the dim room, there was only a wall light emitting a warm yellow light. Song Yu was dressed in formal clothes and sat on a chair behind the desk. He was holding a light blue folder in his hand, lowered his eyes and read it seriously. The glasses of his glasses were slightly reflected, and the eyes behind him could not see them clearly.

Suddenly, Meng Jianwan appeared beside him. He raised his eyes and saw the girl wearing a small red skirt with her skin that was better than snow. She blinked her charming peach blossom eyes and looked at him. Before he could speak out, she sat on his lap, leaned over and approached him, and breathed like orchid in his ear.

The folder in Song Yu's hand fell to the ground, and a slight sound came from that, which did not affect the two of them. Song Yu clearly felt that his ear was touched by a warm object... Everything that happened afterwards was both weird and natural.

Subconsciously, Song Yu seemed to have an extra cognition. It turned out that in addition to cursing people, Meng Jianwan's mouth could be as soft as jelly and as sweet as marshmallows. Her voice was very nice, calling his name one after another, like a feather crossing the tip of his heart. He felt that the bones on his body were about to be crispy.

Song Yu was woken up by the alarm clock on his phone.

The moment he woke up, he suddenly sat up on the bed, leaned against the head of the bed and gasped, as if the drowning man had just been caught ashore.

It was early in summer. Just after six o'clock, the sun shone in through the gaps in the curtains. Song Yu leaned against the head of the bed and had not recovered for a long time. He looked at the black and white striped quilts and was stunned.

The cooling effect of the air conditioner may be problematic, otherwise why would he get hot all over?

Song Yu raised his hand and stroked his slightly messy short hair. He could not believe that he had such a dream. The heroine was still the dead girl Meng Jianwan.

He took out the glasses from the bedside table and put them on, calmed down for a moment, and returned to his usual cold appearance. He kept hinting that it must be because Meng Jianwan tempted him in the private room last night, and that must be the case.

Song Yu said "tsk" when he lifted the quilt, took off his glasses and rubbed his eyebrows. After struggling for a while, he chose to go to the bathroom to take a bath, which makes it easier to wake up.

After a moment, he dressed neatly downstairs.

The food was already set on the dining table, which was a typical Chinese breakfast, including Xiaolongbao, fried dough sticks, shrimp dumplings, white porridge, soy milk. Song Yu pulled out the chair and sat down, and had a quiet meal.

Liang Rushui sat opposite him, staring at his moist black hair for a while, and said in confusion: "What shower do you take in the morning?"
Chapter completed!