Meng Jianwan sat in the back seat of Bentley. Thinking of Meng Weixia's delicious face, he couldn't help but smile.

Song Yu followed her into the car, and the driver closed the car door for them. When he turned around, he saw a fleeting smile on her lips. He reached out and pinched her face: "What are you laughing at?"

Meng Jianwan turned his head away, but he was still not used to him touching him when there were outsiders, but she was in a good mood now and didn't bother with him.

"Did you deliberately let Meng Weixia hear that sentence?" Meng Jianwan leaned against the back of the chair and the loose coat draped over her shoulder accidentally slipped off her shoulder. She didn't care for the time being, "It's the saying, 'My original plan was to leave after taking the card'."

Song Yu pinched the collar of the coat and lifted it up, covering her snow shoulder: "You can see this?"

Meng Jianwan snorted: "Do you think my IQ is the same as Meng Weixia?"

"Aren't I afraid that your good sister will not understand?" Song Yu put his hand on his knee and smiled, "I had to make the words clear."

Meng Jianwan twitched twice.

She could not imagine Meng Weixia's expression after knowing the truth, so she spent 20 million to buy a broken ring, which would probably be passed on as a family heirloom.

Meng Jianwan thought of this and touched the hairpin on his hair, wanting to take it off.

Song Yu saw her intention and put his palm on the back of her hand, stopping her movements: "Why take it down? It looks so good to wear it."

Meng Jianwan: "There is a sports car on his head and his neck can't bear it."

Song Yu smiled so much that his eyes were bent. The car was moving forward. The street lights were intermittently sprinkled in. His face was bright and dark, but his black eyes were always dotted with starlight.

"Wear it first, take it off when you go home." Song Yu took her hand, worried that she would move again, so he simply held her hand tightly in the palm of his hand.

Meng Jianwan tried to twitch his hand, but he didn't pull it away, and glanced at him with his eyes.

Song Yu was sitting next to her, with legs pressed together, touching her gaze. He stepped closer, almost squeezing her, his head turned to one side, and approached her ears. In order to prevent the driver in the front seat from hearing his voice, he spoke in anger: "I promised to turn over my sign tonight, and I won't even hold my hand?"

His breath was warm and could not be ignored. Meng Jianwan's heartbeat missed a beat and sat stiffly without moving.

Song Yu kept this position, putting his chin on her neck: "You can't keep your word, right?"

In just a few seconds, Meng Jianwan's expression returned to normal. He stretched out his index finger and poked his forehead, pushing the person away: "When did I not admit my conscience if I did it?"

Song Yu sat back, thought about it and lowered his hair and laughed.

The two of them did not go back to the Song family villa, but went to the apartment near the company.

Meng Jianwan saw the familiar community gate through the car window, and was slightly stunned. After coming out of the auction, Song Yu explained to the driver that she was thinking about Meng Weixia and did not listen carefully.

Song Yu warmly reminded: "We are here."

Meng Jianwan saw through his little thoughts, turned his head and smiled secretly, but did not poke it out, pushed open the car door and took the elevator upstairs.

She remembered that they also spent the night of Song Yu’s birthday.

Meng Jianwan raised his eyebrows, and Song Yu's little thought was of course not to want a third person to disturb him.

The two walked out the door. When Meng Jianwan was about to press his fingerprint, the door opened from the inside. The aunt stood inside the door and made a "please" gesture to the outside. She was about to see off the two chefs who came to cook for the two.

When the aunt saw the two outside the door, she knew that she could go with her. She smiled and said, "Mr. Song, the meal is ready. You and your wife are using it slowly, so we're leaving."

Song Yu was always a decent gentleman in front of outsiders. He turned slightly and asked the people in the house to go first, put his hand on the suit collar and nodded: "Thank you hard, go slowly."

The aunt and two chefs quickly disappeared in front of them.

