The party ended here. Song Yu drank the most. Zhou Muyun took his cell phone and called the driver to drive the car to the door of the club. Several people walked out while chatting.

Gu Shaoning sighed in a tone: "This is the first time Xiaoba has been drunk since he returned to China. No, I have never seen him drunk before, except for the time he competed for the amount of alcohol."

Chu Yuyang said "hissing" and said incomprehensible: "The problem is that I didn't see whether he was drunk tonight, because he was happy or sad."

Xu Zhan looked at Song Yu who was walking in front of him, and was drunk, and he kicked deep and shallow. Zhao Yichen was holding him beside him, worried that he would fall down accidentally. Xu Zhan thought for a moment and replied on behalf of Song Yu: "It was probably because of gloating."

The club's thick metal door was pushed open, and a gust of wind blew towards him, and the temperature seemed to drop suddenly.

Yan Bei asked Xue Haoyue beside him in a deep voice: "Why are you going back?"

Xue Haoyue and he came from the company together, and they were in his private car. Her assistant and driver were not there. Now they called the nanny to come over, obviously it was too late.

Xue Haoyue looked at him without saying a word. Yan Bei understood what she meant, nodded, and signaled to the Porsche parked aside: "Get in the car, I'll take you back."

But he misunderstood Xue Haoyue's meaning. She held the bag in her hand on her arms, put the thin windbreaker together, and rejected his kindness: "Boss, you live in Watson Manor, we won't be able to go."

Zhao Yichen opened the car door, heard this, and asked more: "Where does Xue Damingxing live?"

Xue Haoyue raised her hand and pulled the rubber band used to tie her hair. Her long black curly hair was dispersed, and a scent came from the wind. She rubbed her arms and said, "I live in the Lanjia Garden."

"Ah, then we won't go along either." Zhao Yichen looked at Song Yu who had already gotten into the car, and his eyes lit up, "Mr. Song is just right for you, let him take you away."

Hearing his name, Song Yu lowered the car window, the evening breeze poured in, wrapped in a cool air. He had already taken off his glasses and pinched his eyebrows with his fingers: "What are you talking about?"

"I said, let Miss Xue take your ride." Zhao Yichen raised his voice, "She is a celebrity, and it is not convenient to take a taxi home at night."

Xue Haoyue paused, plucked up the courage to move to Song Yu's car in small steps, bowed slightly, and asked him softly: "Is that OK?"

Song Yu put on glasses and glanced around her face. He didn't stop for a long time. His voice was low, with drunkenness and sleepiness: "Get on the car."

"Thank you so much!"

Xue Haoyue put her hand on the handlebar. Before she opened the car door, she heard Song Yu speak again, her voice lower than before: "Sit in front."

Xue Haoyue let go of her hand, walked forward two steps, opened the door of the passenger seat, sat in, and after buckled her seat belt, she smiled and nodded at the driver: "Please be bother."

Song Yu in the back seat of the car tilted his head, rested on the back of the seat, raised his right hand slightly, and made a gesture. The driver saw it in the rearview mirror and slowly started the car.

Yan Bei stood in the cold wind, watching Song Yu's car gradually moving away and disappearing from his sight. At this moment, a burst of dust raised up, which made his eyes fascinated.

Yan Bei blinked and opened the car door and sat in. For a moment, he didn't know whether he agreed to Xue Haoyue's bet was right or wrong...

While the car was driving, Song Yu had already fallen asleep, and Xue Haoyue didn't disturb her. She took out her phone and looked down at the entertainment news. She found that it was not interesting. She turned to WeChat again and saw that it was not the news she wanted to read.

She didn't know what she was expecting, and felt that no matter what she did, the person was indifferent and just thought she was an irrelevant person.

It can't be said that it doesn't matter. After all, she is very popular now and can help the company make a lot of money. She is a shining money tree, and that's all.

Speaking of which, she and Song Yu are the same type of people.

When the car drove to the Song family villa, the driver called Song Yu and then he slowly woke up. There was no one in the passenger seat. The driver said in time: "Ms. Xue got off the car halfway through. Let me express my gratitude to you on her behalf."

Song Yu said "yes" and pushed open the car door. The driver wanted to help him, but he refused: "You go and rest too, I can do it alone."

