The rustling sound of snow outside the window gradually became louder, and occasionally there was a rustling sound, which was the sound of heavy snow bent down the branches. The humidifier in the room slowly sprayed out mist, making the atmosphere look too quiet.

Meng Jianwan picked up his phone again, lit up the screen and continued to browse the recent racing news. He clicked one by one to read, and suddenly remembered the accident just now: "Did my phone hit you in the head?"

Song Yuben didn't take it seriously. At this moment, she asked her on her own initiative and climbed up the pole, showing her weakness without any guilt: "Yes, I smashed my head into a bag, you can touch it."

He grabbed her hand and pressed it on the place on his head where he had just been smashed. Meng Jianwan knew that he was talking nonsense when he heard it, but he really touched it with his fingertips. Sure enough, he was deceived, and there was nothing left.

She was so angry that she pulled her hand away and slapped him: "I'll give you a bag or not?"

Song Yu chuckled, hugged her waist and pressed her arms. His fingertips accidentally touched a small piece of smooth skin. His thoughts that he had finally abandoned fell into a deeper abyss like a wild horse that had broken away.

The breathing was burning, and the mind was distracted and uncontrollable. Song Yu closed his eyes in despair.

After a while, he lifted the quilt and got up and got out of bed, cleared his throat, and tried his best to make his voice as usual: "I'll pour a glass of water, do you want to drink?"

The light of the phone shone on Meng Jianwan's face. She didn't notice any strangeness in him at all and said carelessly: "Don't drink."

Song Yu put on his slippers and opened the door, turned around and closed it casually, walked towards the stairs on the soft carpet in the corridor, but he never thought that the door of another room opened and Meng Weixia came out of it.

She stood at the door of the room wearing ankle-length white nightgown, staring at Song Yu in a daze, obviously not expecting to run into her. The lights in the room hit her back, virtually gathering around her, and putting a layer of soft filter on her. She lowered her eyelashes, pinched the fabric beside her with her fingers, and couldn't help but raise her eyes.

Song Yu glanced briefly, and the narrow eyes behind the lens were unremitting and went downstairs without any emotion.

There was no one in the living room. He walked to the kitchen in a familiar way, opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of mineral water from it. He couldn't bear it until he returned to the room, so he unscrewed the bottle cap and tilted his head and drank half a bottle.

The bottle was covered with cold water droplets, and his palms were wet. The water droplets slowly dripped down when they met the heat in the palm of their palms. Song Yu finally took a big mouthful and put them in his mouth, swallowed them slowly, and suddenly felt a sense of coldness rushed into his body, temporarily relieving the heat.

He twisted the cap on the bottle and carried the remaining half of the bottle of water upstairs.

Meng Weixia also went downstairs to drink water, because Song Yu took her step forward and she retreated back to the room, but the scene she saw just now lingered in her mind.

She thought that Song Yu, whom she saw during the day, was already a rare face for this man. Just now, he... was wearing dark pajamas, and the skin exposed on his neck seemed to glow with white porcelain, and his collarbone was thin and steep. A string of pure black tattoos were printed there. Although he couldn't see what was written clearly, such a picture could almost burn people's eyes.

Meng Weixia's hand was held on the cold doorknob, and her heart was mixed with jealousy and shame. She knew that Meng Jianwan and Song Yu were married and she should no longer have the fantasy of nothingness, but whenever she saw him, she could not help but be beating her heart faster, and her eyes were not controlled.

The door was not closed tightly, and through a gap, you could hear the subtle footsteps outside. It was Song who came upstairs, then the door opened, and then the door closed, accompanied by the man's low voice: "Wanwan, when will we get up tomorrow morning, I will set an alarm..."

After that, when the door was closed, I couldn't hear anything. Meng Weixia bit her lower lip, suppressed the sourness in her heart, and opened the door and went downstairs.

In another room, Meng Jianwan turned over and lay on the bed, the quilt slid to his waist, barely covering a corner: "What alarm bell is set? When did I wake up and when did I get up."

Song Yu was amused and crying: "Isn't this good?"

Meng Jianwan focused on looking at his phone and took the time to hum perfunctorily, not thinking that something was wrong.

