Song Yu took a look at the time of the watch and then slapped her with Meng Jianwan for a while, but she was unmoved and made up her mind not to attend the party with him.

Song Yu had no choice but to go to the appointment alone.

Before leaving, he said to Meng Jianwan: "Lend me your car."

Because I didn't know how long it would take for Meng Jianwan to take it, Song Yu asked the driver to drive away. Anyway, Meng Jianwan had two cars.

Meng Jianwan stood up with the armrest of the sofa, got the car key from the shelf with nail polish, and threw it to Song Yu: "I came on a motorcycle, and there was a car here."

When Song Yu looked at the car keys, he knew that the pink supercar was parked here.

He was a big man driving a pink supercar. Just imagining the picture, it felt inconsistent. He stroked the car keys with his fingers and discussed, "Why don't you drive me over?"

After Meng Jianwan got him the key, he sat back on the sofa, holding his mobile phone in both hands to play games. Hearing this, she spent her energy to look up at him, and the meaning in her eyes was very obvious: Where did you have such a big face?

Song Yu said: "Isn't it too sissy to drive a pink sports car?"

"If you don't want to drive, take a taxi by yourself, don't tell me that you have no money." Meng Jianwan was too lazy to expose his lies. He just wanted her to send him over and attend a party with him. What he thought was quite beautiful.

Song Yu sighed, having no choice but to take the car keys and go to the entertainment club where he last gathered.

He regretted it, and shouldn't have proposed to celebrate at the beginning. Now, the young masters must have brought their girlfriends. Instead, the protagonist, he, alone, is so sad...

Song Yu stood outside the box, made full preparations, calmly pushed open the metal door in front of him, inserted one hand into his pocket, and walked in slowly.

Tan Xiaosheng in the private room came to an abrupt end. The young men looked at Song Yu together, preparing to say that they were looking behind him and carefully confirmed that there was no one.

Song Yu looked at the people in the room and found that all the girlfriends had brought them, and even Zhou Muyun had a woman in a red dress sitting next to him.

Song Yu raised the topic and wanted to use it to divert everyone's attention: "Zhou Laosan, do you have a girlfriend?"

Zhou Muyun held a wine glass in his hand, looking like a stranger was not close to him, and said coldly: "You need to get a new pair of glasses, this is my sister."

Zhou Yingxue smiled and waved to Song Yu, saying hello: "Hello brother. I heard from my brother that you want to bring your girlfriend here. I happened to be fine and I came with him to play. I only heard of Meng Jianwan, but I haven't seen her yet!"

Song Yu had a heart attack, barely pulled the corner of his lips, smiled at her, then lowered his eyes, sat down slightly, and poured his wine on his own.

Zhao Yichen raised his eyebrows: "Xiao Ba, where is our powerful sister Meng? Didn't you come with you?"

Yan Bei had a little difficulty holding his smile, and he leaned his back on the sofa, and his shoulders were slightly shaking: "What am I saying? Meng Jianwan can be taken by ordinary people? Moreover, I recently heard a rumor that she had a fight in the second year of junior high school, and she beat a group of boys by herself, and one of them was sent to the hospital, which seemed to be a fracture."

Gu Shaoning was shocked: "Where did you hear it? It's so amazing?"

Song Yu didn't know that this happened, so he stared at Yan Bei blankly, his heart was no less shocked than Gu Shaoning: "Is it true or false?"

Yan Bei: "It took a while and I forgot where I heard it, but this incident was spread from my sister Meng Jianwan, so I shouldn't be wrong."

Qi Zheng gasped and said with sympathy: "Xiao Ba, have you heard it?"

Song Yu sneered indifferently.

It is precisely because of what Meng Weixia said that he had to doubt the authenticity of the matter. What's more, if you don't know the reason for this matter, maybe it was the first move by those boys, and Chen Zhimao's affairs are worth mentioning and talking about it specifically.

Meng Jianwan's sister had an impression of Meng Jianwan's affairs at the banquet last time. Who knows if she wanted to spread all the bad things Meng Jianwan had done before and ruin her reputation.

Song Yu took a sip of wine and heard Zhao Yichen say, "Xiao Ba, will Meng Jianwan still come?"

