Meng Jianwan likes to play straight balls, and never speaks in a roundabout way, and says whatever he thinks. This is completely opposite to Meng Weixia. Meng Weixia always talks ten or eight corners, and there are words hidden in her words. Meng Jianwan doesn't listen to it every time, and he suspects that the sister's personality has inherited the old lady.

At this moment, Song Yu stood in front of Meng Jianwan, but was frightened by her intuition.

There were more than 20 people at the scene, all of whom were the opposite sex. A girl asked a man if he was chasing her, with her face not blushing and her heart was not beating, and she was still idle to play with a mineral water bottle. Not to mention whether he was chasing her was true or false, ordinary girls would be shy whenever they encountered such things. No matter how wild Meng Jianwan was, wouldn’t she feel embarrassed to be a girl?

As it turns out, she just doesn't understand how to write the word "shy".

Meng Jianwan sat on the computer desk, and the mineral water bottle was pinched and couldn't bulge. She put it aside and raised her chin to urge him: "Didn't you hear me? Or are you embarrassed to admit it? It doesn't matter, I won't laugh at you."

Song Yu: "..."

The entire third-floor e-sports area is quiet and dozens of pairs of eyes are looking at Song Yu in unison.

Others don’t know him, but Jiang Weinian met him in Meng Jianwan’s nail art shop. The scene of his nail art at that time was engraved in his mind like a brand, and he still remembers it freshly. It turns out that he was doing nail art for love, which is understandable.

Jiang Weinian felt that Mr. Song really loved Meng Jianwan deeply. Anyway, he would never dye his gaudy nail polish to please the girl he liked.

It took a long time before Song came back to his senses. Looking at Meng Jianwan's eyes, she seemed to be no longer obsessed with getting the answer. She took the mineral water bottle, unscrewed the bottle cap, tilted her neck slightly, took a sip, then took out her cell phone from her waist bag, lowered her head and turned on the screen.

The e-sports player also saw that Meng Jianwan was boring to Song Yu, seized this space and quietly reached out his phone. Song Yu glanced at it and found that the interface was a WeChat QR code.

Song Yu paused. Isn’t this boy clear about what’s going on now? He is actually thinking about adding friends. Does he want to go to the lineup?

A stream of passion surged into his forehead. Song Yu felt hot and didn't care about anything. He nodded and admitted: "Ah, I'm just chasing you, what's wrong?"

Meng Jianwan was stunned.

At first she heard rumors that it was a gossiper who was talking nonsense, but now she received a positive answer from the parties involved. She was really surprised, but she didn't expect it to be true.

Song Yu was afraid that she would be fooled by her, so she forgot that the relationship between them was a stunning face to Maimang.

Meng Jianwan said "Oh" and didn't care. Anyway, he was not the first person to pursue her.

The e-sports player's phone was still hanging in front of him. Meng Jianwan opened WeChat and scanned his QR code to add friends. Seeing this, Song Yu didn't raise it in one breath, and his expression immediately became cold. If his eyes could turn into sharp arrows, then Meng Jianwan's phone screen would be shot out of a hole.

"You have no indication?" Song Yu asked.

The e-sports player's WeChat nickname is "pao", no wonder his teammates all call him "Brother Pao". Meng Jianwan changed his note to him, and the e-sports player successfully checked in with her WeChat friend address book.

She rarely adds strange friends. She went to Zhuhai before to compete, but she didn't agree to the champion brother adding her on WeChat, mainly because there was no need to communicate. This e-sports player is different. In the future, he can often make an appointment to play games together, and compete with professional players to compete with Wei Canyang, and Jiang Weinian and others to form a team.

Meng Jianwan put his phone back into his waist bag and put his hands on the table. It seemed that he was leaving.

Ignoring this thoroughly, Song Yu frowned and could hold the flies to death, but he still asked with the greatest patience: "You can't see me."

Meng Jianwan then turned his eyes on his face, and he was a little funny: "What do you want me to have? Let you stand here and don't move, I'll buy you two kilograms of oranges?"

