Meng Jianwan was stunned. After three seconds, he turned his head and glared at Song Yu. If it weren't for his driving, she would have kicked him down.

"Can you die if you don't talk nonsense?" She put her elbow on the window ridge, and then stopped looking at him after a word, and focused on the scenery passing by outside the car window.

Song Yu's low laughter came from his ears. The car did not stop and drove forward unimpededly.

The restaurant where you eat is not far from the bar, and it is less than half an hour's drive.

At this time, the bar was already lively. The gorgeous light and shadow in the first floor lobby was mottled, and cocktails and various perfume flavors were mixed together, making this night full of psychedelic colors.

Meng Jianwan stepped in and several hello sounds sounded around him.

"Sister Meng is here."

"Sister came a little late today."

"Sister Meng wants to mix a bartender tonight? I didn't catch up last time. I heard them say that the wine you mix is ​​so delicious, and I want to try it too."

Meng Jianwan waved his hand to say hello, and smiled at the person who had just spoken and said, "I want to drink the wine I made, please hurry up next time."

Responding to her was a loud slight sound.

Meng Jianwan took out his cell phone from the pocket behind his pants and saw the people in the group saying that they were coming soon. She and Song Yu stood in the aisle of the hall waiting.

Zhong Cheng saw the man behind Meng Jianwan from afar, raised his eyebrows, pushed the crowd away and walked over to say hello: "Sister Meng is here, the private room is ready for you, and the drinks and platters are all brought over." After a pause, he smiled at Song Yu and stretched out his hand, "Mr. Song, long time no see."

Song Yu had come to the bar before and they had met.

Meng Jianwan looked at Song Yu, and he nodded with a smile, holding Zhong Cheng's hand: "Long time no see. Wanwan hasn't caused you trouble in the past two days."

Zhong Cheng was stunned for a moment, and the smile on his lips spread out: "Where is it, when she comes, our bar business has improved a lot, I should thank her."

Song Yu's eyelashes drooped slightly, and he met Meng Jianwan's gaze: "So amazing?"

The two big men exchanged a few greetings, and the large army behind us arrived.

Tao Ran handed the car key to Meng Jianwan and told her about the strange things she encountered on the road: "The boss's supercar is cool and cool, but it's too eye-catching and not easy to drive. I, a rustic guy, almost hit someone else's car."

Meng Jianwan's hand that received the key paused, raised her eyes in surprise, and looked her up and down: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Tao Ran said, "As soon as the BMW was driving in front, blocking the road and refused to leave, I honked the horn and urged me. Who knew that the person suddenly slowed down, but fortunately I reacted quickly, otherwise I would have rear-end."

Chu Meng stuck out her tongue: "The way of chatting with her is too low-level these days. I saw Xiao Ran driving a limited edition supercar, and I wanted to create an opportunity to get to know her. Unfortunately, the supercar is not Xiao Ran's."

"How is that BMW owner? Is it handsome?"

"It's a little greasy, it's incomparable to Mr. Song."

"Ah... if you use Mr. Song as a reference, can't even 80% of men compare with them?"

"Hahaha, it seems."

A group of girls were chatting and walking upstairs, laughing and laughing all the way. After entering the box, the chatting and laughter came to an abrupt end, replaced by surprises one after another.

Meng Jianwan fell behind and leaned against the door frame to look at the girl inside: "This is the most luxurious private room in the bar, I'll help you get over. Have fun tonight, don't be stressed. Oh, by the way, it seems that you can order songs inside, I won't do it, you can study it yourself."

"Ahhhhhhhh--"

"Boss, we love you so much!"

The private room has a huge space, which can accommodate several tables of banquets. The overall decoration is low-key and luxurious. The tone is retro dark gold. When the light shines, it is full of brilliance. Not only is there a chess and card table, but also a pool table. There is a screen hanging on the stage in front, which is the place to order songs.

