Meng Jianwan couldn't resist Lin Chunhua, so he had to reluctantly agree to send her to Song Yu's house.

"If you think the nail salon is too noisy, I can book a hotel for you." Meng Jianwan was driving the car and was still struggling for the last time, "What's the matter with living in someone else's house?"

Lin Chunhua was confident: "How can Xiaoyu be someone else? He is my grandson-in-law."

Meng Jianwan frowned: "I said it many times, he is not."

"I thought why I came to find you suddenly?" Lin Chunhua didn't listen to her and her expression was very hurt. "You said before leaving that you would pick me up when the wedding was held. I waited at home without waiting for a notice, so I had to come over by myself."

Meng Jianwan was so amused and laughed: "When did I say it?"

Lin Chunhua: "You said it!"

Meng Jianwan simply closed his mouth and did not argue with her. There is no need to doubt that it must be her words that were wrong again, which caused such a misunderstanding.

"So, when will you hold the wedding?" Lin Chunhua asked with his head tilted.

"What kind of wedding, we didn't get a marriage certificate at all," said Meng Jianwan.

"Then get the certificate first."

"No, I mean... Forget it, stop talking and don't bother me to drive." Meng Jianwan pursed his lips tightly, and would not speak any more this time.

When Meng Jianwan didn't talk to her, Lin Chunhua began to talk to herself: "Xiaoyu's move is too slow. I was so proud of the fact that I had praised Haikou and thought I could become the earliest person in the village to be on the spot..."

Lin Chunhua held his cheek and sighed melancholy.

Meng Jianwan drove her to the Song family villa. Maybe Song Yu said hello in advance, and looked at the license plate at the door and put her in.

The car parked on the main road, Meng Jianwan turned to Lin Chunhua in the passenger seat and said, "You go in by yourself, I won't go in."

Lin Chunhua widened his eyes: "Ah? You won't accompany me?"

Meng Jianwan: "Didn't you insist on living in the Song family? I won't live here."

"If you don't live here, then I'm so embarrassed, an old woman." Lin Chunhua grabbed the corner of her clothes, lowered her head, and looked at Meng Jianwan from the corner of her eyes.

"I'm sorry now? Wasn't I very happy when I promised Song Yu just now?" Meng Jianwan glanced at the tall villa not far away, "It's still time to regret it now..."

"Who said I regretted it?" Lin Chunhua pushed open the car door and hugged his snakeskin bag.

Song Yu happened to come out of the house and saw Lin Chunhua getting out of the car. She was not as calm as usual. She trotted over and took what Lin Chunhua had in her hand. She looked at Meng Jianwan in the car: "Don't you go in and sit?"

Meng Jianwan lowered the car window and poked his head out of it. Looking at the picture in front of him, those who didn't know thought Lin Chunhua was Song Yu's grandmother.

"I'll leave the person to you. Take good care of him and I'll leave first."

"Wanwan, you..."

Before Song Yu finished speaking, Meng Jianwan retracted his head, closed the car window, turned the front of the car familiarly, and drove out the door of the Song family villa.

In the cold wind, Song Yu and Lin Chunhua looked at each other.

Lin Chunhua: "My granddaughter has a really bad temper."

Song Yu: "I've been used to it for a long time."

The two sighed and turned around and walked into the room together.

Meng Jianwan felt that he and Song Yuming were not right and could not be said to enter the house. Lin Chunhua went there alone as a guest, and Song Yu personally invited him, so it had nothing to do with her.

Although I think so, things are often full of variables. Before dinner, Lin Chunhua called Meng Jianwan, and the voice sounded very happy: "Wanwan! The aunt from the Song family stewed the local chicken I brought. Come and drink chicken soup!"

Meng Jianwan stayed alone in the nail salon, drawing pictures with his tablet, holding his cell phone with his neck, and his attitude was firm: "You eat, don't worry about me."

The next moment, the phone was snatched away by Cai Xixiang: "Wanwan, I am Grandma Song. If you don't eat the local chickens you brought from the countryside for the sake of you, how sad she would be."

Lin Chunhua nodded suddenly beside her, agreeing with her statement.

Cai Xixiang is a cultural person, so he naturally knows how to move him with emotion. He continues to work hard and says: "She is waiting for you, and she can't eat if you don't come."

Cai Xixiang winked at Lin Chunhua. Lin Chunhua understood the deep meaning and said pitifully to his cell phone: "We can't meet a few times a year. This time, grandma came to you from afar, and you left before you could say a few words to you."

Song Yu held a cup of hot tea in his hand, leaning against the wooden cabinet, leisurely watching the two old ladies say everything, and put their phones between them.

On the other side, Meng Jianwan put down his tablet, got up with his cell phone, and moved his body: "Are you two singing a double act?"

Lin Chunhua said in a whisper: "Don't you miss you?"

"I miss you, you still live at someone's house, why don't you live with me?" Meng Jianwan said.

"That's not because... because..." Oops, Lin Chunhua's words are exhausted.

Cai Xixiang responded: "Because your grandma wants to feel the family atmosphere."

Meng Jianwan was stunned.

This sentence may be an excuse for Cai Xixiang in desperation, but it really touched Meng Jianwan's heart. Since her father passed away, Lin Chunhua has never felt the lively family atmosphere again. Meng Jianwan is different. She followed Mei Sixiu to live in the Meng family. No matter how bad the people in the Meng family are, it is a popular home.

Lin Chunhua was alone in her hometown. Even if Meng Jianwan often went back to accompany her, there were only two people in the family, and there would be a response when it made a sound. Every time the family reunion festival was happy, the family made the family even more deserted.

