It was getting late. Meng Jianwan looked at the two children who sat together after taking medicine and talked, coughed, dragging their lazy tone and reminded: "It's time to go home."

Su Qingying turned her head to look at the dizzy sky outside, and then she realized that it was so late. She quickly put on her schoolbag and stood up, and said to Jiang Weinian: "I'll leave first. Remember to have a good rest at home these two days on weekends. If it really doesn't work, I'll help you ask for leave from your class teacher on Monday."

Jiang Weinian nodded, looking at Meng Jianwan's direction, he wanted to speak but stopped.

Meng Jianwan immediately understood what he meant. The little girl was so scared that it was not safe to go home alone so late. She ordered Tao Ran to drive Su Qingying home, and she picked up Jiang Weinian's schoolbag and kicked him in the leg: "Are you satisfied now? Let's go, the eldest master."

After Su Qingying left, Jiang Weinian stood up with the armrest of the sofa and limped behind Meng Jianwan.

Meng Jianwan threw his schoolbag on his shoulders and walked forward with great strides. Suddenly, he noticed that the footsteps behind him were light and heavy, something was wrong. He turned around and looked at him in surprise: "Why are your legs lame? Are you still fine just now?"

Jiang Weinian's eyes dodged, scratched her ears, and said vaguely: "I...I'm fine, it just hurts a little."

Meng Jianwan stared at him for a while, probably guessing what he was thinking. He didn't want Su Qingying to worry, so he pretended to be fine.

Jiang Weinian was thin-skinned and could not resist her Ruju's gaze. Before she could ask, he took the initiative to do it: "You didn't see Su Qingying's self-blame. If you knew the wound on my body, you wouldn't feel guilty."

Meng Jianwan said "Oh", nodded in a clear way, and then asked unexpectedly: "Are you in love?"

Jiang Weinian was stunned and almost choked by his saliva. She coughed several times, her face turned red, and she hesitated for a while, unable to say the complete words. Finally, she held her breath before saying it: "You...you...can you...can you stop talking nonsense?!"

Is this anger?

Meng Jianwan admired his blushing and helpless look, and found it funny.

She was worried that Jiang Weinian would not be able to ride a motorcycle after her leg injury, so she hummed a little tune and drove the sports car over.

"Sister, when did you change your sports car?" Jiang Weinian stared at the pink sports car parked in front of him, with surprise.

"What's the point of getting rid of it? Get in the car." Meng Jianwan turned his head and signaled to the other side of the passenger seat.

Jiang Weinian slowly lame her feet around and bowed and sat into the passenger seat.

Meng Jianwan reminded him to wear a seat belt and explained while starting the car: "This is not my car, it was sent by someone else... it was placed by someone else, so I just drove it."

Jiang Weinian nodded and fastened his seat belt.

Meng Jianwan turned the steering wheel familiarly, drove the car into the right path, and drove forward smoothly. She drove the car audio, and super high-quality music poured out, accompanied by her voice: "You are not in love, so you are secretly in love?"

Jiang Weinian sighed speechlessly, her face burning and hot: "Sister, why have you been around this topic again? I haven't noticed you're so gossiping before."

"Sorry, I've been gossiping all the time." Meng Jianwan felt a beating in a tone, and looked like "What can you do to me?" "I heard that Su Qingying is the first in the ranking list of the permanent grades. Do you think she can like you, a poor student who is at the bottom of the exam every time? How many of your last month did you get?"

Jiang Weinian was so angry that her liver hurt when she said it, she covered her abdomen and looked painful on her face: "Can you not pick up any pot without opening it?"

Seeing this, Meng Jianwan made a conclusion: "That's the exam that he didn't do well."

Jiang Weinian: “…”

He thought he had worked very hard, but his grades could not improve. He ranked 500 more in the last monthly exam, and his name could not be found on the grade list.

Meng Jianwan's words gave him a reminder. He said carefully: "When you were in high school, you also turned from a poor student to a top student. What is your learning method?"

Meng Jianwan corrected his words seriously: "Your sister, I'm not a 'counterattack'. I was a talented player. I used to be too lazy to study. Those people are not my opponents when I get serious. However, if you do multiple-choice answers like you, you will basically miss the chance to enter the academic circle."

Jiang Weinian only felt that a knife was inserted into her chest and was about to vomit blood.

Seeing that he was so choked by him that he could not speak, Meng Jianwan curled his lips and began to implement an encouragement policy: "Your brain is a little stupid, but fortunately you can still endure hardships. Do you know how hard you can make up for your shortcomings? Think about it yourself."