Meng Jianwan looked at them having fun, lowered his head and smiled, found a casual position to sit down, and crossed his legs with his arms crossed.

Song Yu sat next to her, slightly tilted his head, his eyebrows and eyes were cold and reserved, and his every move was a bit lazy.

A few girls tinkered with it for a while, turned on the singing stand, patted the microphone, and handed it to their mouths to audition: "Hey, can you hear my voice?"

Echoes sounded in the empty box. After a moment, they turned off the headlights, and colorful spots of light projected on the ceiling, rotating regularly, exactly the same as the settings in KTV.

"Next, our new colleague Yuan Le will sing a song for everyone, and everyone will applaud warmly!"

Yuan Le was pushed to the stage and blinked at a loss. He was obviously not in his state. He responded more than a beat: "Ah? Singing? I don't sing well. What do you want to listen to?"

The sound of cheering sounds sounded from below. Meng Jianwan did not participate in them. He poured himself a glass of wine and leaned on the sofa and smiled.

Yuan Le was finally unable to stop her affection. With a helpless expression on her face, she picked up a simple song to everyone. Maybe she was really not good at it. She stumbled several times in the middle and couldn't sing it correctly.

However, everyone still expressed their greatest enthusiasm to their new colleagues, screaming and applauding.

The atmosphere came, and everyone turned on the lights again, gathered together in groups of three or three, singing, playing cards, playing chess, and some were listeners like Meng Jianwan.

Tao Ran walked to the table, took a piece of cantaloupe, and bit it down, it was cool, sweet and crispy. She looked at Meng Jianwan, who was playing with her phone with her head down and said, "Boss, are you just sitting there?"

Meng Jianwan raised his head and said, "Why don't you play cards with you?"

Tao Ran knew that she played cards well and did not dare to compete with her. She pointed to the stage, where two girls were singing, crying and howling, one was singing worse than the other, but she was still intoxicated: "Sing, give us a bright voice, I have never heard you sing."

Meng Jianwan put away his cell phone, took a sip of wine, supported his elbows on the sofa handrail, and his voice was lazily: "Have I not sang it to you?"

"When? Do I remember?" Tao Ran stayed for a few seconds, almost frightened by her.

Several other girls followed suit and asked Meng Jianwan to sing. Song Yu, who had originally had a dull expression, also cheered up and turned his head and whispered: "I haven't heard you sing."

To be precise, I must have never heard her sing seriously. Usually, she would hum a few words occasionally in a happy mood, but she couldn't hear the lyrics very clearly.

Tao Ran stuffed the cantaloupe into her mouth in a few bites, and bulged her cheeks and took the lead in cheering: "Mr. Song said so, boss, don't shirk it."

The others echoed: "Sing one! Sing one! Sing one!"

In addition, the people who were playing cards and billiards were also attracted by the noise here and looked over. It turned out that they wanted the boss to sing, and gave up the things in their hands and joined the ranks of cheering.

Meng Jianwan was so obsessed with these girls that he raised his hands and surrendered: "Okay, okay, stop making trouble, I sing, can't I sing?"

There were cheering sounds around, and some people were shaking the bells on the coffee table, making a ting-tone ring, and the whole room was so lively that it was about to overturn.

Meng Jianwan stood up, pinched the hem of clothes and pulled it down. Under everyone's gaze, there was a high stool on it. She sat down with her legs wide open, one leg straightened to the ground, one leg bent, and stepped on the crossbar under the high stool, with her posture casual and comfortable.

She held the microphone in her hand, hung between her legs, and turned her head to ask the person next to her to choose a song for her.

The song was quickly found, the prelude sounded, the entire box was quiet, and someone rushed to the door quickly, turned off the headlights again, and worked hard to create the atmosphere of the concert.

Song Yu sat on the sofa beside the door, his body tilted, and he supported his head and looked at the stage a few meters away. In the real and real light, he locked in Meng Jianwan's figure.

