Song Yu smiled without saying a word, threw down the remote control in his hand and approached her step by step.

Meng Jianwan took a step back and was forced to take another step back by him. He didn't stop until his calf pressed against the sofa behind. She turned around and glanced.

The sofa seems to be a place to commit crimes.

But the man in front of her was still approaching her, her face getting closer and closer to her, and her nose was almost touching the tip of her nose. She leaned back and fell on the sofa.

Song Yu held her hands on the backrest of the sofa and wrapped her in his arms. Finally, he couldn't help but smiled badly and reached out to bounce her forehead.

"What are you thinking?" He turned his head and looked at the blurred floor-to-ceiling glass and the locked door, and whispered, "I'm worried that those people are curious. In order to see the boss's wife's style, I probably snooped through the office."

Meng Jianwan raised his head and smiled at him without saying a smile: "What do you think I'm thinking? I'm not thinking about anything."

Song Yu raised his eyebrows and smiled with a tooth: "Is that so? Maybe I'm thinking too much."

Both of them were playing puzzles, and they didn't say anything clearly, but they understood what the other was saying.

Song Yu leaned over and kissed her on the lips, stood up, and pulled the tie: "I'm really a little busy, you can stay for a while." He turned around and walked towards the desk. There were already a stack of documents of different colors on it, and classified according to the priorities of the matter. "If you feel bored, there is something to drink in the refrigerator... Forget it, you'd better not drink it cold, eat two boxes of ice cream."

Meng Jianwan leaned on the sofa, like an old man, with his arms on the backrest and his eyes staring at the man behind the desk.

With his slender fingers, he held a pure black signature pen, lowered his head to read the documents, some of which were signed and some outlined, occasionally holding his glasses, looking serious and dedicated.

If I had known it would be so boring, Meng Jianwan would not have come here no matter how much he said.

The office is indeed spacious, with the floor-to-ceiling windows near the desk, and standing next to you can bring the distant scenery into your eyes.

The interior furnishings are not rigid, just like the living room, there are all kinds of equipment, such as refrigerators, wine cabinets, bookshelfs, display racks, and there is also a separate lounge inside.

Meng Jianwan stood up and swayed around, took a bottle of low-concentration fruit wine from the refrigerator, which smelled white peach. She pried open the bottle cap and fed her mouth twice, walked to the display rack, and looked at the collections in each grid one by one.

I don’t know if these vases are real or fake, and there are also pendulum clocks that look very old. She thought they were ornaments, but when she looked closely, they were always accurate.

Song Yu was looking at the meeting minutes in the afternoon. Xie Yong attended the meeting instead of him, but he could not make a decision on his behalf. After carefully reading the meeting minutes, he finalized the final plan. Just as he was about to look at Meng Jianwan, a clang came from his ears and a vase hit the ground and split into pieces.

Song Yu was so shocked that his eyebrows jumped and looked up.

Meng Jianwan slowly turned around, faced Song Yu, raised his hands high, and held a bottle of pink wine in one hand, with an innocent expression on his bright and charming face.

"Sorry, I want to pick it up and take a look, my hand slipped for a moment." She lowered her eyes and looked at the fragments on the ground, closed her eyes.

She couldn't help but see that the bottle was unique in shape, crystal clear, and over-colored, so she couldn't help but get started. Her hand was stained with water on the outer wall of the bottle, and she accidentally didn't hold it.

Song Yu got up and walked over, looked down at her exposed ankles, and pulled her out of the pile of fragments: "If you hit it, you will hit it. Why do you apologize? Didn't you scratch your leg?"

Meng Jianwan shook his head, his heartbeat was a little faster, and asked, "How much does this cost?"

Song Yu looked at the fragments on the ground, then looked at the space above the display shelf, and after determining which vase she had broken, she pursed her lips.

Meng Jianwan grabbed this subtle expression: "It's very expensive?"

Song Yu's face was calm: "It's okay, the car is not as expensive as yours."

"How much is that?"

"More than four million."

“…”

Meng Jianwan stopped talking and kept the wine bottle away from the display stand. She had told her this before, so she would be more conscious and would not touch her.

Now, I touched more than 4 million and it was gone. I heard a sound. She was frightened. Although it was not as expensive as the car, it was a considerable amount.

Song Yu opened the office door and called someone in the landline to clean up the debris on the ground.

While the person was not coming, he pulled Meng Jianwan to the chair behind the desk and sat down, facing her, and supported his hands on the armrests on both sides: "If you are sorry, you can compensate me at night."

“…”

Meng Jianwan wanted to splash the wine in his hand on his face.

The cleaning staff came over and said nothing. They lowered their heads and worked hard. They cleaned the debris on the ground, sucked them with a vacuum cleaner, and finally carefully repaired them again, confirming that there would be no fragments before leaving the office.

Meng Jianwan experienced the feeling of sitting on the boss's chair and moved away. He collapsed on the sofa and lay on the corpse, intending to wait for him to ask him to leave before getting up.

Song Yu seized the time to finish the work. He saw that the time had passed: "Are you hungry? Let's go for a meal?"

Meng Jianwan got up from the sofa and squinted his sleepy eyes to tidy up his clothes.

Song Yu buttoned the buttons on the front of the suit and went over to hold her hand.

As soon as he walked to the door, he suddenly paused, pressed the person against the frosted door panel, lowered his head to grab her lips, and said intermittently while kissing: "I always feel that if I don't do anything in such a good occasion, I will lose."

Meng Jianwan just woke up and couldn't hide in time. He was so chasing that his breath was disordered. He felt his lips slid down her jaw. She pushed her hard and pushed her away.