Song Yu put the bottle of water on the bedside table and glanced at the decoration in the room. Suddenly, he found a familiar small box on the dressing table. He picked it up and looked at it, and soon recognized that it was a gift he had given to Meng Jianwan before.

He opened it and saw that the thin light golden chain was lying safely inside, as if it had never been looked at by its owner.

Song Yu took the box to the bed, raised his waist chain with his fingertips and held it in his hand. While Meng Jianwan was concentrating on looking at his phone, he grabbed her waist unexpectedly and put the thin chain on her.

Meng Jianwan suddenly felt a cold touch on his waist, and he was shocked and jumped up from the bed: "What are you doing? I'm fucking!"

"Don't swear." Song Yu locked the interface lock and did not forget to educate her verbal words.

Meng Jianwan lowered his eyes and saw that the hem of her pajamas rubbed above her waist at some point. A circle of thin chains hung on her thin white waist. The cold light golden tassels hung down. There was a light of broken diamonds in between. She was surprisingly sexy and beautiful. She thought it would be strange.

She was stunned for a moment and kicked Song Yu with her feet: "What the hell are you doing?"

"Just, just try it casually." Song Yu wanted to put it on her on a whim, but he didn't expect that he was the one who suffered in the end. He felt his blood boiling with just one glance, and the enthusiasm ran around his limbs and bones.

Meng Jianwan touched the lock of the waist chain and wanted to take it off, but found that his expression and eyes were not right. After experiencing what happened just now, she guessed it after thinking about it.

She paused her hands, crawled over and stared at Song Yu's eyes, and suddenly chuckled, pinching her voice softly and said, "A Yu, your ears are red."

...

Meng Jianwan saw Song Yu escape to the bathroom in a panic as he wished, but he didn't come out for a long time. She didn't restrain herself at all, laughed loudly, and casually untied the chain around her waist and threw it on the bedside table, with a slight click.

Xiao Fei, dare to fight with her!

Meng Jianwan lay alone on the bed, raising his arms comfortably behind his head. He couldn't help laughing when he thought about it. Song Yu is quite a hooligan, but he has to admit that he is an absolute gentleman. She didn't nod and promised that he would never do anything regardless of her wishes. Although it was useless to use her force to do things randomly, his attitude was obvious.

Song Yu came out of the bathroom and seemed to have taken a shower again. His face was covered with wet water droplets and the ends of his hair were moist, making his eyes as dark and moist as if soaked in water.

The two looked at each other, Meng Jianwan raised his eyebrows, and then he bent his eyes and smiled without any awareness of being the "culprit".

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The next morning, when it was still dawn, Song Yu woke up and got up and changed his clothes easily, without waking up Meng Jianwan who was sleeping.

After all, he was at his mother-in-law's house, so he couldn't sleep in bed like Meng Jianwan.

When she went downstairs, she met Meng Weixia again. She was stunned again, then turned her eyes away, poured herself a glass of water, stood by the window, looking at the snow in the yard.

The aunt was preparing breakfast in the kitchen, and the movement was very light. Not long after, Mei Sixiu and Meng Weihuai also got up and prepared to go outside for a walk. It was considered a morning exercise. The two were stunned when they saw Song Yu.

"Song Yu gets up so early, have you been sleeping well?" Mei Sixiu asked with a smile.

"I've had a good sleep, and I'll get up at this time at home," said Song Yu.

Regarding Meng Jianwan, Mei Sixiu knew that she was sleeping in without asking.

Meng Weihuai asked Song Yu to go out for a walk together, but Song Yu did not refuse. He put on his coat and followed the couple around the yard for two rounds and chatted for a while.

When the three of them came in, they stomped the snow on the mat at the door and walked into the room. The breakfast was almost ready. Song came upstairs and called Meng Jianwan.

Mei Sixiu raised her hand and rubbed her face that was blown coldly by the cold wind, reminding him: "Don't scream, Wanwan gets up very angry."

Song Yuxiao: "It's okay, I'm used to it."

The indulgence and doting of his words were naturally revealed, without any deliberate elements. Mei Sixiu felt aware of it and smiled a little on his face: "Okay, then you go up."