She was also careless when singing, and didn't read the lyrics much, nor did she look at other people. She lowered her eyes, had a clear pronunciation, and did not run away in a single tone. She finished singing a song at a super high level without emotion. It sounded a bit perfunctory, but she couldn't pick out any mistakes.

At the end of the song, she put her hand on her legs without a microphone, raised her eyes, and accidentally met Song Yu's eyes. She quickly shifted her gaze and smiled as if she was silent.

There was applause in the box, mixed with praise, as if someone was still screaming.

Meng Jianwan put down the microphone and stood up. He pressed his palm down like a leader's inspection, indicating that they could stop at the right time, so there was no need to exaggerate it, and then walked off the stage with his hands behind his back.

She sat back to her original position, picked up the unfinished wine on the coffee table and took a sip, moistening her throat.

I ate too much supper and couldn't even get angry when I sing, and it was far from reaching the usual singing level. They could praise it.

Meng Jianwan was thinking, and Song Yu's head came over: "I don't know, Wanwan, you sing so well."

Meng Jianwan: "...Are you serious?"

"Does I look like I'm lying?" Song Yu's eyes were innocent and his tone was innocent.

Meng Jianwan hummed twice and explained: "I'm so full of eating too much, and I don't sing well as I usually sing."

"Is that?" Song Yu said, "I think it's already very good. When will you sing it alone to me? Let me listen to it, is it better?"

Meng Jianwan glanced at him sideways, put his arm on the sofa, and drank wine sips: "You are talking about tongue twisters, it's not over."

Song Yu choked, looked at her, and retorted in a low voice: "Wanwan, I'm even wrong now? Tell me something."

"Do you say good-heartedly? You're bragging. It's not that your singing is good. I'm singing so blindly, why are you here to blow?"

"No, wait a moment-" Song Yu suddenly stopped thinking about an old thing. After a while, he rubbed his fingertips and smiled, "I heard right, you just said that I sing very well?"

“…”

Meng Jianwan had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, the next second, Song Yu turned up the old account: "I played the piano and sang for you in the bar last time, what else did you say..." He couldn't remember her long sentence at that time, and recalled it carefully, barely retelling it, "You said, the old man who had been paralyzed from the next door for ten years started playing the song I sang and danced a laser dance from the bed. Isn't this meant that my singing was unpleasant?"

Meng Jianwan didn't say a word, Song Yu shaved her nose and said word by word: "You are a liar, a liar who speaks right and wrong."

Meng Jianwan slapped his hand away, stood up rubbing his hands, threw the words "I'll go to the bathroom" and left the private room.

Before Song Yu could remind her that she had a bathroom in the private room, she saw her "escape in the panic" back. He touched his nose and laughed out loud.

Is she so angry that she is embarrassed?

Song Yu sat down for a few seconds and couldn't sit still. He got up and went out, put his hand in his pocket with one hand, walked to the bathroom at the end of the corridor, and washed his hands beside the public sink.

Meng Jianwan came out from inside and saw the man leaning against the wall, tilting his head to look at her. The orange light above his head turned down, his hair flashed with warm golden color, and his eyebrows and eyes were gentle.

She cursed and was sick and actually chased her to the toilet.

She turned her gaze back, opened the faucet to wash her hands, and turned her back to Song Yu, but he clearly saw her expression of pursing her lips and staring from the big mirror in front.

Song Yu surrendered and walked over to apologize: "Wife, I was wrong, I shouldn't have exposed you..."

Before he could finish his words, Meng Jianwan threw his hand covered with water. Song Yu couldn't dodge and his front and chin were splashed.

Meng Jianwan, the culprit, shook his hair and left.

The whole corridor was quiet. Before she could reach the box, her hand was pulled by the person behind her. Turning back, what caught her eye was the white jaw with water droplets, her sexy sensuality.

"I just came back from abroad today. Are you going to quarrel with me without saying a few words to me?" Song Yu pressed against her, and her back was forced to hit the wall beside her.
To be continued...