The sun was slanting westward, and a large ray of rays shone in through the blue glass, and the red and purple light fell on the floor. There were some car parts piled up in the hall outside the rest room, which were empty and messy, and when shined by the gorgeous light, it looked like a bar with red and green lights.

Meng Jianwan did plan to find a place to have a drink later, but he was not with others.

She sent Mei Sixiu a message to return to the imperial capital tomorrow morning, put her phone in her pocket, and looked up at the man in front of her.

It turned out to be the No. 17 champion. The man was tall, his hair was cut very short, his full forehead was exposed, and he looked clean and handsome. He wore a black earring on his ears, which reflected a little bit of broken light, which looked a bit cool. He was wearing a thin black and white color-blocking sportswear. Even though the weather was hot, he pulled the zipper to the top to cover half of his chin. He probably thought it was more handsome to wear this way.

The man was in his pocket with one hand in his pocket, standing lazy, tilted his head slightly to look at her, and asked again: "Is that OK?"

A few days ago, he noticed that Meng Jianwan was too late in the promotion race. The only female racer was hard to attract attention. At that time, he thought she might have been here to join in the fun. Unexpectedly, he passed the hurdles and confronted him in the last game. He had never seen a woman with more personality than her.

She is heroic and calm on the field in the racing suit, with a strong aura that cannot be ignored. She wears ordinary clothes, with less heroic spirit and more tenderness as a girl. No matter which one is attractive.

For example, at this moment, her cold face had no expression on her face, and her eyes drooped slightly, as if she didn't take the other person seriously, but her eyes were naturally upturned, which inexplicably added to her charm, making people feel itchy.

On the 17th, she couldn't wait for her response, so she took her hand out of her pocket and had a cell phone in her palm, and adopted a roundabout policy: "If you don't eat with me, can you add a WeChat account?" Since you can't make an appointment with her, please leave the contact information first. Over time, maybe she will be taken down by him.

Meng Jianwan suddenly became distracted and thought that the last person who asked her for WeChat was Song Yu. Not only did she not give it to him, she also taught him a miserable lesson.

The picture flashed through her mind, so fast that she couldn't even react. When her thoughts turned around, she focused her eyes and saw Song Yu's face that deserved to be beaten here.

In an instant, Meng Jianwan thought he had read it wrong, so how could he say that Cao Cao would arrive?

Song Yu leaned against the floor-to-ceiling glass window, and he was in one hand in his pocket. Unlike the lazy ones at No. 17, he was wearing a straight suit, with a tie close to a shirt that was ironed with no wrinkles. There was also a dark golden tie clip on the side, and even his hair was written with nobleness.

Meng Jianwan was sure that it was Song Yu, so he looked up at the ceiling. This world is so fucking small.

She once again suspected that Song Yu was just a mouse or a tireless electric mouse, and he was speechless from the imperial capital to Zhuhai.

When Song met her, he found herself and walked over slowly. He was graceful and elegant, and his cold gold-framed glasses were softer: "Ah, what a coincidence."

He smiled with his eyebrows and said to Meng Jianwan, but his eyes looked at No. 17 beside him as if he was not ashamed of his hair. He quickly concluded that he was just a naughty green man with no hair.

On the 17th, he turned his head to look at him, his eyes filled with gaze. After a moment, he felt a sense of crisis in his heart, and the gaze in his eyes changed to vigilance: "What is this gentleman?"

Song Yu didn't look at him any longer, and glanced at Meng Jianwan casually. Unexpectedly, the dead girl looked like she was not in charge of her own affairs, as if she didn't know him. He pondered for a moment, and then she started to whine: "I'm here to ask for WeChat too. Brother, come first and then come, you can go back and queue up."

No. 17 pointed at his nose and said unbelievably: "It was clearly me who came first!"

Song Yu: "Aren't I standing in front of you?"

After reminding on the 17th, I realized that at some point, the man moved to the front of him, stood at the closest position to Meng Jianwan, blocking his vision tightly.

Meng Jianwan rolled his eyes, took out a candy from somewhere and threw it into his mouth, leaving without looking back, and still kindly gave a suggestion: "How about you two add WeChat to each other, it's quite a good match."

Song Yu and No. 17 looked at each other, but no one looked down on each other. Song Yu was still quick to react and followed Meng Jianwan's pace without saying a word.

Meng Jianwan felt that the dark clouds were covering the top, and his soul was still dissipating. He glanced at him slantedly: "Why are you here?"

"Can't I come to see you for a match?" Song Yu smiled, the sunset covered his face, the golden silk edges were particularly flickering, and the whole face was full of hazy feeling, a little charming.

Meng Jianwan didn't believe a word of his words. Except for Gou Sheng, no one knew that she came to Zhuhai to participate in the drift competition. Xu Zhan didn't know her movements. How could Song Yu know? Even Mei Sixiu hadn't seen her for a few days. She just sent a message to know that she was not in the imperial capital.

Meng Jianwan had no car and didn't want to take a shaky taxi, so he walked aimlessly along the road outside the stadium, not afraid of the sun. The golden sunset draped over her, and her pink hair was plated with golden light, which was particularly dazzling.

Song Yu did not sit in a spacious and comfortable luxury car, and also followed her around.

Meng Jianwan stopped, looked back at him, and raised his eyebrows, as if he couldn't understand what the person was thinking: "Isn't it just a tire that you have been till you, there's no need to hold it so hard, right?"

A gust of wind blew towards him, lifting up Song Yu's forehead, revealing his smooth forehead. He smiled so harmlessly that the gentle and scum temperament became even more obvious: "What if I say yes?"

As expected, Meng Jianwan gritted his teeth, diverted his sight, and landed in the big pit dug out on the roadside ahead. He probably wanted to build a building. She pointed to the pit and said to Song Yu: "Do you see there? If you mess with me again, the next second will be your cemetery."

Song Yu glanced at it and said that the pit was indeed big enough, and it would be no problem for dozens of people to lie down.

He had imagined the scene where Meng Jianwan kicked him down. Given his previous experiences, he believed that Meng Jianwan did what he said, so he laughed dryly and surrendered: "I'm joking with you, sister, can't you hear it? You are so useless."

Meng Jianwan cooperated very well and tilted his head and smiled at him.

Song Yu's heart trembled suddenly, as if every time she smiled at him, it would be fine. He had already formed a conditioned reflex and immediately tightened the strings in his body and adjusted them to a first-level alert state.

But how could he be Meng Jianwan's opponent? She caught her arm off guard. Song Yu thought she was really going to push him into a pit and buried it, so the empty hand tightly clamped her waist, thinking that he would pull her together even if she fell down.

Passersby passed by and saw a pair of outstanding men and women hugging each other. The picture was so pleasing to the eye, and their eyes changed from curiosity to envy.

Meng Jianwan didn't plan to push Song Yu down. She was just annoyed and wanted to scare him. Unexpectedly, his reaction was much faster this time, and he actually hugged her at the critical moment.

When did she be teased like this, she was furious and bent her legs upwards. Song Yu groaned and let go of his hand and squatted on the ground.

Why is it always him who is injured?

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Whether before or after marriage, Xiao Ba never won, never once!
Chapter completed!