Half an hour later, the car was parked at the entrance of the snack bar. It was already past mealtime, and there were still customers in groups of three or three in the store. Jiang's mother was cooking powder in the kitchen in the kitchen.

The light bulb in front of the door was very bright. Jiang's mother took the time to look outside and found that it was Meng Jianwan. Her eyes were wide open. She quickly wiped her hands with her apron and asked the helpers in the store to cook powder and go out to greet her.

"Wanwan hasn't been here for a long time. I'm busy lately..."

Jiang's mother's words were stuck because she saw Jiang Weinian behind Meng Jianwan. The boy's skin was fair and the traces of green and purple on his face were particularly obvious. In addition, he applied the potion, which looked very scary.

Jiang's mother was shocked and pulled Jiang Weinian over, stared at his face and looked carefully, and the volume increased unconsciously: "Oh! What did you do?! Are you fighting with your classmates at school?!"

Jiang Weinian looked helpless, and he guessed that she would think so. The most important thing was that even if he explained, she might not believe it, and then she would call the teacher.

However, she would not doubt Meng Jianwan's words. This is why Jiang Weinian asked Meng Jianwan to go home with him and help him explain to his mother.

Jiang Weinian threw a look at Meng Jianwan asking for help. Meng Jianwan said calmly: "He did not fight with others, but was brave. A classmate in the school was collected by a gangster. He happened to run into it and was beaten to help. Are you afraid that you will worry? Let's go to me to treat the wound first."

Sure enough, Jiang's mother seemed to be trying to teach him a lesson just now, but her face changed in a blink of an eye. She patted his arm and said with a distressed heart: "Even if you are kind to help others, you have to take good care of yourself first. What if someone takes a knife?"

Jiang Weinian breathed a sigh of relief: "I understand, I will pay attention in the future."

Jiang's mother asked him a few more questions, then turned her eyes to Meng Jianwan: "Wanwan, have you had supper?"

"Not yet." Meng Jianwan originally planned to go home for dinner tonight, but because he helped the two children handle the matter, he has not yet gone back. At this time, the family probably has finished dinner.

Jiang's mother said enthusiastically: "Sit down quickly, auntie will cook you powder and add more side dishes."

Meng Jianwan thought that he was looking for a place to eat anyway, so he simply found an empty seat and sat down, took out his cell phone and placed it on the table, and while waiting, he slashed it a few times. No new news came in, and no phone number was available.

As soon as the thought flashed, the phone rang. She quickly picked it up and saw that it was Mei Sixiu's call, so she calmly answered it: "Mom."

Mei Sixiu said: "Will you go home today?"

Jiang's mother had already cooked the powder, and the black casserole was placed on the wooden tray and brought it over. The hot soup was still bubbling, and the white air was rising. It was placed on the dining table in front of Meng Jianwan. The ingredients in the rice noodles were very rich, and the casserole could hardly be filled.

Meng Jianwan nodded and smiled at Jiang's mother, and said to Mei Sixiu on the other side of the phone: "I may be back later. I'm having dinner outside now."

"Okay, you should be careful, don't be too late." Mei Sixiu couldn't figure out what she was doing every day. When she asked occasionally, she said she was busy and could only let her pay attention.

Meng Jianwan hung up the phone, put his phone aside, pulled out a pair of chopsticks from the chopsticks, picked up the rice noodles in the casserole and ate it. It contained small vegetables, lunch meat, quail eggs, shredded tofu, bean sprouts, and a portion of fat beef, full of fragrance.

Meng Jianwan hasn't come to eat it for a long time. He misses it in one bite.

She picked up the chili sauce on the table, scooped two tablespoons and mixed it in. It was fresh, spicy and delicious, and even the strange feeling in her heart was suppressed.

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Song Yu didn't take the initiative to contact Meng Jianwan all day long. First, he was angry by her indifferent attitude, and second, he was really busy.

I spent so long with Meng Jianwan in my hometown, but I didn’t finish many things. Yesterday, he booked a plane ticket and flew to Shenzhen because of impulse, and the matter was delayed. So, after returning from the airport, he didn’t even go back home and almost lived in the company.

Xie Yong also stayed up late in the company and did not dare to complain. He occasionally helped him make a cup of coffee and sent it in, or sent a stack of documents.

Song Yu has been like this for several consecutive days and has no time to meet Meng Jianwan.

