Song Yu was drunk not long ago. He was drunk and still had three points of rationality. Although his reaction was slower than usual, his speech was organized, so even if he bet with Xue Haoyue, he could not let himself fall into the pit. But this time, he didn't know what happened. After getting drunk, he became emotional, and sometimes he giggled and said something that others couldn't understand.

Zhao Yichen attributes this to getting married making people dizzy.

When Meng Jianwan received a voice call from Song Yu, he was having a dinner with people from the boxing club. He sprinkled with chili noodles and cumin powder, so delicious that he wanted to swallow his tongue. There was also the roasted squid, brushed with a layer of sauce, so that he could feel the summer atmosphere in the cold winter.

The sound of laughter and the sound of wine glasses colliding. Gou Sheng took a sip of the iced beer and breathed happily, expressing surprise to Meng Jianwan, who was quietly eating barbecue: "Sister Meng, don't you drink?"

Meng Jianwan picked up a piece of roasted pork belly from the barbed wire mesh, rolled it around in a dried chili dish, wrapped it with lettuce and put it in his mouth, and said angrily: "I'll drive to pick someone up later."

The oil dripping from the barbecue fell into the charcoal under the wire mesh, making a sizzling sound, and a gust of white smoke splashed. Gou Sheng adjusted the air outlet of the range hood and asked casually: "Who should I pick up?"

Meng Jianwan: "Dog man."

Gou Sheng: "..."

Meng Jianwan accelerated his eating speed. Before leaving, he did not forget to take away a skewer of roasted lamb and walked out while eating, with his steps as heroic as if he was going to fight.

She drove the navigation, and the sports car was running in the night, and stopped at the club door after half an hour.

The manager in the first floor lobby saw Meng Jianwan get out of the car through the floor-to-ceiling glass. He quickly walked over, opened two glass doors for her, and greeted her with a smile: "Mrs. Song is here. Mr. Song and the others are still in the private room last time, I will take you there."

The manager had a lot of eyesight this time and led Meng Jianwan all the way to the elevator entrance.

Meng Jianwan waved his hand: "No, I'll go there myself."

The manager paused and still helped her press the elevator: "Okay, if you need anything, you can call me."

Before the elevator was closed, he couldn't help but look inside, and saw the woman leisurely leaning against the inner wall of the elevator, inserting one hand into the pocket and playing with the car key with the other hand, with her eyebrows and eyes hanging down, as if she was careless.

With just one look, the manager withdrew his gaze and thoughts. The last time he came over was Miss Meng, and this time he was Mrs. Song, which was really unexpected.

Meng Jian arrived outside the private room late and went in directly without knocking on the door.

The young men looked up at her, without any surprise. Song Yu called him just now and they all knew that Meng Jian would come to pick him up, but she didn't expect that she would come so quickly.

Meng Jianwan said hello casually, glanced around, and saw Song Yu's figure on the sofa, leaning against the armrest of the sofa, his skin turned red and his glasses tilted to one side.

Zhao Yichen knew the boss' temper and cleared his throat: "That, Xiao Ba is not drunk from us. He is so happy that he drank too much."

Meng Jianwan had no expression on his face, walked around the coffee table and walked to Song Yu, and kicked him in the foot: "Song Yu!"

Song Yu suddenly opened his eyes, looked at her with misty eyes. He recognized her without having to identify it carefully and pulled her hand over. Meng Jianwan was caught off guard and staggered for a while, almost fell into his arms, and finally barely supported the sofa armrest to stabilize his body.

"Wife, why are you here?" Song Yu hugged her neck and rubbed her cheek with his face, "Are you here to pick me up?"

Meng Jianwan stubbornly pulled his hand down, frowned and said, "Didn't you call me and ask me to pick you up?"

Song Yu tilted his head and thought for three seconds, then suddenly realized: "Oh, I remember to mess with you."

Meng Jianwan: “…”

A group of young men in the private room were pissed off. They should have taken their phones to record this scene and sent it back to Song Yu when he was sober, so that he could know what kind of virtue he was after he was drunk.

Zhao Yichen laughed and said, "Do you need to find two people to come and help Xiao Ba into the car?"