The traces of Song Yu's eyebrows stretched out, looking confused: "What do you mean?" He is a person who is still paying in cash, of course he doesn't understand the Internet memes.

Jiang Weinian raised his hand and replied: "I have learned this text, which means Sister Meng is your father."

Song Yu: "..."

Meng Jianwan laughed, and his beautiful peach blossom eyes squeezed out of the upward curve, like a cunning fox. She raised her hand and put it on Song Yu's shoulder. He reflexed his body and sideways to avoid her hand. Meng Jianwan's hand was hanging in the air, a little embarrassed, and he unconsciously flicked his fingers twice: "Why are you so nervous? I won't remove your arm." She held back her laughter and pretended to be serious, "I want to encourage you, don't worry, chase slowly, you still have a dream, what if it comes true."

After saying that, she waved and signaled the little boys behind to follow up: "Go for midnight snack, I'll treat you."

Song Yu should have been angry when he was disappointed, but when he looked at the girl in front of him with slender waist and long legs, who was leading a group of younger brothers with a proud and proud attitude, he couldn't get upset. Are you angry?

Song Yu, you are indeed a problem. He said to himself.

After shaking the cell phone in his pocket for a long time, Song Yu had already felt it. He ignored it when he was busy talking to Meng Jianwan. When he saw the caller ID, he remembered it and forgot Zhao Yichen in the bar.

"I'm convinced you, and you didn't answer after making a few calls." Zhao Yichen's voice mixed with the messy music and voices in the bar, which was not real. "I didn't find you at the bar, where are you hiding to chase your sister?"

Isn't it just chasing my sister? Song Yu laughed softly and said, "Come back soon."

When he returned to the bar, several goblets were piled on the round glass table, all of which were cocktails ordered by Zhao Yichen. Several of the cups were empty, leaving only the decorated lemon slices and cherries pitifully stuck at the mouth of the cup.

Zhao Yichen unbuttoned the cufflinks of his shirt, leaned against the booth, and held a glass of dark blue cocktail in his hand. He looked at Song Yu with a smile: "Come on the truth."

Song Yu took a glass of wine and was worried that he would be as sweet as the previous one. He only took a sip and was so intense that he choked. He cleared his throat and said the truth: "I saw that Meng Jian was late, so I said a few words to her."

I don’t know if it’s considered a confession, but it just confirmed the rumors. He is now worried about whether he is incompetent, but he thinks it’s no big deal to say it out loud, and he is not really chasing her.

Zhao Yichen drank a few glasses of red wine in the private room, and while waiting for someone, he drank a few more cocktails. He was already a little impressed. He woke up most of the time and widened his eyes: "I said I couldn't guess wrong. You clearly are interested in her. Brother, I have to say, you really have the courage to provoke Meng Jianwan."

Song Yu did not argue with him. He drank half of a glass of wine. Zhao Yichen was still chattering. He even took out his mobile phone and flipped into his circle of friends. He originally wanted to find the photo posted by Song Yu last time, but he browsed a circle of friends that Meng Jianwan had just posted.

It's a photo, with barbecue on the rectangular wooden table, beer around the table, and the fragrance can be smelled through the screen, the point is that there is a man's hand entering the camera.

Zhao Yichen sighed long, his tone full of sympathy: "It's not enough for Meng Jianwan to do it. You still have a rival in love. Our Xiao Ba's first love is not as sweet as a cocktail."

“…”

Song Yu turned his head and saw the photo. His focus was completely off. He didn't care about the man's hands in the photo because he knew that Meng Jianwan had late-night snacks with the boys who played games.

"Why do you have Meng Jianwan's WeChat?" What he really cares about is this.

I don't have it, why do you have it?

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Zhao Yichen: You smell it yourself, is it sour? Is it sour? If you don’t like Meng Jianwan, I will chop off my head and give it to you as a ball.

Xiao Ba::)
Chapter completed!