Meng Jianwan was so sleepy that his temples began to hurt, but he still had his eyes wide open and he was still stalemate with Song Yu. He was determined to occupy the big bed in the master bedroom, without any awareness of being a guest.

She pressed one foot on Song Yu, and the meaning of rejection was very obvious.

Song Yu had no choice but to get up with a sigh, picked up the glasses on the bedside table and put them on, and walked out and said angrily: "If you have any more, don't look for me."

As the door slammed closed, Meng Jianwan relaxed all over and grabbed the corner of the quilt and burped her head to sleep. The warm baby in her lower abdomen began to play a role, continuously conveying heat. Finally, she felt a little better. The sleepiness gradually swept across her brain, and she quickly fell asleep.

After an arm injury and a sudden period of menstruation, Meng Jianwan slept for an extra long time. He opened his eyes and took out the phone beside the pillow. He squinted his eyes and saw that it was already half past ten.

She fell asleep by her for half a morning. Meng Jianwan blinked and saw the notes left by Song Yu at the same location at the head of the bed.

The difference is that I posted two pictures this time. The first one said "Remember to eat when you wake up." The second one has a lot of content, and several lines were written, and the sticky notes were almost enough.

"Don't run around these days. Stay here to rest with peace of mind. If you have any questions, please tell your aunt to do it. I'll come back from get off work in the afternoon and leave the dressing to me."

After reading it, Meng Jianwan put the notes on the bedside table, rubbed his head and got up from the bed with difficulty, cleaned himself up and went downstairs.

The aunt was cleaning in the living room. When she saw Meng Jianwan coming down, she stopped the work and looked at the clocks on the wall. It was too late to have breakfast at this time, and it was a bit early to have lunch.

The aunt measured it in her heart and said with a smile: "Miss Meng, why not just make lunch for you, right?"

Meng Jianwan had no objection, poured a glass of water and sat on the sofa, looking down at his phone, and there was a condolence from Gou Sheng and others. She put the phone on her knees, poked a few letters with her fingertips, and typed two words to the group: "It's okay."

The aunt was quick-witted and quickly prepared several dishes. Meng Jianwan sat alone at the dining table, looking at the dishes in front of him, and saw that there were a lot of food and wasted so much that he couldn't finish it. He asked the aunt to come and eat it together.

The aunt always smiled gently: "It doesn't matter, Miss Meng eats as much as she eats. I'll go eat later."

Meng Jianwan was not a troublesome person at all. He didn't force her to say this. He enjoyed lunch alone, a combination of meat and vegetables, and bone soup that was exactly the same as yesterday.

When the aunt saw her staring at the soup in the white porcelain cup, she seemed to think of something, and the smile on her face became deeper: "Mr. Song said, let me stare at you and drink two bowls."

Meng Jianwan: “…”

She remembered what Song Yu said last night: He had lost so much blood, but now he has a period of menstruation... I should force you to drink two bowls of big tonic soup.

Meng Jian had just drank a bowl at the end, and then went back upstairs and lying down and sleeping honestly, without going anywhere. It was not that she listened to Song Yu, but that her arm was made like this, and it was not convenient to drive, and she couldn't go back to her home. It was better to stay here and just treat it as a vacation.

In the afternoon, the aunt cut her a fruit plate and brought it up, and she didn't bother her again.

Meng Jianwan was eating sweet and juicy grapes, holding Song Yu's seemingly valuable white jade ashtray, as a container for spitting grape seeds.

Perhaps the ornaments in this room are too retro and gorgeous, or perhaps because she is too weak in mobility, she actually feels like she is a canary...

Song Yu came back in the evening. When he entered the master bedroom, he saw Meng Jianwan leaning against the head of the bed, looking very comfortable. He looked like his stomach should not hurt anymore. He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why didn't you reply to the WeChat message I sent you at noon?" Song Yu took off his suit jacket, threw it on the sofa at the end of the bed, and pulled his tie loose.

Meng Jianwan: "I was charging my phone. I saw it later and felt that there was no need to go back."

Indeed, the one posted by Song Yu asked her if she had eaten, and the implication was to confirm whether she was still in his apartment. Because her cell phone was indeed charging at that time, Song Yu was eager to know the news, so he called the aunt, who answered the phone in front of Meng Jianwan.

Song Yu smiled, rolled up his sleeves and sat by the bedside. After a while, he got up and went to the bathroom to wash his hands, wiped it dry before coming out, preparing to change the dressings for Meng Jianwan.

Yesterday at the hospital, the doctor said that if he didn't know how to change the medicine, he would come to the hospital to find a doctor to change it. However, Song Yu carefully looked at the process of applying medicine and bandaging and felt that he was fine.

Meng Jianwan didn't respond much to this. He saw him carefully dismantling the gauze, and the wound inside had not yet scabbed. Although it was not bleeding, it was shocking to see.

Song Yu began to frown again, and the whole process of changing the dressing was serious, as if he was doing some chemical experiments and did not dare to make any mistakes.

He let out a sigh of relief after wrapping the clean gauze again. He did not notice that there was a layer of sweat on his forehead and a drop of sweat on his eyelids. He stopped there barely, not to fall.

Meng Jianwan stared at his eyelids for a while, and had the urge to wipe it off, but he just thought about it and quickly withdrew his gaze and lay down with his eyelids drooping.

If you sleep too much, the consequence is that you are lazy and unable to lift yourself. Meng Jianwan glanced for a while and heard the aunt's voice coming from outside, saying that dinner was ready.

After eating and sleeping, when you sleep, you are no different from a pig.

Song Yu packed up the table, went to wash his hands, and took Meng Jianwan downstairs to have dinner.