Song Yu choked on the wine and said slowly, "Didn't I say that she is very busy? Don't you understand?"

Several young masters looked at their eyes and nose, and guessed what was going on, so they didn't mention it again and talked about other topics. However, Zhou Yingxue was ignorant and held her cheeks melancholy: "I thought I could see Meng Jianwan, so I had a vain trip."

Song Yu took a few sips of wine and put down the wine glass. He lazily leaned against the back of the chair, took out his cell phone from his pocket, opened WeChat, and the message was Meng Jianwan, and his avatar was pink and tender.

Song Yu stared at Meng Jianwan's avatar for a while, clicked into the chat box, edited several messages and sent them.

Song Yu: "Everyone who has a girlfriend brought her girlfriend, but my girlfriend didn't come."

Song Yu: "They all laugh at me."

Song Yu: "I'm so miserable."

Song Yu: "Meng Jianwan, your boyfriend was ridiculed. Are you very proud?"

Meng Jianwan was playing games, and messages kept popping up above the game interface, one by one. She was a little annoyed and clicked in and wanted to scold Song Yu, but when she saw the content, she couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth.

Is Song Yu sick?

What he gave her now is that the kindergarten children are after school, and other children have parents to pick them up, but no one is going to pick them up, which is aggrieved and pitiful.

Childish or not?

Meng Jianwan replied three words: "Don't bother me."

She replied to the news so quickly this time. Song Yu was quite surprised. She was mixed with a hint of pleasure. She automatically ignored her words and sent more than a dozen messages in a row.

Meng Jianwan was so troubled that he couldn't play games well. He closed his eyes and asked him, "Where are you?"

Song Yu sent her a position, and then asked happily: "Are you coming to find me?"

Meng Jianwan: "I'll beat you up."

Song Yu: "…it's OK."

Meng Jianwan put away his cell phone, got up, put on his helmet, and left the nail salon.

The entertainment club was not far from the nail salon, and it arrived in less than twenty minutes by motorcycle. She got off the car with long legs and rushed in with her helmet in her arms.

The manager at the door thought she was here to find trouble and was scared, but he had to follow the rules and ask: "Ms., is there anything I can help you?"

Meng Jianwan said impatiently: "I'm here to find someone, which private room is Song Yu in?"

Song Yu's name is not unfamiliar here. Their young men have a fixed private room, which is on the No. 8 box on the 16th floor and does not usually receive other guests.

The manager asked routinely: "I don't know who you are from Mr. Song? I may have to go in and ask him what he means first, and you can get approval to let you get there."

This was the first time Meng Jianwan encountered this situation. She could be stopped when she entered a private room. She took out her cell phone and sent a message to Song Yu: "Song Yu, get out of here."

A moment later, the phone at the front desk of the first floor lobby rang, the manager answered it, and the next second, the look at Meng Jianwan changed. He hung up the phone tremblingly and personally led Meng Jianwan: "Sorry, Miss Meng, today is my negligence, and I will not commit it again in the future. I will take you here to find Mr. Song."

He helped her press the elevator, and after entering, he helped press the floor, and then took the initiative to retreat behind Meng Jianwan. He didn't know that this was Song Yu's girlfriend, and he almost offended the person...

After leaving the elevator, the manager took her to the No. 8 box and made a "please" gesture inside: "Mr. Song is inside, I won't go in, please give me your wish."

Meng Jianwan pressed down the door handle and opened it. He glanced at it. The private room was very large, divided into entertainment area and leisure area. A group of outstanding young men gathered next to the coffee table in the leisure area to chat and drink. Several of them had their girlfriends around, and Song Yu sat alone in the corner.

When Song Yu saw her figure, he felt energetic and his eyes lit up: "Wanwan!"

Everyone else was so shocked that she couldn't speak. Song Yu never said that Meng Jianwan was coming. Instead, she kept emphasizing that she was very busy and could not take time. She didn't expect that she would come.

Meng Jianwan knew all the people in the room and had met Xu Zhan before. She came to settle the score with Song Yu. Now, under the gaze of everyone, it is difficult to touch her.

Gu Shaoning reacted first and was surprised: "Yes, it's really here."