The driver said "ah" and didn't follow.

Song Yu rested all the way, and his mind became much clearer. He took out his cell phone and walked into the room while looking. When he was about to call Meng Jianwan, he saw that it was already twelve o'clock, so he sighed and put away his cell phone.

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Meng Jianwan has been staying at Gou Sheng’s boxing club for the past two days. He learned boxing skills with the coaches inside. After practicing for a while, he sweated all over and felt even more tired than going to the gym.

That afternoon, she played three games in a row, each lasting for about twenty minutes. After the end, she had no strength. She bit her boxing gloves with her teeth, took them off, and threw them aside, leaning against the pillar to rest.

The coach on the opposite side raised the rope on the edge, jumped out of the arena, stood below and said to her: "You punched enough, and your posture is not very standard. Just practice more in the future."

Meng Jianwan had no strength to speak, so he waved his hand at him to show that he knew.

"Sister Meng, you're very fierce today, you've played three games in a row." Gou Sheng walked over from the other side wearing a black vest, holding a bottle of mineral water in his hand, handed it to her through the gap in the rope, and lay on the rope. A new tattoo was added to his right arm, a lion with teeth and claws.

Meng Jianwan took a few sips of water and recovered slightly. His face was still red, and beads of sweat flowed down the lines of his face: "What did you say to me if you didn't listen to the coach? Your posture was not standard."

"Then haven't you just studied for a while?" Gou Sheng found a reason for her.

"I just suddenly realized the joy of boxing." Meng Jianwan pulled the collar of his T-shirt and shook the wind, "If you feel unhappy, you'll be right to hit the fist."

Gou Sheng was about to agree with her words, but then he thought something was wrong: "Sister Meng, do you have any unhappy things? Tell me and I'll help you solve it."

Meng Jianwan choked: "I just said it casually."

Gou Sheng leaned over the edge of the platform and jumped up, picked up the coach's gloves on the ground and put them on his hand: "Why do I practice with you again?"

"If I don't practice, I won't have the strength." Meng Jianwan refused directly.

Gou Sheng waved his fist from the air, raised his legs and kicked it a few times in the air, which made Meng Jianwan laugh. Although Gou Sheng was the owner of this boxing club, his punches were really not very good, and he was just a little better than her, a novice.

Gou Sheng didn't know what it was like to punch quickly there. Suddenly, he paused for a moment and listened to the noise: "Sister Meng, your phone rings."

Meng Jianwan didn't hear: "Is that true?"

Gou Sheng stood still and the ringtone of his cell phone was still ringing. Now even Meng Jianwan heard it and said slowly: "Please get my phone."

Her thigh muscles are sore and she doesn't want to move for the moment.

Gou Sheng jumped off the stage and took off his boxing gloves. Meng Jianwan put his waist bag on the rest chair against the wall, and Gou Sheng took out his cell phone from it.

Meng Jianwan bent his legs and held the mineral water bottle in his hand. He was lazy and had undry sweat stains on his eyelids: "Who called me?"

Gou Sheng looked at the caller ID and almost burst into laughter: "It's a WeChat voice call invitation, and the note is 'Next Door Erlangzi', who is this?"

Who else can it be? Live in Xiang Zhenghai next door to her hometown.

Since Xiang Zhenghai took the initiative to chat with her last time and talked nonsense, Meng Jianwan changed a note that suited his image.

When Meng Jianwan heard that it was him, he suddenly didn't want to answer the phone. Who knew what irrelevant words Xiang Zhenghai was going to say?

However, Gou Sheng had already handed her the phone.

Meng Jianwan took it, stared at the phone screen, but it was not connected for a long time.

Xiang Zhenghai seems to be participating in training at Song Yu's company now? What can he do if he asks her? Could it be that he can't stay in a big company anymore?

Gou Sheng stroked his hair and reminded: "Don't you answer?"

Meng Jianwan clicked on the touch, attached his phone to his ear, dragged his lazy tone, and said listlessly: "Big brother, what's wrong with you?"

Over there, Xiang Zhenghai's voice seemed to have a loud speaker automatically added, and his voice was ridiculously loud: "Damn it! Guess what I saw?!"