Meng Jianwan let himself go when he got home, kicked off a high heel that was inappropriate, stepped on the ground with barefoot, pulled off the coat on his body and threw it aside, and walked around his back and pounded his neck with his hands twisted.

Song Yu followed behind to serve her, took slippers from the shoe cabinet and placed them at her feet: "Go and wash your hands, we can have a meal."

Meng Jianwan wanted to take off the skirt that was tied and put on a comfortable home clothes, but a gurgling sound came from her stomach at this moment. It was obvious that her Wudian Temple could no longer wait.

She was about to go around the restaurant and go to the kitchen to wash her hands, but stopped when she saw the layout of the restaurant.

The snow-white long dining table was covered with Reis tablecloths. The hanging edges around them were not only hollowed-carved but also fine tassels. Each dish on the table was covered with a round or rectangular stainless steel lid, with candlesticks and roses on both sides.

The restaurant, which is usually a bit empty, doesn't look so deserted because of the extra grand piano.

Song Yu took off her suit jacket and hung it on the hanger in the entrance, took off her watch and tie. When she walked over, she saw her expression slightly stunned and turned to look at the layout of the dining table.

He raised his eyebrows with satisfaction as he asked, not overly exaggerated, nor lost his grandeur.

"I have given special instructions that Chinese and Western food are prepared." Song Yu lowered his eyes and saw that she had not washed her hands yet, so he pulled her to the kitchen pool.

Perhaps all the arrangements today exceeded Meng Jianwan's imagination and were deviated from her usual style of conduct, so she was always "led by Song Yu".

Including at this moment, Song Yu grabbed her hand and placed it under the faucet to help her wash her hands. She didn't realize that something was wrong, as if it was natural.

Song Yu lowered his head and pressed a pump of hand sanitizer in his palm. His four hands were tangled and rubbed, and covered with white foam. In fact, he was a little enjoying doing these for Meng Jianwan because she was always too independent and occasionally picked up food for her, let alone like she was now.

When Meng Jianwan realized that he wanted to refuse, he had already washed her hands and wiped her hands with a clean white towel from the side.

"I'll do it myself." Meng Jianwan shrank.

"It's already wiped."

After Song Yu finished wiping her, he wiped his hands and took her back to the restaurant.

When Meng Jianwan was about to sit down, Song Yu found the only arrangement that he was dissatisfied with, that was, the seats of the two were too far away. According to etiquette, the seats of the two were at both ends of the long table.

He simply brought the chair over and placed it next to his chair, and gentlemanly opened it for Meng Jianwan: "Sit."

The considerate and thoughtful service made Meng Jianwan’s whole body look like a big boss. She supported her forehead and said, “It’s okay if you are a normal person.”

Song Yu sat down on another chair and opened the lid covering the dining plate one by one for her. The aroma of the food suddenly became rich: "I am normal, that's how it is."

Meng Jianwan stopped talking to him and turned his attention to the food on the dining table. Sure enough, the combination of Chinese and Western styles was not inappropriate.

On the huge rectangular plate in the center was a large Boston lobster. It had its back open, the tender meat was drizzled with sauce, and the lobster claws had also removed the shells and could taste it without any effort. There was also a whole piece of grilled lamb chops, which shone in the candlelight and dripped onto the vegetables on the tray, making it mouthwatering.

A total of twelve dishes, big and small.

The red wine has been poured into the decanter, emitting a dense mellow fragrance, and everything is as beautiful as a dream.

Song Yu picked up the sober, poured red wine into their goblets, and smiled and said, "What are you still standing there? You're not hungry for a long time, eat quickly."

Each dish was according to Meng Jianwan's taste, and she liked it. She didn't know where to start.

Song Yu picked up the wine glass and sucked it, put his face in front of her, his lips were very close to her, and he joked: "Why don't you try my pre-meal dessert first?"

Meng Jianwan suddenly came back to his senses and patted him on the shoulder: "Can you be more sexy? You, dessert?"

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