At the critical moment, Zhao Yichen, the king of support, was exhausted. After holding it in for a while, he only summarized his mood at this moment with one sentence "Damn it".

Meng Jianwan stared at Song Yu tightly, sat in a seat beside the door, with the helmet in his hand aside.

Zhou Yingxue blinked and finally saw the legendary Meng Jianwan. The first thought was that the boss was so beautiful. The girls in the room knew in advance that there were other girls, and they didn't want to be compared to others, so they were dressed very delicately, wearing skirts and beautiful makeup in the cold weather.

Meng Jianwan was wearing a black turtleneck sweater. Maybe it was too cold to ride a motorcycle. She wore a thick jacket on the outside, zippered to the tip of her chin, work pants with short boots, and shoelaces were not tied properly. She was randomly placed on the upper, just like her.

Despite this, she still has the capital to make people unable to escape her sight. Her skin is white under the light, her eyes are upturned, and her lips are red, which is a very eye-catching appearance.

No wonder she heard that Song Yu was chasing her before.

Just at this moment, the door of the private room was pushed open, and a woman with thin waist and long legs came in. She was Zhao Yichen's girlfriend. She had just gone to the bathroom. Zhao Yichen waved to her: "Come here."

The woman sat obediently and snuggled beside him. Maybe her hands were a little cold, so she put them into Zhao Yichen's palm and let him warm herself.

Only then did Song Yu realize that he and Meng Jianwan were sitting in the innermost corner and the other was sitting near the door. The distance seemed to be a Milky Way, and it was not like a couple.

He followed suit and waved to Meng Jianwan: "Wanwan, come and sit down."

The indoor temperature was high, Meng Jianwan opened the zipper of the jacket. Hearing this, she looked up, raised her eyebrows slightly, and there seemed to be a few big words on her face: Are you ordering me?

Song Yu understood what she meant and communicated with her with his eyes: Can't I give me some face in front of outsiders?

Three seconds later, he saw Meng Jianwan getting up and walking towards him. His eyebrows and eyes gradually stretched out, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Unexpectedly, Meng Jianwan walked up and pulled him up and walked out: "Come out with me."

When she walked to the door, Meng Jianwan picked up his helmet directly, as if she didn't plan to come back.

The two left the box, and the rest came to their senses. Someone murmured: "What is Meng Jianwan doing? I feel like I'm going to hit someone."

Song Yu drank, but was dragged by Meng Jianwan. After standing up straight, the two took the elevator to the first floor of the brigade and got into the pink sports car.

Meng Jianwan sat in the driver's seat and reminded him to wear his seat belt.

Song Yu was slow to move and pulled the seat belt for a long time without tying it. His dark eyes were still very bright in the dim light. He stared at Meng Jianwan's face: "Wanwan, what are you going to do?"

"Send you home." Meng Jianwan blurted out.

"Hmm?" Song Yu was a little out of shape, "Aren't you going to beat me?"

“…”

Meng Jianwan waited for a while, and saw that he had not worn his seat belt, so he unbuttoned his seat belt first, leaned over, pulled the safety belt and buckled it. It was very close to him and could smell a faint smell of alcohol. She honestly said, "I was going to beat you up, but you looked a little pitiful, so I planned to let you go."

She thought that the news posted by Song Yu was all exaggerated, and after she came over, she found that the surprised look they showed when they saw her was obviously ridiculed by Song Yu a lot before she came.

Meng Jianwan's anger changed, and he was too lazy to get angry at him, a pitiful person.

Song Yu raised his neck and put his head on the car door and laughed softly.

Meng Jianwan stared at his face. The light in the underground parking lot was very dark. The thin chains of glasses on his face shook and shone with sporadic light. Because of drinking, his eyes were flushed with abnormal flush, his lips were redder than usual, and he had a water sieve. The thin corners of his lips were curled up a little. At some point, the tie was unbuttoned, and when he turned his head, he would inadvertently reveal his skin below his neck, like a fairy.

Meng Jianwan's eyes flashed. When he was about to sit back, Song Yu hugged her waist and pressed her onto himself: "Don't you want to kiss me?" He paused and said word by word on her ear, "Teach you."
Chapter completed!