Song Yu made a fuss. When Meng Jianwan remembered the dough in the kitchen, it was already half an hour later. She hurriedly ran down from the top and jumped down to the last few steps.

Lin Chunhua took the pastry crumbs that fell on her body, frowned and said, "A man of this big age, why don't he know it's more steady at all, and he's like a monkey."

Cai Xixiang smiled: "It's better to be lively."

Meng Jianwan rushed to the kitchen to check the dough in the basin. Aunt Du had already taken it out and rolled it into a pancake. When she saw her coming, she smiled helplessly: "I saw that your phone had set the alarm and thought you wouldn't forget it. I sat in the living room and chatted with them. I was too fucked and could only make pancakes."

Meng Jianwan raised his eyes guiltily: "I didn't bring my phone upstairs."

"It's okay." Aunt Du's hand movements didn't stop rolling the dough, "Learn to learn tomorrow. I won't finish making too much pasta, so it's not good to waste it."

Meng Jianwan shrugged his shoulders. There was no choice but to fight again tomorrow. It was all because of Song Yu. He insisted on pulling her and saying something was wrong, which made her forget the serious business.

Meng Jianwan didn't take it seriously, thinking that he would be able to learn it if there were still a few days left.

The next morning, Song Yu went to the company early in the morning. There were many things to do at the end of the year, and it was common for continuous overtime work. Liang Rushui was worried that his health had just recovered and could not bear it, so he asked Aunt Du to stew a nourishing soup.

Aunt Du put the soup into the insulation bucket and called Meng Jianwan. She came from the living room, and the house was full of heating. She wore a thin black tight sweater, which made her look delicate and stylish, her chest bulging, and her waist was particularly slender. She had high-waisted jeans, and her body proportions were impeccably perfect.

Aunt Du wiped the water droplets from the outer wall of the insulation bucket and said, "The driver at home sent the teacher to the place where he got a party with his friends. Can you give Song Yu a soup? The weather is not good, so I guess it's hard to take a taxi when going out."

Meng Jianwan lowered his eyes and glanced at the silver-gray insulation bucket in her hand. A few days ago, she saw Aunt Du make a car at home to deliver soup to Song Yu and nourish his body.

"Okay, give it to me." She carried the handle of the insulation bucket.

Aunt Du knew that she would not refuse and smiled kindly: "Then you pay attention to safety on the road and drive slowly."

Meng Jianwan nodded, walked to the living room with the insulation bucket, placed it on the wooden cabinet, took off the down jacket cover on the clothes rack, took the car keys and insulation bucket and left home.

After Aunt Du finished tidying up the kitchen, she came out of it and saw that Meng Jianwan was no longer in the living room. She smiled slightly and always felt that since Song Yu was injured, the young lady at home had become much warmer and softer. She used to be heartbroken, but she was not very obvious.

Meng Jianwan held the steering wheel in his hand, looked at the insulation bucket on the passenger seat, and drove quickly on the accelerator. Even in the gloomy weather and low visibility environment, she still drove steadily and quickly.

The sports car parked at the door of the headquarters building of Shifeng Group in less than half an hour.

After coming here twice, Meng Jianwan was familiar with this place. He carried the insulation bucket in and no one stopped him. He took the exclusive elevator to the top floor.

She came out of the elevator and happened to meet two female secretaries from the secretary's office walking out. They saw Meng Jianwan pausing and greeted with a smile: "Madam Song."

Meng Jianwan nodded slightly and asked, "Is Song Yu here?"

"We just finished the meeting, and Mr. Song should be in the office now." said one of the female secretary.

Meng Jianwan said "Oh". The two female secretary waited for her to walk away a little before retracting her gaze, turned around and walked into the secretary's office, and put his heads together and communicated in a low voice.

"It's not surprising that Song Yu was so vigorous and vigorous in chasing Meng Jianwan. Looking up close, she was so beautiful that she was so aggressive. My heart was pounding when I saw it."

"She didn't even wear makeup, her eyebrows were not tampered, her skin was white and tender, and she was indeed willful."

"The down jacket looks so good. I don't know what brand it is, I want to ask for the same style."

"She comes out later. Go and ask her. It looks pretty easy to talk to."

