Song Yu looked at Meng Jianwan's eyes, and a light suddenly flashed across the floor-to-ceiling window on the side. He was distracted from his attention, turned his head and looked out the window, and then another light lit up.

It turned out to be lightning, and it seemed that it was going to rain later.

Meng Jianwan was so hungry that he couldn't bear it. He had no intention of flirting with Song Yu in front of the table full of delicious food. He hooked his hand on his neck, pulled the person closer, and kissed him perfunctorily: "You'll be sexy later."

A kiss without any emotion also made Song Yu's heart beat wildly. His eyebrows raised high, and the brief unbelievableness followed by a huge joy.

Song Yu fiddled with the tableware in front of him, curled his lips when he lowered his eyes, and said to himself: "Why do I feel like today is my birthday?" One surprise after another, and his heart rippled.

Meng Jianwan didn't care what he was happy about and filled his stomach with his own heart.

I don’t know where Song Yu invited the chef. Each dish was unexpectedly delicious. The lobster actually made two different flavors.

Meng Jianwan was chewing the fat and tender shrimp meat, and sighed with satisfaction.

"Wife, cheers." Song Yu picked up the goblet at his hand, shook it gently, leaned towards her, and said again, "Happy birthday."

The scene in front of me inexplicably coincides with the scene at the auction a moment ago.

Meng Jianwan's eyes fell on the wine glass. Is this the best red wine in his mouth?

She picked up the goblet as she followed suit, put it to the tip of her nose and sniffed it. It tasted unusual. She touched him, then raised her neck and took a sip.

Meng Jianwan smacked his lips and his facial expression told Song Yu that she liked this bottle of wine very much. It was the right choice to keep her belly and drink it at the auction.

"Ah Yeh--"

Meng Jianwan sneezes and rubs his nose. Song Yu's eyes narrowed and he said nervously: "Did you catch a cold?" He felt that the indoor heating was already sufficient and it was not suitable to turn it up.

"I'm fine." Meng Jianwan waved his hand, not feeling uncomfortable in her body. She suddenly thought of something, picking the meat from the grilled lamb chops and laughing, "Maybe Meng Weixia is scolding me behind the scenes."

Song Yu breathed a sigh of relief, took over the work she had, and helped her pick the meat from a lamb chop.

Meng Jianwan held his cheek with his hand and watched the man cut the grilled lamb chops into small pieces with a dining knife, put them on a plate, and then pushed them to her. She held a fork and tied up a piece: "Meng Weixia is petty and petty. We have been accustomed to a long time ago. I made her vomit blood tonight. She must hate me now."

She chewed the crispy lamb chops on the outside and tender lamb inside, frowned and shook her head. Song Yu thought it was not delicious, but heard her say, "Tsk, when I think of her going to continue to get entangled with me, I feel very troublesome. If I had known it, I wouldn't have been happy for a while."

Song Yu ate the dishes slowly, looked at her frowning, and smiled and said, "Since I don't like it, I just won't deal with her in the future."

Meng Jianwan: "Can I avoid this? When did she provoke me first?"

The so-called "the first person to flirt is humble" refers to Meng Weixia.

"Let's have a meal, let's not mention her for now."

Song Yu took a few bites and poured her wine. He was busy and had almost no time to stop.

Meng Jianwan was drinking and suddenly realized that the red wine in the soberer was half reduced. She licked the wine on her lips and squinted at the attentive Song Yu: "Do you want to get me drunk?"

"You think of me too despicable, my wife." Song Yu lifted his eyelids and spoke with a long tone, which sounded a little more aggrieved, "You promised me, why did I get you drunk?"

Meng Jianwan drank a sip of wine without comment.

"Will you get drunk?" Song Yu asked with a smile.

"Of course not!" What a joke, is she famous for not getting drunk?

"That's all."

Compared to Meng Jianwan, Song Yu's face was flushed abnormally, and he looked more like a drunk person.