"good."

Song met the stairs and returned to the room. The curtains in the room had good shading, the light was dim, and the quilt on the bed was bulging, and Meng Jianwan slept in darkness.

Song Yu went to the bathroom to wash up briefly. When he came out, the person on the bed was still in the same position and had not moved. He shook his head and sat beside the bed, bent down and shouted to her: "Meng Jianwan, get up."

No one responded, and Song Yu called out "Wanwan" again, and then "wife". She finally reacted a little, frowned, and before her mind could wake up, she started to get angry.

As expected, the next second was a slap. Song Yu had long known this situation. He grabbed it before she waved her arm and kept calling her to wake her up.

Meng Jianwan was successfully woken up. When he opened his eyes, he met Song Yu's face. He was clean and refreshing, wearing glasses in a proper manner, and there was a gentle smile in his eyes.

But she was not confused by the beauty, and pulled his collar and said dissatisfiedly: "Can you shut up?"

Song Yu shut up, but pecked at the corner of her lips, was silent for a moment, and said, "Get up, breakfast is ready, you are still sleepy, let's go home and continue to sleep."

Meng Jianwan squinted his eyes and didn't want to talk to him.

Song Yu was afraid that she would fall asleep again the next second, so he had to find a topic to talk to her: "Wanwan, you only kicked me twice last night, you have made progress."

Meng Jianwan: “…”

?Is there something wrong?

"You used to say that you were not used to sleeping, but now you are not used to it?" Song Yu was also talking to her, "It's been a long time, you won't be used to it if you don't sleep with you."

He kept talking nonsense, Meng Jianwan couldn't continue to sleep. He lifted the quilt and kicked him before getting out of bed: "The third time, you can write it down in your small notebook."

Song Yu: "..."

Meng Jianwan entered the bathroom and slammed the door and closed it. Song Yu sat for two seconds, got up and pulled the curtains open, allowing the light to penetrate.

There were clusters of white snow piled up on the window ridge outside. He pushed open the window and the wind immediately poured in from outside. The cold was biting, and he grabbed a ball of snow and squeezed it into a ball of snow.

Soon after, the sound of the bathroom door opening came from behind him. Song Yu closed the window and walked over and stuffed a ball of cold snow into Meng Jianwan's hand: "Wake up and wake up."

Meng Jianwan threw away the snow ball in his hand, resisted the urge to throw it on his face, rolled his eyes and said, "Bored."

Song Yu pinched the snow ball very small. Her palms were warm and melted in a short while. The water droplets fell on the carpet through the gaps of her fingers, wetting a few traces.

Meng Jianwan shook the water droplets on his hand, and touched Song Yu's neck with cold cold by the snow ball, and hit him back: "Wake up your mind."

While talking, the two went downstairs and happened to run into Mei Sixiu who was about to go upstairs. The breakfast was already ready. Song Yu hadn't come down for so long. She thought he couldn't wake Meng Jianwan and was about to ask him to come over and eat first. Suddenly, she saw the couple walking to the stairs. Meng Jianwan's hand stretched into Song Yu's collar...

Mei Sixiu opened her eyes wide, paused for three seconds, came to her senses and forgot what she was going to say. She thought for a while before she remembered what she wanted to say: "Ah, that's the thing, by the way, come here and have breakfast."

As she said that, she turned around and went downstairs. Song Yu helped her glasses and turned her head to look at Meng Jianwan. She looked confused. So Song Yu approached her and said, "Mom, I think you are playing hooligan with me."

Meng Jianwan: "????"

She reflected on her behavior just now, pulled Song Yu's collar with one hand, and reached into his collar with the other hand and touched his neck. She really looked like a bully who took advantage of others, and her face changed suddenly.

Meng Jianwan stared at Song Yu and quickly walked downstairs.

Song Yu chased after two steps behind and said innocently: "It's not my fault..."

Before he finished speaking, Meng Jianwan stopped, bent his elbow and pounded it back, successfully causing him to shut his mouth.

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Xiao Ba: Oh, I’m going to be beaten when I’m playing a hooligan, and you can play as you like a hooligan, which is unfair!!!
Chapter completed!