Meng Jianwan: “…”

She knew that this fool would not have any point in his mind every time he looked for her.

Meng Jianwan held the phone away from his ears, not expecting that he was as deaf as the old lady at a young age. She resisted the urge to hang up the phone and said, "How do I know what you see? If you don't say it, I'll hang up."

"No, if you don't listen to me, you will definitely regret it!" Xiang Zhenghai said, "I saw Xiaoyu... No, Mr. Song is talking to a woman!"

Meng Jianwan said lightly, "Oh": What's so strange about this? It's either a man or a woman in the world. Could it be that he can still talk to a pig?

"Do you know who that woman is? Big star Xue Haoyue!" Xiang Zhenghai said louder and louder, "I heard from my colleague that Xue Haoyue came to find Mr. Song for dinner!"

Meng Jianwan raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

Xiang Zhenghai was hiding in secretly observing, and his voice suddenly became much smaller, as if he was doing shameful things: "Xue Haoyue herself is more beautiful than on TV. Wow, her legs are so long. It cooled down today, and she actually wore a skirt that exposed her legs. As expected, female celebrities all want to be graceful and not warm..."

He said nothing, and Meng Jianwan said indifferently: "I'm dead."

"Wait a little longer, I'm listening to what they say..." Xiang Zhenghaidian for a while and said distressedly, "It's too far away and I can't hear anything. However, Mr. Song has always kept a safe distance from Xue Haoyue. The two of them have no physical contact except for talking. You can rest assured that this."

Meng Jianwan's head began to hurt: "What am I relieved?" What does Song Yu do with? What does it have to do with her?

Xiang Zhenghai: "Ah? Are you worried about this? Xue Haoyue is very beautiful, but I think you are even more beautiful! You and Mr. Song are a pair that can be made by heaven and earth, and no one can break up!"

Meng Jianwan: “…”

This person's understanding ability is indeed a problem. Where did he hear the meaning of "She is not at ease with Song Yu"? Can you please donate it without any brains?

Xiang Zhenghai observed and said to himself: "I suddenly felt that in the company of President Song, in addition to working hard to make money, I also had one more task, which was to help you stare at President Song. Don't worry, as long as I am here, I will report to you any peach blossoms when Mr. Song has! Moreover, as the only employee in the company who knows that you are the president's wife, I will try my best to help you pinch Mr. Song's peach blossoms."

Meng Jianwan: "????I think you should strangle yourself to death."

Meng Jianwan didn't wait for him to talk nonsense, so he hung up the phone. It was a waste of time to talk to the two lame men.

She put her cell phone on the edge of the table, stood up with her hands on the ground, moved her muscles and bones, and hooked her fingers at Gou Sheng who was standing under the table: "Go Sheng, come on, fight."

Gou Sheng was frightened by her murderous eyes and shrank his neck: "No, Sister Meng, didn't you just say that you wouldn't beat me if you were tired?"

"Stop talking nonsense, come on!" Meng Jianwan raised his chin and said provocatively, "You are the boss of a boxing club who only knows three-legged kung fu. If it is spread, you won't make people laugh out loud?"

Gou Sheng was used to being ridiculed by her, so he could only put on gloves as a sparring training.

The coach was right. Although many of Meng Jianwan's postures were not very standard, they were successful because of the heavy force of punching. Gou Sheng was caught off guard and was beaten.

However, this was just the beginning. The next one was a storm-like critical strike. Gou Sheng was finally forced to hold his head and run around the field, shouting "Sister Meng is so scary", which attracted the attention of the entire club staff.

Meng Jianwan finally stopped, held Zhuzi with his hand and gasped, shook his head, and expressed his contempt for his strength.

She took off her gloves and put them under her armpits, picked up the phone on the ground, pressed the screen, and glanced casually.

Meng Jianwan was still thinking yesterday why Song Yu hadn't come to disturb her these days, it turned out that he had a new goal. Through Xiang Zhenghai's description, it can be confirmed that the other party is a beautiful female star with a good figure.

Very good. In this way, she will no longer have to be chased by Song Yu again and will be free.

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Xiao Ba: My words are right and wrong, but I love me without obvious feelings.

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