It happened that Meng Jianwan picked up a piece of foie gras, and Song Yu opened his mouth: "Ah."

Meng Jianwan paused: "What are you doing?"

"Hey me." Song Yu put his hand on the table, blinked, and his slender eyelashes trembled gently in the candlelight, "I have been serving you and have never eaten much."

Meng Jianwan recalled that he did only ate a few bites. In the other time, either poured her wine or cooked vegetables. Looking at his looking forward to it, her eyelids flipped: "Eat it yourself."

She is not used to feeding people...

Meng Jianwan was about to put the foie gras on the fork into his mouth, but Song Yu intercepted it halfway. He held her wrist and moved it to his side, opened his mouth and ate it.

Meng Jianwan's hand shook, and the tip of the fork poked Song Yu's upper jaw. He immediately "hissed" and let go of her hand and covered her mouth.

"Have you poked?" She looked at the fork in her hand, then reached out to pinch Song Yu's jaw, "Open my mouth and let me see if there is any bleeding."

Song Yu chewed the food in his mouth and swallowed it, and his frown slowly stretched out, not showing it to her: "It's okay, it shouldn't be serious."

Meng Jianwan was muffled: "Who told you to suddenly do that without my consent, and I won't poke you or not."

"Well, my fault." Song Yu took responsibility.

After the meal, raindrops floated out of the night sky outside, fine and rapid, and slapped on the window glass, quickly blurring the vision.

Meng Jianwan had a small glass of red wine left in the cup. She was full and leaned on the back of the chair, picked up the wine glass and drank it in one sip, pursed her lips, and placed the wine glass on the dining table.

Song Yu put down the knife and fork at the right time, looked at her and asked, "Have you finished eating?"

Meng Jianwan: “…”

Your eyes don't have to be so direct.

Song Yu got up and blew out the candles on the candlestick. Although he was thinking about "flipping the signs", he did not forget the most important step on his birthday.

He took out the birthday cake prepared in advance from the refrigerator and placed it on the dining table. He carefully opened the lid. He saw a very beautiful two-layer cake with circles of strawberries around it. On the top, he made a sports car model. Next to the car was a reduced version of Meng Jianwan, wearing a cold leather jacket and holding the roof of the car, even his expression was made a bit realistic.

Meng Jianwan was shocked.

Song Yu took out two candles, the numbers "2" and "3", inserted them on the cake, lit them with a lighter, and looked at Meng Jianwan: "Make a wish."

Meng Jianwan, like Song Yu, did not have the habit of making a birthday wish.

When Song Yu had his birthday, he insisted on making a wish to deceive her to stay.

"No need to make a wish." Meng Jianwan looked at the swaying candlelight on the cake, and after a while, he shook his head gently, "I don't have a birthday wish."

Song Yu did not force her to blow out the candle directly. When the candlelight went out, he said softly: "You should tell me your wishes, the cake will not help you realize it, I can."

Meng Jianwan was a little overeat. No matter how delicious the cake looked, she couldn't eat it anymore. She picked up a strawberry with her finger and put it in her mouth. Just as she was regretting, Song Yu suddenly got up and walked to the grand piano.

Under her slightly surprised gaze, her fingers with distinct joints rested on the black and white piano keys.

Meng Jianwan instantly recalled the scene of him playing the piano and singing sweet songs in a bar. In fact, Song Yu sang very well. She was stubborn at that time and deliberately said that he sang badly.

The familiar prelude jumped out of the keys, mixed with the slight sound of rain, and rang in this empty but warm house with a cheerful rhythm, and I couldn't help but lift the corners of my mouth when I heard it.

Song Yu didn't sing this time, but just played her a complete happy birthday song.

He turned his head and looked over. He clearly did not wear a formal tuxedo, but only a white shirt and a black suit, and was still as handsome as a little prince.

Meng Jianwan held his forehead, and the melody of the birthday song was repeated in her ears. Many scenes related to Song Yu suddenly flashed through her mind, and they were connected like movies one by one.