Meng Jianwan didn't speak for a long time, and the two old ladies there continued to speak crosstalk, swearing to persuade Meng Jianwan.

"Okay, I'll just lie over." Meng Jianwan rubbed his eyebrows and finally got defeated.

However, the two old ladies on the other side of the phone were still immersed in the joy of acting in a bitter scene, and did not realize what Meng Jianwan said at all.

Lin Chunhua: "If I don't come late or late, I will have no fun when I eat, alas—"

Cai Xixiang: "I can understand."

Meng Jianwan took a deep breath and raised the volume: "I said, I'll go there right away!"

The two of them stopped abruptly. After a moment, Lin Chunhua put away his miserable expression and smiled happily: "Then come over quickly, your grandmother Song and I will be waiting for you."

Song Yu raised his eyebrows and took a sip of tea calmly.

When Meng Jianwan arrived at the Song family, he saw two old ladies sitting on the sofa watching TV. There were about a hundred episodes of family ethics dramas played on the TV.

Cai Xixiang has watched this TV series before, but Lin Chunhua has not. Cai Xixiang couldn't help but spoil it as she watched it: "The man behind her cheated."

Lin Chunhua has poor hearing: "Does that man regret it?"

Cai Xixiang: "But, his wife's children are not his biological children either."

Lin Chunhua: "Isn't the male protagonist his own child?"

Cai Xixiang: “…”

It was a waste of spoiler and didn't listen to a single word.

Meng Jianwan's mouth twitched. When Song Yu walked to her, he took the down jacket she took off and hung it on the clothes hanger in the entrance hall, she said slowly: "They have been communicating like this?"

Song Yu looked calm: "Well, the two grandmas watched TV for an afternoon and after knocking two pounds of melon seeds, they all got angry. So now they didn't let them eat it, so they made a pot of tea to remove the fire for them to drink."

Before, Meng Jianwan had only been to Song Yu's banquet hall and had never come to the main room. Only then did she realize that the Song family was decorated really warmly.

The sounds of the range hood and cooking in the kitchen were intertwined, the sounds of the TV in the living room were mixed with the sounds of the two old people talking, and there were figures shaking in the side hall, as if they were fiddling with something. The figure should be Song Yu's father.

"Wanwan is here!" Liang Rushui heard the movement and came out of the kitchen.

She was wearing an apricot-colored tight sweater, rolled up her sleeves, and was helping her aunt cook. Because she was not sure about Meng Jianwan coming, the dishes were all ready. After hearing that she was coming, Liang Rushui asked her taste from Song Yu and quickly asked her to add a few more dishes.

Meng Jian nodded late, his expression was cold and unnatural.

Liang Rushui smiled and said, "Let Xiaoyu take you to wash your hands, and the meal will be started soon."

It has to be mentioned that under Lin Chunhua's call of "Xiaoyu", the whole family was successfully led to go astray.

The next second, Liang Rushui looked at the position in the side hall, his face changed, and he no longer looked kind and said: "Old Song, why did you tinker with red wine for so long? Are you secretly drinking?"

Song Xiaozheng's voice came from the side hall: "This bottle of red wine is difficult to open, and the bottle jam is broken."

Liang Rushui pulled her slippers over to check the situation, frowned and couldn't help but complain: "Whatever you do, you can't do, you can't be the first place in the meal."

Is it true that Song Yu is like this? This is how middle-aged couples live by disgusting each other. He takes Meng Jianwan's hand and says, "Let's go, take you to wash your hands."

Meng Jianwan: "I can do it myself."

Song Yu grabbed her hand and took her to the bathroom before letting go. Meng Jianwan opened the faucet and squeezed some hand sanitizer to scrub her hands carefully.

Song Yu leaned sideways against the door frame and looked at her. Seeing that she had washed her hands, he took off the towel and handed it to her.

Meng Jianwan took it calmly and wiped his hands. After wiping, he handed it back to Song Yu. He pinched the other end of the towel and pulled it hard. Meng Jianwan, who had no time to release the towel, was pulled into his arms by him.

Meng Jianwan raised his eyebrows and thought to himself that you have a lot of tricks.

Song Yu's body was blocking the door, and the eyes behind the lens blinked, with a hidden emotion hidden in his eyes. His hand was holding a towel, but his other hand quietly clasped on the back of Meng Jianwan's head, tentatively lowering his head. Seeing that she didn't seem to refuse, he boldly released the expression in his eyes, allowing him to clearly know what he wanted to do.

Meng Jianwan's eyes narrowed, he clenched his fist and stabbed him, imitating Liang Rushui's words: "You can't do anything, you can be the first place in rogue."

Song Yu covered his abdomen and licked his lips, which was both funny and unexpected: "Meng Jianwan, you are ruthless."

"I'm not righteous." Meng Jianwan pushed away his body blocking the way and walked out.

Song Yu hung the towel back to the original place. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to laugh. I don’t know who kissed him on the rooftop. Her tongue was almost bitten by her, and now she turned against him.

Typically, only state officials are allowed to set fires, and people are not allowed to light lamps.

When Meng Jian arrived at the restaurant late, the dishes were already served on the table, steaming and fragrant, with all kinds of dishes, and there was a pot of hot and spicy Maoxuewang in the middle, which was what she liked to eat.

Song Xiaozheng was sweating profusely and was still fighting against the bottle of red wine. He took out a piece of the cork and another piece was blocked at the mouth of the bottle, so he couldn't get it down.

Meng Jianwan took a few glances, but he couldn't bear it anymore: "I'll do it."
To be continued...