"No, I can walk by myself." Song Yu stood up on the sofa, hugged Meng Jianwan with his arms, and walked out of the box with his feet floating.

Meng Jian took a few deep breaths in his arms. He had known that Song Yu was drunk and she would not come to pick him up no matter what she said.

The elevator went down to the first floor. Seeing this, the manager came over to help Song Yu into the car.

Meng Jianwan sat in the driver's seat, and the man in the passenger seat leaned over and put it on her through the armrest box: "Wanwan, you have the smell of barbecue."

After staying in the barbecue place for a long time, it will indeed smell. Meng Jianwan raised his eyebrows: "So what?"

Song Yu said in a daze: "I want to eat barbecue too."

Meng Jianwan smiled and said, "I'll bake you, do you believe it?"

Song Yu tried hard to open his eyes wide and said unbelievably: "Ah? Are you fucking me?"

Meng Jianwan: “…”

Meng Jianwan pushed Song Yu's body back, put on his seat belt, and warned indifferently: "Don't sit around and don't hear it. If you move again, I won't care about you."

Song Yu heard the displeasure in her tone, nodded gentlely, put his hands on his knees, and sat obediently like a kindergarten child.

Meng Jianwan glanced at him, started the car, and said nothing along the way.

The sports car drove into the gate of the Song family. Song Yu, who was like a puppet, moved. Meng Jianwan got out of the car and helped him into the house. The family had not yet slept. Liang Rushui knew that Song Yu was drunk when he saw him, and frowned: "Why did he drink so much?"

Meng Jianwan followed Zhao Yichen's original words: "No one is giving him a gift, I am so happy that I'm drunk too much."

Liang Rushui's eyelids twitched: "Ah?"

Song Yu nodded and said in accordance with Meng Jianwan's words: "Yes, I'm so happy."

Liang Rushui was speechless and asked Meng Jianwan to take him upstairs and go to the kitchen to cook sobering soup.

Meng Jianwan helped Song Yu to the master bedroom, his forehead was sweating, and he put his hands on his hips and gasped. Looking at the man lying on the bed, he was really angry and helpless.

This is life after marriage? She serves a drunk dog man? She wants to divorce again.

Meng Jianwan took off his coat and threw it on the sofa, then walked back to the bed, and officially notified Song Yu: "When you wake up, we will get divorced!"

"Divorce?!" Song Yu suddenly got up from the bed and his nerves were tense, "Who said he wanted to get a divorce?"

Meng Jianwan: "I said it."

Song Yu pointed out outside the door and threatened her: "If you talk about divorce again, I will run away from home."

Meng Jianwan smiled angrily, but he didn't expect that he was so serious. He really had the attitude that she wanted to say another word, so he rushed out: "Come back for me."

"Okay!" Song Yu walked back with no arrogance and lay on the bed.

Meng Jianwan licked his lips, stood there and hesitated for a moment, sighed lightly, knelt on the edge of the bed and unbuttoned his suit, and helped him take it off.

As soon as his hand touched his tie, Song Yu grabbed her shoulder. The drunk man was surprisingly strong and overturned Meng Jianwan on the bed. He leaned over and kissed her lips without hesitation.

"Um..." Meng Jianwan frowned and felt his tongue numb from being sucked.

If Song Yu kissed him in advance, he would have to report in advance for approval. If Meng Jianwan disagreed, he would be careful to kiss him secretly. It was like this at this time, he would do whatever he wanted while he was drunk, without any scruples, and he would not be afraid of making Meng Jianwan angry.

Meng Jianwan couldn't breathe and leaned his neck to push him away, but he grabbed his hand and pressed it aside.

Liang Rushui boiled the sobering soup and put it in a small bowl, placed it on a tray, held it upstairs with both hands, and followed the wide open door, and saw the couple in close posture on the bed.

Liang Rushui was stunned for three seconds and quickly turned around. She looked down at the steaming sober soup and thought to herself: What kind of wine should I wake up? It is better to be drunk.

She smiled pursed her lips, walked downstairs, walked two steps and turned around, gently helping them close the door.

The moment the door closed, Meng Jianwan pushed Song Yu away, touched his slightly red and swollen lips, couldn't help but kick Song Yu with anger, and turned his head to look at him: "Every time you get drunk?"