The same was true for the next few days. Meng Jianwan woke up and Song Yu was no longer at home. There was always a note on the head of the bed, and the contents on it were different every day. In the evening, he would come back. Sometimes he would continue to deal with it in the study room before he finished his work. One night she got up in the middle of the night to drink water and saw a faint light in the study room at the other end of the corridor.

Meng Jianwan's arm injuries were healing day by day and began to scab. The skin around him was red, so he did not use gauze anymore. He just had to take care of it more carefully, otherwise he would knock off the scab that had finally formed.

That evening, Meng Jianwan received a WeChat message from Song Yu.

"I might have to delay a little while when I go home to get something. Dinner will be later. If you are hungry, eat first. I have told my aunt."

As soon as she was about to reply to the message, the aunt came out of the kitchen and asked her: "Miss Meng, Mr. Song said she would come back later. Do you want to eat first?"

Meng Jianwan thought about it and didn't feel hungry. As a guest who entered the house, even if he had stayed here for a few days, he had to be a little polite: "No, wait for him."

The aunt smiled and said, "Okay."

Through the past few days of getting along, she found that this girl is indeed a kind of hard-mouthed and soft-hearted person. She looks like Leng Bingbing is not easy to get close to, but she is actually very kind.

In the past, Song Yu couldn't live here a few times a month, but recently he has come to get off work on time every day. He has brought him to deal with it even if he can't finish his work. There is always a slight smile on his face, and it seems that he is concerned about this girl.

Song Yu got home and took a document and was about to leave. Song Xiaozheng in the living room raised his eyebrows rarely: "Don't you have dinner at home? By the way, you haven't lived at home for a while, what's going on? You're so busy with work..."

Before he finished speaking, Liang Rushui slapped his shoulder. She waved her hand and asked Song Yu to leave quickly.

Song Yu walked to the entrance and before he could open the door, he heard Liang Rushui's angry voice: "He has a girlfriend now and will not date with her girlfriend. Will he look at her old face when he goes home?"

Song Xiaozheng's old face shook and could not say anything to refute.

Liang Rushui then said: "It seems that the old lady doesn't know that Ayu has a girlfriend yet. After dinner, I will call her..."

Song Yu didn't listen to the next conversation between the two. He left the house and did not let the driver take him away. He drove back to the apartment himself.

After several consecutive cooling times, it was extremely dark. It was just after six o'clock when it got dark. Lights lit up on the side of the road, illuminating the road ahead.

When Song met the apartment, the aunt was still busy in the kitchen, with the dishes placed on the dining table, Meng Jianwan crossed his legs and was in good spirits to play games on the side.

Hearing the movement behind him, Meng Jianwan didn't raise his head, guessing that he was back.

Song Yu looked at Meng Jianwan, then looked at the kitchen and asked, "Have you eaten?"

Before Meng Jianwan could answer, the aunt in the kitchen spoke first and answered for her: "Ms. Meng said she was not hungry and she wanted to wait for you."

Song Yu's eyes flashed slightly, and the smile on the corner of his lips could not be held back and overflowed. He walked to the dining table, turned his head to look at Meng Jianwan's expression, and said meaningfully: "Are you waiting for me specifically?"

Listening to this owed tone, Meng Jianwan wanted to throw his phone on his face, but she was playing games in the finals and could not act rashly, so she glanced at him and said indifferently: "Your self-indulgent ability has increased."

Song Yu raised his eyebrows, ignored it, pulled open the chair and sat next to her, picked up chopsticks and picked up a chicken and put it in his mouth, and the ostentatious scanned to her mobile phone screen: "How long will it take to play your game? If you don't eat food, it will be cold."

Meng Jianwan didn't reply and controlled the characters in the game to hide behind the haystack. Gou Sheng and Wei Canyang were both killed, and another matching strange teammate was also offline. The number of people in the upper left corner showed that there were three people in this map besides her. As long as she sniped these three people, she would win.

Song met her for a long time without any reaction, so he leaned over and looked at the screen. She adjusted the sniper rifle's magnification, and the picture suddenly enlarged and became much clearer, making people clearly see the half-person head exposed behind the big tree.

She tapped the small bullet-shaped icon at the bottom of the screen with her left hand, and with a bang, the man fell down.

Song Yu had never played this game, but had heard of it, and was shocked when he saw this. Why did Meng Jianwan play so vigorously in a game?

Within two minutes, she successfully solved the remaining two opponents, loosened her whole body, threw her phone on the table, picked up her chopsticks and lowered her head to eat.

Song Yu found a topic to chat with her: "This game seems to be quite fun. If you have time, let's go together?"

"I don't play games with the croaker." Meng Jianwan blocked his topic.

Song Yu choked: "I didn't even play, how did you know I was a chubby?"

"intuition."

"Then you guess with intuition. If I kiss you now, will you hit me?"

“…”

Meng Jianwan raised the chopsticks, as if holding a knife, and the meaning was already very obvious. Song Yu nodded and said, "Okay, I'm just saying nothing."

My legitimate girlfriend lived in her house for several days, but she didn't even have a kiss because she had an intimate relationship. Song Yu felt that she was also miserable.

He is the most miserable boyfriend title in history.

Meng Jianwan was eating the food, and the cell phone next to her rang. She put down her chopsticks and saw that it was Gou Sheng's call, and answered it: "What's the matter?"

Gou Shenghunhou's voice was unconcealed and surprised: "Ding Jianpeng's Internet cafe has been seized, do you know?"

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Xiao Ba: I have lived there for so many days, but I haven’t even kissed me! What a miserable man!!!
Chapter completed!