Meng Jianwan had booked a return flight earlier, which was around 12:30 noon on the 30th, and it was almost 3:00 pm when he arrived in the imperial capital.

She got up early and took a taxi out for a walk in the free time. She looked at picking up a few gifts. She had never done these things before, and she was just buying them by listening to other people's recommendations.

At noon, Meng Jianwan and Qian Zhengde had lunch in a restaurant near the airport. The two of them had little luggage and did not need to check in. They passed the security check and boarded the plane at about the same time.

Meng Jianwan's seat leaned against the porthole, and after a few hours of sailing, she was not sleepy at all. She held her cheek and looked at the sea of ​​clouds rolling outside the porthole in a daze.

Qian Zhengde was reading a travel magazine in his ears. As he looked at it, he couldn't help but remember Meng Jianwan's performance on the court yesterday. He closed the magazine and put it aside, and was quite proud: "You are famous this time, and I have benefited from it."

Last night, several old friends in the racing circle heard about it and sent him messages to express their envy and congratulations. Meng Jianwan gave him a lot of face.

Meng Jianwan withdrew his gaze and his eyes fell on his red face, sniffing.

"I don't know who it is. I scolded me the day before the game." She said angrily, "I said I want to win the championship. Coach, you even poured my cold water on me, saying I'm here to play."

Qian Zhengde was both angry and funny: "You girl are quite vengeful. I'm not worried that you can't get your ID and can't participate in the competition."

"Okay, you don't need to explain."

"You're still angry with me?"

"Do I have that grudge? Do you think everyone is like you."

“…”

Qian Zhengde couldn't say anything about her, so he simply shut up and picked up the travel magazine to read it again. He had never seen a student with a bigger temper than Meng Jianwan. Only in the training ground can she be obedient.

Meng Jianwan snorted, and he felt comfortable after a few words?

She leaned against the back of the chair with her hands, and closed her eyes and rested without sleep.

More than two hours of flight time passed by, and the on-board radio reminded all passengers that the plane was about to land. Meng Jianwan opened his eyes, stretched his waist, and cheered up.

After the plane landed, the two followed the people off the plane. Before the people left the airport, there was a young girl in front of them looking at Meng Jianwan and whispering together.

Meng Jianwan held a small duffel bag in his left hand and a mobile phone in his right hand. He looked at the group of people through his sunglasses, confused and asked the coach: "What's going on?"

Qian Zhengde just turned on his phone and lowered his head to send a message to his wife. He didn't know what she was saying, so he asked back: "What's the situation?"

“…”

Meng Jianwan took off the sunglasses from his face and narrowed his eyes there. As a result, a lot of movement broke out in the crowd. As soon as he got closer, he could hear what they were saying.

"I just said that it was Meng Jianwan, you still don't believe it!"

"How can we recognize it when wearing sunglasses?"

"It's really her!"

"Even if she wears a helmet, I can recognize it!"

Meng Jianwan pursed the corner of his lower lip, put on his sunglasses again, and a light smile appeared on his lips. This was exaggerated, could he recognize him even with a helmet?

The brave one among the group ran over at the instigation of their friends: "Hello, we are your fans. This is for you, sister, you are very cool on the field!"

The girl said, handing a bouquet of flowers hidden behind her to Meng Jianwan.

Meng Jianwan had no choice but to stop. Qian Zhengde, who was beside him, stopped and widened his eyes. Did his students even have fans after they came back from participating in a game?

Meng Jianwan was also surprised. The eyes behind the sunglasses blinked, and hesitantly took the flower in her hand: "Thank you."

The girl asked her on behalf of the majority of fans: "Sister, do you have a Weibo?"

Meng Jianwan: "Is there... right?"

In order to read the news on Weibo, she registered an account casually. She has not posted a single update so far, only a few zombie fans.

The girl's eyes lit up and she asked excitedly: "What's my sister's Weibo name? We'll follow you."

She asked Meng Jianwan, and that account was a string of unruly English letters, which she couldn't remember: "Sorry, I don't play on Weibo much, so I don't have to follow me."

"That's how it is." The girl showed regret, "Many fans like you very much and want to follow your Weibo. When do you want to play, you must send a notice."

Meng Jianwan said "Yeah" in a daze. In fact, she still feels confused and her mind is a little confused. She is not even a drifting match. She has participated in the game before and has never attracted so much attention.

"Xiao Lei, the car we called is here, hurry up." Not far away, the girl's companion was calling her.

Meng Jianwan raised his hand and pointed to the other side: "Hurry up and go over, thank you for your flowers." She touched her pocket and grabbed a handful of candy she carried with her to show her gratitude.

The girl was flattered and was stunned for several seconds before she realized that she quickly took the candy with both hands, turned around and walked back to her companion in a dizzy manner.

"How did my sister make it cool and sweet? Ahhhh, she gave me candy!"

Several girls looked up and saw Meng Jianwan strode forward. She was wearing a simple white T-shirt without any pattern. She took off her sports jacket and hung it on her arms. Black tight jeans wrapped around her straight and slender legs. She had a pair of short boots, a thin waist and long legs, a slender figure and a perfect proportion.

