Sheng Yin never expected that her thoughts would be exposed to the sun and be spoken out blatantly by a person who was completely strange to her, and her heart was in a mess.

"I really don't know what you're talking about. Please don't affect my work."

Sheng Yin tried hard to remain calm, bent down and picked up the cardboard box on the ground, stopped looking at Meng Weixia, and walked around her towards the basketball hall.

The sound of high heels came from behind, following her from a distance, as if stepping on her heart. She bit her lip tightly, trying to ignore it but couldn't do it.

There was no one else in the corridor. Meng Weixia followed her and said lightly: "If you don't know what I'm talking about, you won't be so scared that you can't even hold the things, and you won't run away like you are now."

Sheng Yin made up her mind no matter how she stimulated her, she would not speak again.

Meng Weixia: "You are immersed in your own world. I'm afraid you don't know how strange your behaviors are from the perspective of bystanders? There are so many men playing on the court, and you are only staring at Song Yu. At first I didn't notice it. Later, he walked towards the rest area. You were so attentive that you were like something. His wife didn't say anything, so you just came up to deliver water."

Sheng Yin paused.

She didn't know who this woman was, nor why she was targeting herself, but she was really forced to hide it.

Sheng Yin closed her eyes and still denied: "That's just my job."

"Is that true?" Meng Weixia applauded, and stopped smiling, "You usually deceive yourself?"

Sheng Yin didn't say anything, Meng Weixia looked around her, lowered her eyes and flicked her fingers: "I don't know if you have found out, you and Meng Jianwan's height and figure are quite similar. Song Yu fell in love with Meng Jianwan at the beginning and was just for her face. "She paused, she leaned close to Sheng Yin and whispered in her ear, "I'll tell you a secret. Meng Jianwan's eyes can't rub sand. If you really do with Song Yu, she will definitely divorce, and you are not without the chance to be Mrs. Song."

After saying that, Meng Weixia didn't care about the little girl's expression, stepped forward with her head high and raised her head, and returned to the basketball hall first.

Meng Jianwan sat in the stands, still like an old man, leaning against the back of the chair and talking to the people around him, with a bright smile on his face.

Meng Weixia glanced at her and retreated her gaze, pinched her palm with her fingers hanging beside her, and walked in another direction, sitting next to Meng Qiaosen.

She didn't know whether the delicate and tender flower could hook Song Yu, but as long as it could make Meng Jianwan disgusted, she felt that her words were in vain.

Song Yu came to the club to play basketball every few days. Meng Jianwan didn't always follow him. The girl was restless at first sight, so she might do something out of the ordinary.

Meng Weixia said that she and Meng Jianwan would never be able to live in peace in their lives. From the beginning of her arrival at the Meng family and snatching everything she had, they stood in an opposite position.

Originally, if Song Yu hadn't been able to not disturb each other, but now they can't even get along with whatever they say or do.

She just wanted to see Meng Jianwan's fall, see if she could still be as arrogant as before, and whether she could still smile as bright as she is now.

Shengyin was still standing in the corridor. In the midsummer, she was sweating coldly.

The woman's words echoed in her mind over and over again. She wanted to drive out those strange sounds, but she could not do it.

Meng Jianwan couldn't rub the sand in his eyes. If you really did with Song Yu, she would definitely divorce...

She will definitely get divorced.

There will definitely be a divorce.

Sheng Yin shook her head and speeded up her pace toward the basketball hall. She felt sweaty in her palms, wet and sticky. She moved her hand and stuck to the cold place of the cardboard box.

She walked into the basketball court and saw the woman who had just talked to her in the stands on the other side.

I don’t know if it was a coincidence, but the other party happened to see him, raised his eyebrows at her, raised his lips and smiled.

Sheng Yin quickly lowered her head to hide her eyes.

In fact, she knew very well that these concealments were redundant. The woman had all gone to her and said that, and she must have seen through her thoughts.

She didn't understand why that woman said that.

"Hey, your name is Shengyin? Please give me a bottle of water."

On the stand on the left, a man lay on the railing and stretched out his hand.

Sheng Yin hurriedly tore open the tape of the cardboard box, pulled out a bottle of mineral water from it and handed it over, looking at Meng Jianwan unconsciously.

She had been chatting with others, and she didn't care about Song Yu, and even talked to him, feeling like Song Yu was unilaterally good to her.

When the man lying on the railing retreated, Meng Jianwan kicked the tip of his shoe and raised his chin: "Please help me get a bottle."

She just wanted to drink Coke, but was taken away by Song Yu. Later, he handed over a bottle of mineral water. She took a few sips and was taken by Song Yu. After saying for a long time, she was dry and dry.

The man handed the water in his hand to Meng Jianwan, turned to Shengyin and asked for another bottle.

After the halftime break, the court became lively again. Song Yu was so popular in the first half and returned to normal in the second half, scoring an occasional goal.

The scores of the two teams are getting closer and closer, and Zhou Muyun's team is almost tied.