“…Don’t dare.”

Meng Jianwan naturally didn't know the gossip that the secretary was discussing. He walked to the door of the president's office and raised his hand to knock on the door. There was no movement inside. She frowned and knocked on the door a few more forcefully. If she hadn't been worried about someone else inside, she would have broken in directly.

After waiting for two or three seconds, a low magnetic male voice came from the door: "Come in."

Meng Jianwan pouted and blew his bangs, pushed open the door and walked in. He saw the man sitting behind the desk, leaning slightly. From her perspective, he could only see the cold and hard side face contour. He held the phone in his hand and was talking to the people over there. His eyes swept over casually. When he saw Meng Jianwan's moment, his expression obviously changed from indifference to softening. He lowered his voice and said, "Okay, I'll take some time to go there."

Meng Jianwan closed the door casually, pressed his back against the door panel, and looked at him with his head tilted: "Do you want to go out?"

"No." Song Yu loosened his tie, walked around from behind the desk, and walked towards her, with a deep look and a complicated emotion. "I will go on a business trip in two days to attend the ribbon-cutting ceremony of the new themed hotel."

Meng Jianwan roughly understood, nodded, and held the insulation bucket from his master to press on his chest: "Aunt Du asked me to give you a big tonic soup, so drink it while it's hot."

Song Yu lowered his eyes and looked at the familiar insulation bucket, pursed his lips and smiled, held the bottom of the insulation bucket with one hand, and held her hand with the other: "What soup?"

"have no idea."

Aunt Du had already packed it when she gave it to her, and she didn't know what soup she was stewing.

Song Yu sat down behind the desk, and a heat wafted out of the lid of the insulation bucket. With the aroma of stewed mushrooms in the chick, red dates and wolfberry were added.

Meng Jianwan was not surprised at all. Most of the chickens at home were fed to Song Yu's stomach.

Song Yu frowned: "Last time I told Aunt Du that I didn't need to stew soup for me anymore. I have recovered and I don't need to nourish my body or blood."

I drank chicken soup, pork feet soup every now and then. When will his abdominal muscle training be completed?

Meng Jianwan looked at him innocently: "Don't look at me, I don't know anything. I'm just a deliveryman who helps deliver soup. If you have any questions, you can find a merchant."

Song Yu burst into laughter, opened the drawer and took out a box of rectangular boxes from it, containing tableware. He took them to the bathroom in the lounge and washed them before coming back.

"I don't want to drink soup, but what you sent it differently." Song Yu raised his head and smiled at her, his eyes narrowed slightly, a little sexy.

Meng Jianwan turned his face to look at the sky outside the window. It was gray, like a heavy haze, with a texture in a science fiction film, and dark clouds were over the city.

Song Yu picked up a small mushroom with chopsticks, closed his eyebrows and asked Meng Jianwan: "Is this mushroom poisonous?"

Since he was hospitalized for mushroom poisoning, he has stayed away from this food. Aunt Du may not know this. She did not add mushrooms in the previous few times, but Codonopsis pilosula, Cordyceps flowers and the like.

Meng Jianwan held his hand on the desk and looked at him with an expression that was hard to describe: "This is a mushroom, how could it be poisonous? Are you stupid?"

Song Yu: "I don't eat mushrooms."

Meng Jianwan: "Then stop eating, drink soup, and eat chicken nuggets."

“…”

Song Yu stopped talking, took a spoon and drank the soup bite by bit. When he remembered something, he suddenly asked, "Why are you here to deliver the soup to me today?"

Meng Jianwan glanced at him condescendingly: "The driver at home is not here, and Aunt Du is worried that it is difficult to take a taxi."

Song Yu nodded, drank half a bucket of soup, and ate a few pieces of chicken to treat it as afternoon tea. He covered the lid of the insulation bucket and wiped the corners of his mouth.

Meng Jianwan had just been looking at his phone. Yu Guang caught a glimpse of him getting up to wash tableware, turned his head, looked at the tidy desktop, then put away his phone, and said to Song Yu who came out of the lounge: "Have you eaten? I'll go back first."

Song Yu was slightly stunned: "Are you going back now?" Before I could wait a while? He would have eaten slower if he had known.