Song Yu heard her words clearly and hugged her waist: "Cai, Cai, Cai, only to you."

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The next day, when Song Yu woke up, Meng Jianwan was no longer in the room. He rubbed his forehead that was sore, and the scene of last night gradually poured into his mind.

Song Yu laughed, got up and went to the bathroom to wash, and when he changed into formal clothes and went downstairs, there was already a person sitting at the dining table. Meng Jianwan was next to Lin Chunhua. She was not used to eating Western breakfast, and she held a fried dough stick in her hand, which was the same as Lin Chunhua's steps. She first dipped it in her head, and then took a big bite.

Song Xiaozheng glanced at Song Yu and said dissatisfiedly: "It's not a social event, why do you drink so much? I took you back last night."

The word "carry" is used exaggeratedly, at most it is to support it.

Song Yu sat down opposite Meng Jianwan. Before he could say anything, Liang Rushui defended his son: "He has always been steady and doesn't often get drunk, so just say a few less words."

Song Xiaozheng muttered: "A loving mother often defeats her son."

Meng Jian finished breakfast three or two and was ready to go out with the car keys. Song Yu hurriedly put down half of the breakfast and followed her out.

"Wanwan, I last night..." Song Yu quickly walked to her side, with a smile flashing in his eyes, "I drank too much last night, did you kiss?"

Meng Jianwan ignored him, Song Yu touched the tip of his nose: "I didn't mean it." After pausing, he tried to find something to offset it, "You kicked me last night."

Last night, when she mentioned last night, Meng Jianwan remembered that she was too lazy to make trouble and slept in bed. Song Yu slept next to her, and the two of them shared the same bed.

Song Yu pondered for a moment and said the specific number: "Ten times. You kicked me ten times."

Meng Jianwan didn't believe it: "Aren't you drunk?"

"Even if you are drunk, I will wake up as soon as you kick me, and then silently take my phone and write a note." Song Yu took out his phone and opened the memorandum to Meng Jianwan. There were two words "全" written on it, showing how many times she kicked him last night.

Meng Jianwan pursed his lips and said nothing.

When Song met her, he had nothing to say, put away his phone and said casually: "Meng Weixia came to see me yesterday."

Meng Jianwan's forehead jumped, as if she hadn't expected that she had finished teaching Meng Weixia a lesson, so she went to find Song Yu. She really didn't stop for a moment.

"What did she ask you for?" Meng Jianwan asked.

Of course, Song Yu would not hide it from Meng Jianwan and recounted the details of the conversation between the two. After hearing this, Meng Jianwan nodded and raised a curve on the corner of his mouth. This was indeed something Meng Weixia would do.

"Meng Weixia is right, I just want to piss her to death." Meng Jianwan admitted it very readily without blinking, "If you feel cheated, we can divorce."

Song Yu said "tsk" and wanted to educate her a few words. When she lowered her eyes, she saw the wedding ring on her hand wearing it well, and all the depression disappeared instantly.

"I know you're not just trying to anger her-" Song Yu smiled, and said nothing about the rest.

He was in the parking lot yesterday, and it was just to deliberately anger Meng Weixia that he said that even if Meng Jianwan had a purpose, he would be happy to marry her. But Meng Jianwan was not stupid, so why did he make a decision to get married in order to retaliate against others? Perhaps there was some impulse reasons. At least she did not have much resistance to marrying him in her heart.

Meng Jianwan was waiting for his next sentence, but couldn't wait for his answer, so he had to ask: "It's not just to anger her, then what am I doing?"

"You made your own decision, you ask me?" Song Yu's sight, the driver had already driven the car over. He said slowly, "If you ask me to answer, then I will definitely say that you love me so much that you can't extricate yourself."

Meng Jianwan: “…”

This sentence is a bit familiar. She once said in front of Meng Weixia that Song Yu loved her so much that she loved her wholeheartedly.

——The standard for plastic couples is to say in front of outsiders that the other party loves them very much.

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Xiao Ba uses the small notebook to keep accounts every day: Wanwan kicked me x times last night.

Until one day I discovered that she didn’t kick me last night, which was incredible!!!
Chapter completed!