He was busy until another Friday, and he finally breathed a little relieved. When he saw the calendar on the table, he suddenly realized that a week had passed. He was about to go find Meng Jianwan and wanted to see what she was looking at, but there was news in the group.

It was Zhao Yichen who was shouting: "Song Xiaoba, you asked your brothers to drink last time when you were idle. Didn't you forget?"

Song Yu's thoughts turned around, and he remembered that there was indeed such a thing. Last time in Zhou Muyun's group, he didn't go there. In order to show his sincerity, he said he would treat him when he had time, and he has not fulfilled his promise yet.

Zhao Yichen was so idle that he remembered this matter clearly for him.

Song Yu rubbed his eyebrows, picked up the suit on the back of the chair and put it on, and typed as he walked: "Okay, make an appointment, I'll treat you tonight."

Zhao Yichen said excitedly: "Can you bring your girlfriend? I want to bring your girlfriend, she is more attached to me recently."

Song Yu couldn't listen to the three words "girlfriend" now, and said irritably: "Take it, take it, you're the one who has a lot to do."

When they arrived at the party, Song Yu realized that Zhao Yichen was not the only one who brought his girlfriend, but Qi Zheng and Chu Yuyang also brought their female companions.

Only Zhou Muyun sat in the corner, holding a glass of wine alone, swaying the glass gracefully, and savoring slowly, looking isolated from the world.

Song Yu sat next to Zhou Muyun and leaned over to pour himself a glass of wine. He was too busy during this period and his nerves were tense. After drinking a glass of wine, he felt much more relaxed.

Seeing that he was drinking anxiously, Zhao Yichen thought he was in a bad mood and said with a smile: "What's wrong? So many days have passed, and your friend has not yet gotten out of the psychological shadow of being forced to kiss?"

Song Yu: "..."

This time, even Zhou Muyun, who has always been aloof and taciturn, couldn't help but laugh. Although he rarely spoke in the group, he had read the chat content in the group and knew about it.

Song Yuzheng didn't know how to fight back, but someone pushed the door of the box open. Xu Zhan and Gu Shaoning came in one after another, neither of them brought their female companions, which made Song Yu's psychology slightly balanced.

转瞬间,他又想到孟家老太太寿宴那一晚,他察觉到许瞻对孟渐晚的特别,心里顿时有点闷.

Compared with Xu Zhan, of course, Xu Zhan has a better relationship with Meng Jianwan. If Xu Zhan wants to pursue Meng Jianwan, what will happen?

During the break when Song Yu was lost, Xu Zhan picked up the empty seat on his left hand and raised his eyebrows, curiously said: "What topic are you talking about? Why is the atmosphere so strange?"

Zhao Yichen didn't plan to hide it for Song Yu. He hugged his girlfriend, tilted his head, and smiled unreal: "What else can I talk about? Of course, it's about Xiao Ba being forced to kiss by Meng Jianwan."

Although Song Yu did not admit it in person, Zhao Yichen had already confirmed that the woman who forced him to kiss him was Meng Jianwan. Otherwise, Song Yu would not have acted like a sad heartbreaker.

Song Yu held his breath, closed his eyes, and explained with difficulty: "I said, it's not a forced kiss, I'm willing to do so. Can I understand human words?"

Xu Zhan lowered his eyes, his eyelashes collapsed, and his face turned as usual, poured himself a glass of wine, drinking even more anxious than Song Yu just now.

Zhao Yichen said in a stern manner: "I understand, but I don't have any expressions in Meng Jianwan now? This seems--" He paused, wanted to laugh, took into account Song Yu's face, and said lightly, "You seem to be very uncharming. Maybe she just had an impulse and regretted it after kissing."

It is undeniable that this sentence hit Song Yu's heart.

Meng Jianwan was indeed impulsive and acted indifferent afterwards, and he blamed him for being too entangled in this matter.

Although I really don’t want to admit it, so many days have passed, even if Song Yu is busy, I occasionally wonder whether Meng Jianwan has ever had a different relationship with him. Perhaps it is not just because the atmosphere is too good and fascinated by sex. In fact, she likes him? But she herself doesn’t want to admit it?

The more Song Yu thought about it, the more annoyed she felt. After drinking a few glasses of wine, her face turned red.

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Zhao Xiaowu, you are just proud now, but the fact is that when Song Yu got married, you were a single dog. When Zhou Muyun got married, you were a single dog.

Zhao Yichen: It’s heartbreaking.
Chapter completed!