Meng Jianwan was also stunned and blinked at him: "What if it is? Will I stay and help you with the work?"

Song Yu was speechless.

Meng Jianwan walked to the sofa and picked up the down jacket. Before he could put it on his body, he was stopped by Song Yu who was walking over. He took her hand and walked a few steps to the side, leaning his back against the edge of the desk.

"What are you doing?" Meng Jianwan held the down jacket in his hand, swept the white hem to the ground, lifted it up, suffused her eyelashes, signaling him to say as soon as he had something to say.

Song Yu's eyes moved downward and landed on her overly slender waist. He couldn't help but pinch it: "What else can I do? Of course I want to stay with you for a while."

Meng Jianwan curled his lips and found that he always said love words, but it was nothing but the kind of brain that he had to tease a few words when he took the opportunity.

Song Yu walked around her back, grabbed the person into his arms, lowered his eyes to her, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I heard from Aunt Du, are you learning how to make longevity noodles from her? How are you learning?"

"How are you?" Meng Jianwan's face was calm. He learned how to knead noodles. He almost finished rolling noodles. He hadn't learned to cook noodles yet.

Song Yu's smile spread out and he comforted him: "If you can't learn well, you don't have to eat longevity noodles, just let's just say it."

Meng Jianwan remained silent, staring at him, and clearly said, "Do you look down on me?"

After a long time, Song Yu's hands never stopped, kneading her waist, turning his head and looking outside, then pressing down on her back.

Meng Jianwan was forced to lean over, and her face was very close to him. She pursed her lips, and a touch of difficult-to-distinguished emotion flashed in her eyes, and her words were very light: "Let go, I'm leaving."

Song Yu kissed her on her chin: "I didn't agree to me last night."

Meng Jianwan guessed that he was going to say this, and he tickled softly: "You only think about this?"

Song Yu: "No."

Meng Jianwan raised his eyebrows, clearly not believing his words. No, why did she feel that she would hear his various words of pleasure from time to time?

Song Yu moved his lips upwards and kissed her lips. Before he could go deeper, she blocked it with her hands. She lowered her eyes, and her long eyelashes were a little shadow, and her voice was a little lower than before: "Do you still want to work?"

Song Yu sighed and she would change the subject.

Meng Jianwan walked around his back, took down the hand on his back, stepped back from his arms, put on the down jacket hanging on his arms, and zipped up the insulation bucket on the table, with a calm and calm expression, not affected by the charm just now: "I'm leaving, you're concentrating on your work."

Song Yu looked at her steadily, with his hands behind him supporting the edge of the table, and his lips were pursed.

Meng Jianwan took a few steps and looked at him. He was still in the same position, and he didn't change any more. When she saw him, the corner of his mouth curled: "Be careful on the road."

Meng Jianwan leaned against the door and put his hand on the door handle. He felt that his eyes were like two small hooks, hooking the corner of her clothes, making it difficult for her to move a step.

She paused for two seconds, let go of the door handle, leaned against the door panel, and said lightly: "Come here."

Song Yu raised his eyebrows, not understanding what she meant, but he still got up and walked over, stopped in front of her, and looked at her face slightly: "What's wrong?"

Meng Jianwan pressed the door on the back of his head, raised his chin and kissed his mouth.

A knock sounded suddenly outside the door. Behind Meng Jianwan, there was a layer of glass, which was extremely clear. Her eyelashes flashed, and before she could withdraw, the man grabbed the back of her neck and was forced to raise her head...

The knock on the door did not stop, and it seemed to be the background sound, covering up the ambiguous sound of lingering lips and tongues.

Song Yu frowned and was a little irritable. He didn't have to think about it and knew that the person outside was Xiao Zhang's assistant. He didn't know how to be tactful, and the knocking sounded like a death-hunting sound.

He finally stopped, Meng Jianwan lowered his head and adjusted his breathing silently.

The knocking sound in my ear finally stopped, but the next second, a familiar male voice sounded, a little anxious: "Mr. Song, here is an expedited document that requires you to sign."

Song Yu: "..."

Meng Jianwan pursed his lips, recovered slightly, poked his chest, and asked him to retreat a little. She said in a low voice: "I'm really leaving."
To be continued...