Zhao Yichen wanted to enjoy the feeling of winning once, but he was rarely complaining about being tired. He tried hard to pass the ball to Song Yu. Before, he was tired and replaced by someone else's substitute.

"I...Damn, Song Yu, look at your left, someone stops the ball!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the ball he got was intercepted.

Zhao Yichen followed and sweared again, jumping up and down like a shrimp: "What are you doing? Your wife is watching from the side."

Song Yu wiped the sweat from his face and took the initiative to take the blame: "Sorry, I didn't pay attention."

Zhao Yichen: “…”

What else can he say, he can only continue to struggle, lamenting that it is really difficult for him.

Meng Jianwan stopped chatting with others, focused on the court, paused with the movement of shaking the folding fan in his hand, listening to the cheering sounds of the whole field. Finally, after Zhou Muyun scored another goal, the scores of both teams tied.

Next to him, Zhou Yingxue stood up and cheered: "Wow, my brother is so handsome!"

Meng Jianwan looked up at her, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes: "You just said that your starling brother is handsome."

Zhou Yingxue: "I don't care, everyone who scores goals is handsome!"

Meng Jianwan refused to comment.

There were a few young men who knew the ball sitting behind him, discussing the situation on the court without hesitation: "The last time Song Yu scored a goal, he had almost no opponents. After playing a few games, the third brother figured out his usual tricks. As the saying goes, knowing yourself and your enemy, you will win every battle. If Song Yu wants to win again, it will not be so easy. Let's watch, this game is interesting."

A young man next to him spoke: "Who said no? I didn't see that Song Yu is struggling to fight now. The old fox Zhou Laosan is amazing."

"Hey, those who bet on the bet last time were all pulled over and continued to bet. I'm a little tight recently, so I'm pointing to get some pocket money."

"Call Xiao Fifteen quickly and bet before the game is over."

Meng Jianwan listened to their Beijing accent, talking and laughing in a lazy tone, and felt happy. He knocked his palm with a folding fan, turned his head and asked them: "According to your usual rules, how much does a bet cost?"

The young men in the back row looked at Meng Jianwan and were all stunned.

Meng Jianwan poked the young master behind with a fan on the knee: "What are you talking about?"

"Mrs. Song, you must also place a bet when you hear what you mean?"

"Nonsense, you are allowed to make pocket money, but I am not allowed to make money?" Meng Jianwan looked at the young master with a look of "Do you look down on me?"

The handsome little guy smiled helplessly: "No, you are still short of money. You are having fun with me. Isn't my starling's financial power in your hands?"

Meng Jianwan did not waste his words and explained simply and roughly: "Is your brain not good? Do you think it's too much money?"

That's true.

The young men in the stands hit it off and opened the market to bet immediately. This was not the first time they did such a thing. They organized it very quickly. They wrote clearly how much bets each person bought and which pair of wins were written clearly.

At the end of the ranking of Little Fifteen, I had to call Meng Jianwan a sister-in-law. He grinned like a trick: "Sister-in-law, you can win by suppressing my starling? How many bets do you plan to make? With your deep relationship with husband and wife, you can't be less than us."

Meng Jianwan was in a contemplative state. Judging from her momentum, she had the urge to suppress Zhou Muyun, but suddenly she thought of Song Yu's temperament. If he knew about it, he would probably cry.

She glanced at the balance on WeChat, closed her eyes, bit her teeth, and said with a smile: "Of course I won by defeating Song Yu. That's all, let's put the balance on it."

As he said that, Meng Jianwan took the screen of his mobile phone to Xiao Shiwu and asked him to record it first.

A group of people came over to see and counted silently. Six digits were worthy of being Song Yu's wife, and she was a big deal when she took action!

Originally, everyone was just having fun and making fun. With Meng Jianwan's joining, everyone's mood immediately rose, and their expectations for this game rose to its peak.

"Sister is amazing. I really love my starling!"

"If my brother can't win this game, wouldn't he have to go home and kneel on the washboard?"

Meng Jianwan bent his legs, turned most of his body to the back, and frowned: "Where are so many nonsense coming from here? Hurry up, who hasn't placed a bet yet?"

However, Song Yu, who was distracted on the field, looked at Meng Jianwan, and saw a group of men surrounding her, his head leaning against her. He could only see Meng Jianwan's side face one-quarter, and his face turned green with anger.

Therefore, he missed another chance to pitch.

Zhao Yichen lay on the ground and beat him, reflecting that he was afraid he was not a poisonous milk, and that he would not be able to go with any team. It was a disaster.

The people who participated in the betting of football were registered and sat back to their original positions, waiting for the result of this basketball game.

Soon, everyone discovered that Zhou Muyun's team had overtaken six points. The next second, the members of his team scored another goal, three-pointer, and then overtook nine points, and the gap suddenly widened.

Meng Jianwan was chewing snacks, but seeing this, the corners of his mouth twitched.

She had a premonition that her money would be wasted.

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My sister loves money, and she definitely loves Xiaoba like this!!! And Xiaoba is still jealous!! I won’t play well for me!
Chapter completed!