Song met a nail salon looking for her, but accidentally stepped on milk tea and knelt down; he was chased by a big rooster in his hometown, and jumped over the wall with a hurry; he swears that he can ride a tricycle, but he overturned; he was accidentally poisoned by eating mushrooms, dancing like a fool; he confessed that he made such a big noise, and everyone on the Internet knows...

He was originally a rich, powerful, arrogant and sought after person, but in front of her, he was so clumsy that people didn't know what to say.

Meng Jianwan smiled with his eyes down and touched the goblet next to him, but found that there was no wine inside.

She tapped her fingers at the table, looked up at Song Yu, and he was just turning his head to look at her, with his lips slightly bent, and his fingers flew without stopping.

Meng Jianwan lay on the table and stared at him. When he finished playing, she came over and raised her head. Because she had just yawned, her eyes were covered with wet water vapor, and the tail of her eyes were a little red, and she lost her usual arrogant aura.

"Song Yu." She suddenly called his name.

Song Yu was packing the cake on the table and preparing to put it in the refrigerator. He could still eat it tomorrow. When he heard her calling him, he glanced at her: "Hmm?"

Meng Jianwan didn't know what to ask him to do, so he rubbed his temples and thought. After a while, a sentence came out of her mouth: "Am I very fierce to you?"

At the auction, although Zhao Yichen and his girlfriend's conversation at the next table tried hard to lower her voice, she had good hearing and just heard a few words.

It seems that she doesn't give Song Yu face or something.

Song Yu simply stopped fiddling with the cake. He thought about it seriously and nodded, "Well, it's quite fierce." He paused and couldn't help but start to turn over the old accounts. "I broke my arm twice, hit my abdomen several times, kicked countless times, didn't kiss or hug, and couldn't just sleep as much as I want..."

Meng Jianwan's face changed as he listened, and the gentleness that had just passed disappeared: "Give you some color, you can open a dyeing shop, right?"

Song Yu swallowed the rest of his words, supported her hand on the back of her chair, and wrapped her between the chair and her arms: "I am honored."

After the words came, he kissed her lips, and his hand slid down to pick her up straight up. He walked out of the restaurant while kissing. When he passed by the living room, Meng Jianwan pushed him away and gasped, "My cell phone rang."

Her cell phone was placed on the dining table, and the crisp ringtones came out, as if there was an echo.

Song Yu's eyes were as deep as a pool, his forehead was pressed against her forehead, his breath was burning, and his voice was so low that it was muffled: "I won't answer."

Meng Jianwan: "No, if there is an important person looking for me."

Song Yu tskated, put her on the sofa, turned around and went to the restaurant to get her cell phone, and then lowered his eyes and saw the two words "Xu Zhan" in the caller ID. Is this "important person"?

Song Yu wanted to press the red rejection button directly, but just thought about it. He handed the phone to Meng Jianwan, his voice was low and awkward: "Xu Zhan's phone number."

Meng Jianwan slowly exhaled his breath, adjusted his breathing frequency, took the phone and answered the phone: "Hey."

Xu Zhan had no extra words, but his voice was still gentle: "Happy birthday to you. I have someone to send your gift to the nail salon. You should be able to see it when you pass."

Meng Jianwan didn't go to the nail salon all day today. He didn't know that Xu Zhan had prepared a birthday gift for himself. He was stunned and calm as before: "Okay, I don't know. Thank you."

Xu Zhan smiled and said, "I won't bother you anymore, I will get together again if I have the chance."

"Okay." Meng Jianwan responded and quietly waited for the other side to hang up the phone first.

Song Yu, who was sitting next to her, mistakenly thought she had something to tell Xu Zhan, probably because he was prone to impulsive after drinking, so he pulled down the strap of her skirt and kissed her.

Meng Jianwan was caught off guard and was so irritated that he breathed tightly. His phone almost smashed down. He had no time to hang up the phone and didn't hang up: "Song Yu, are you a dog?!"
To be continued...