Song Yu staggered for a step before he stood firm. His eyes were deep, and there was no more emotion left inside.

"Why don't we go out later? There is a lounge inside." He didn't hide it, and said it straightforward and calmly.

Meng Jianwan refused to take on his slap: "I'm hungry."

Song Yu pinched the bridge of his nose and spread his hands: "Okay, let's go and have a meal." He could bear it when he was hungry, so he couldn't starve her belly.

Meng Jianwan wiped his mouth, sure that no one would dare to open the door and walk out before he could see something strange. I don’t know what kind of sexy Song Yufa has been doing recently, so he pressed her to kiss her anytime and anywhere, which was really a life-threatening death.

She walked in front, and Song Yu followed happily, putting one hand in her pocket.

When Meng Jianwan passed by the secretary's office, he glanced casually and saw that the men and women in suits were sitting on the post, all working hard, typing on the keyboard tirelessly, which was busier than the machines in large factories.

She raised her wrist and looked at her wrist watch. It was already past how long it took to get off work.

"Don't they get off work?" Meng Jianwan asked casually.

Song Yu also realized that it was getting late, and the reason why these people did not leave was probably because the boss, he had not left yet, and they were embarrassed to leave early.

He usually gets off work on time and takes the unfinished work home to continue processing. It was an accident today, and it was a little late to delay in the afternoon.

Song Yu stood at the door of the secretary's office and cleared his throat.

A group of people inside raised their heads and looked at the door, shouting Mr. Song one after another, mixed with a few words to greet Meng Jianwan.

Song Yu looked at Zhang Xinyou and raised his chin slightly: "We have worked hard during this period. Xiao Zhang takes everyone to a dinner party and keep the fees in my account."

Zhang Xinyou responded, and saw Song Yu holding Meng Jianwan and turning to the elevator, he shouted again, Mrs. Song and Mrs. Song walked slowly.

When the two entered the elevator, the secretary cheered. Both of them sighed that Meng Jianwan was more respectful. They had never had a dinner for 180 years, so when she came, President Song was generous in treating her.

——

The driver was driving in the driver's seat, looked at the rearview mirror, and asked Song Yu where he was going. He tinkered with his phone and reported the name of a restaurant.

Meng Jianwan looked down at his phone, and his hand was suddenly held by someone. She turned her head to look at him, signaling him to say something if he had something to do, and don't touch him.

Song Yu approached her and his voice was low and unpleasant: "Can you not sleep in the study tonight?"

Meng Jianwan: "You think beautifully."

“…”

How could he not think beautiful?

Having a delicious dinner at an Italian restaurant with a romantic atmosphere, the driver drove the two home. Song Yu had a stomachache for a long time, and today he made an exception for having dinner with Meng Jianwan. After drinking half a glass of red wine, he was a little fluttering and smiling when he didn't speak.

When Liang Yuanyuan saw him, she thought he had been possessed by evil spirits and asked Meng Jianwan: "What's wrong with my brother?"

Meng Jianwan shrugged: "I haven't drunk for too long, so I'm excited after tasting a little tonight."

Song Yu restrained his smile and pulled her upstairs. Meng Jianwan frowned and stood still: "What are you doing? I'll watch TV for a while."

Liang Rushui was also there in the living room. Meng Jianwan's voice was deliberately lowered, but Song Yu seemed a little impatient: "When did you like watching TV? Go upstairs, I have something to tell you."

Meng Jianwan was almost dragged upstairs by him.

Liang Yuanyuan twisted her body and looked at the backs of the two, shook her head, leaning against Liang Rushui to watch TV: "They have a really good relationship."

Liang Rushui smiled, and his eyes shifted from the TV to her face: "Do you want to fall in love?"

"Well, it's okay."

"At first glance, you've got someone you like."

Liang Yuanyuan did not admit it or deny it, pretending to be fine and buckle her nails. Tomorrow is Saturday, and Su Can's program will be broadcast. I hope he will become a hit.

——

Meng Jianwan was pulled into the room by Song Yu, and before the light was turned on, someone was pressed against the door panel.

Come again!

This is the time she was forced by him today, either to the wall or to the sofa or to the door panel. The door panel alone has come twice!

"Is this what you said and tell me?" Meng Jianwan narrowed his eyes in the darkness, with anger in his tone.

Song Yu: "I hurried back to the company to handle the work in the afternoon, and I didn't have time to tell you some things. Now I finally have time."

"Hmm? What's the matter?"

"I'm crazy."

“…”

Meng Jianwan slapped him on the chest. Through his clothes, he couldn't feel the pain. Instead, he laughed: "It's not what you meant. I'm so happy. I've been holding it in my hands, from the club to the present."

Meng Jianwan probably knew what he was going to say, so he turned his head and wanted to leave, but he was firmly grasped by him: "I was so happy when I heard you say those words, really, very happy. Although you don't admit it, I know that you are just jealous, you care about me, so you are jealous."

Her jealous look was something he had never seen before. When he recalled it, every detail made him tremble.

"Meng Jianwan, you love me." Song Yu said with a firm tone.

Meng Jianwan was stunned.

She seemed to have something wrong with her ears, thinking that she was hearing his confession, but her mind slowly told her that what he said was not "I love you", but "You love me".

Meng Jianwan loved Song Yu, which means.

"I won't..."

Before he could say it, he kissed her again to block her from the wrong words.

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Song Yu: Thinking back to the past, I kissed him and slapped him in the face, and then look at him now, it is so wonderful (*^▽^*)
Chapter completed!