While walking, a wisp of flax blue color in the middle of the long black hair appeared faintly, and the side face was delicate and bright. Even wearing sunglasses, it could not hide its outstanding appearance, but instead added a bit of cold temperament.

The girl looked at the figure and walked further and further away, sighing: "Oh, I forgot to sign."

Her companions patted her on the shoulder: "I'm lucky to see me."

“That’s right.”

Meng Jianwan's car was parked in the airport parking lot. Although she was fighting with the coach, she still took him to the destination with considerately and then changed the route home.

More than an hour later, a silver-gray sports car drove into the villa gate.

After getting out of the car, she took out her luggage and the bouquet of flowers from the front cover of the car, walked into the house quickly, and accidentally found Song Yu at home.

The man sat in the side hall, and the afternoon sun shone in from the side window and landed at his feet. He was wearing soft and comfortable home clothes, sitting on a wooden chair, and a teapot and a few small tea cups were placed on the round small tea table in front of him.

He wore irregular gold wire-framed glasses, held a document in his hand, staring at the text on it without looking sideways, as if he had not noticed Meng Jianwan's arrival.

Aunt Du came out of the kitchen, shook the water droplets on her hand, and said in surprise: "Wanwan is back. Have you had lunch? Do you need to cook something for you now to suffice your stomach?"

Meng Jianwan glanced at the pretender man, smiled and turned his head to look at Aunt Du, and said calmly: "No, I had lunch in the restaurant at noon."

Aunt Du nodded with a smile and noticed the flowers she was holding: "Where did this come from? Did you buy them?" With Meng Jianwan's temperament, he should not take the initiative to buy flowers and plants.

"It was given by someone else." Meng Jianwan handed the flowers in his arms to Aunt Du, "You can find a vase to put them in."

"OK."

Aunt Du took the bouquet, squatted near the coffee table, took the colorful paper wrapped in the flowers, took out the flowers, got up, found an empty glass bottle from the cabinet, took it to the kitchen to wash it, put it in clean water, trimmed the bouquet, inserted it in and kept it in, and sprinkled some water droplets on the petals.

Meng Jianwan took his luggage back to the bedroom when he was free, and pretended not to see the person in the side hall.

Song Yu could hear the conversation between the two in the living room clearly, and then watched Aunt Du pack the bouquet of flowers and put it in a conspicuous place. She couldn't bear it anymore, walked to the living room, and took a look at the stairs.

When Aunt Du saw his figure, she finally realized something was wrong. In the past, Meng Jianwan would always stick to him when he came back from a long distance.

This time, he didn't even say anything to Meng Jianwan.

Aunt Du couldn't help but wonder if the couple had a quarrel.

Before she could ask, Meng Jianwan got downstairs and looked at the man in the living room without saying a word.

Aunt Du suppressed her curiosity and left the living room tactfully. Song Yuyu Guang caught a glimpse of Meng Jianwan and pretended to be calm: "You said it yourself and explained it to me, have you forgotten?"

Meng Jianwan thought he wanted to explain at that time, but after three days, his mind was full of competition. She had forgotten what to say to Song Yu. When he asked about it, she didn't know how to explain.

"Get your phone." Meng Jianwan said.

"What are you doing?" Song Yu asked what he was doing, but took out his cell phone and handed it to Meng Jianwan. "It's good if I didn't check your phone. You also checked my phone. Do you want to catch my little braid and use it to equalize me? I tell you, I don't have a little braid for you to catch."

Meng Jianwan knew his mobile phone password, and after unlocking it, he operated it, and then took out his mobile phone and operated it.

Under Song Yu's puzzled look, she threw the phone to him: "Are you satisfied so much?"

"What are you satisfied with or not, don't transfer..."

Before the word "topic" was expressed, Song Yu saw the interface displayed on the mobile phone screen. He was stunned for a moment, and then blinked in disbelief.

Meng Jianwan's mobile phone is connected to his mobile phone and shared the location, which means that no matter where she goes in the future, as long as she brings her cell phone, he will be able to know her location accurately.

satisfy.

Song Yu can no longer be satisfied.

He held back his joy and stared at the phone screen with a faint expression: "How do I know how long your sharing time is? If you turn it off tomorrow."

Meng Jianwan: "I am the one who goes back on his word?"

Song Yu felt relieved now, curled the corners of his lips and showed a little smile. His cold face immediately broke through the ice, and his eyebrows and eyes were soft.

He understood that Meng Jianwan was the best at slapping and giving a sweet date, but the sweet date was just right in his heart. He could not resist the temptation and had no reason to refuse.

Song Yu pursed his lips and raised his chin slightly to signal the bouquet of pink and white roses on the table: "Who gave that bouquet?"

Meng Jianwan answered truthfully: "Fans."

Song Yu asked: "Male or female?"

Meng Jianwan: "Female."

Song Yu: "Oh."

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Xiao Ba: I’m coaxed so easily. Do I want to be face-saving?
Chapter completed!