Meng Jianwan certainly knew that Song Yu did it on purpose.

He didn't lack these two clothes at all. When he bought them, he was so disgusted. His eyes looked at the clothes like a rag. Although he was very happy later, it didn't mean anything.

What's more, now that I'm back in the imperial capital, Song Yu has endless luxury brands to wear, so how could he care about these?

Meng Jianwan replied perfunctorily: "I threw it away."

Song Yu was anxious and thought sending a text message was too cumbersome, so he called him.

Mei Sixiu was still in the room, and Meng Jianwan decisively refused to accept it. Song Yu had no choice but to send a text message: "That's my clothes, how could you throw them away without my permission?"

Meng Jianwan was not guilty at all: "I thought you didn't want it."

Song Yu: "If I don't want it, I won't put it in your suitcase, but I will throw it away before I leave!!!"

Meng Jianwan: "You lack clothes to wear?"

Song Yu: "That's different. You bought the clothes for me, and the meaning is different!!!"

Meng Jianwan did not reply, threw his phone on the sofa, pulled out a bag of potato chips from the snack cabinet, tore open the packaging, picked up a piece and put it into his mouth, chewing it crunched.

Meng Jianwan didn't come back for many days. Mei Sixiu was standing by the bed to change the sheets and quilt covers for her. She was pink and tender candy color, and she was in a good mood.

"Wanwan, it's almost time for dinner. Don't eat too much snacks." Mei Sixiu stared at the potato chips in her hand and said softly.

"knew."

Speaking of this, Meng Jianwan didn't stop his movement of stuffing potato chips into his mouth. After a while, he emptied half of his bag and his phone rang again.

She glanced at her annoyedly, pulled a tissue to wipe the seasoning powder on her fingertips, reached her phone with her fingers, and pressed the screen to light up. Sure enough, it was another message from Song Yu.

Song Yu: "I don't care. If you throw away my clothes, you buy me another set."

Meng Jianwan smiled angrily. Where did he say such words? He immediately threw down the potato chips and typed: "??? Friend, wake up, you haven't paid back the money you owe me yet."

Song Yu hasn't responded for a long time, and I don't know if it's because of a loss or something.

Meng Jianwan crossed his legs and continued to eat potato chips.

On the other hand, Song Yu had just arrived home, took a shower, changed into a home clothes, sat at the middle island counter in the kitchen and drank coffee, thought about his newly bought mobile phone for a long time, and then snapped his fingers.

"I forgot if you don't say it. You pull my WeChat out of the blacklist and I'll transfer the money to you."

I have to say that this is really a perfect excuse. He was worried about what to do to get Meng Jianwan to add his WeChat again. After all, it took a lot of effort to add her WeChat.

Meng Jianwan leaned his head against the back of the sofa, poured all the crushed powder under the potato chip bag into his mouth, chewed it, and felt that the last bite was particularly tasty.

One of her life creeds is to "not be unable to get along with money." After all, Song Yu owes her money to buy many bags of potato chips.

Thinking of this, Meng Jianwan sat upright, threw away the empty potato chip bag, picked up his phone, and without any hesitation, he pulled Song Yu out of the blacklist.

Song Yu was not sure if Meng Jianwan was told, so he tentatively sent a message: "Wanwanwanwan, I am Xiaoyu."

There was no red exclamation mark before the news, indicating that Meng Jianwan added him back. Song Yu seemed surprised and was slowing down half a beat before withdrawing the news.

However, Meng Jianwan had already seen it: "No need to emphasize, I know you are Xiaoyu."

“…”

Song Yu's face was embarrassing. He covered his forehead and autistic for a while. When he remembered that he had to transfer money to Meng Jianwan, he cheered up and pretended that what happened just now did not exist.

A moment later, Meng Jianwan received a transfer message, and Song Yu transferred 5,200 yuan to her.

Meng Jianwan blinked and made sure that he was not wrong: "What are you doing? The money for buying clothes and wearing glasses is not that much."

She roughly calculated and prepared to return the excess money.

Song Yu probably guessed that she would figure out the accounts, just like last time she transferred hundreds of thousands to his card at one time, and it was clear that they did not owe each other.

So, before she refunded the money, Song Yu blocked her way: "The remaining money is accommodation and food. I've been disturbing you for many days at your house. I'm sorry."

Meng Jianwan read this sentence back and forth, and was a little uncomfortable with his tone: "When did you become so polite? I see that you were quite thick-skinned when you called yourself 'Xiaoyu'."

Song Yu: "..."

Meng Jianwan is not a human being, he can always die of chatting.

Song Yu simply changed the topic: "I paid back the money, which means I bought the clothes myself. Now that you throw away my clothes, you can tell me what to do."

Meng Jianwan sneered. He really did everything to see her, and was too lazy to go around with him again: "I didn't throw it away, I'll give it to you one day when I feel better."

Song Yu smiled and said in a gentle tone: "Okay, I'll wait for you."

This means that they will meet again.

Liang Rushui sat in the living room and observed Song Yu for a long time. When she saw him frowning and curling her lips, she guessed that he was chatting with someone she liked, so she didn't bother him.

It was not until he put down his cell phone and took a sip of coffee that Liang Rushui said: "The day after tomorrow is Mrs. Meng's birthday. Do you want to accompany me to attend? If you don't have time, forget it. If you were not in the company some time ago, you should have been working a lot."

Song Yu was stunned, and then raised his eyebrows slightly: "If you have time, I will accompany you to participate."

——

I haven't visited the nail salon for a long time, and Meng Jianwan drove out the long-lost bright yellow supercar early the next morning.

However, before she left, Mei Sixiu specifically reminded: "It's grandma's birthday the day after tomorrow. Do you remember? Don't run around that day."

Meng Jianwan made a gesture to indicate that he knew.

There was an autumn rain two days ago in the imperial capital, and the temperature dropped several degrees. I rushed all the way and saw withered leaves on the roadside falling silently with the wind.

Meng Jianwan went to the store for a walk, but there was no change when she left. The clerks were carefully selected and well-trained. In the past, they could take care of them in an orderly manner without visiting them for ten days and half a month in college.

Tao Ran said: "I discovered a strange phenomenon. Boss, you have been away for so many days, and Mr. Song has never come to the store to find you. Did he give up? I was quite optimistic about him, but this perseverance is not good."

Meng Jianwan's mouth twitched, not knowing how to answer.

Could she say that the reason why Song Yu didn't come to the store was because he was with her some time ago?

It would be better not to say it, as it can easily cause misunderstandings. The village has already spread rumors, and even such things as her pregnancy cannot be reported. When she returns to the city, she doesn't want to have anything to do with Song Yu anymore.

Meng Jianwan said perfunctorily: "It's great."

She half-lying on the sofa, took out her mobile phone to play games, and suddenly noticed her bare nails. In order to play the role of a good granddaughter in front of her grandmother, she not only dyed her black hair back before returning to her hometown, but also removed her nail art.

Meng Jianwan sat up on the sofa. Today is a weekday. Now it is working hours. There are not many people in the store. She shook her fingers: "Do you have new pictures? Help me do manicures."

Tao Ran handed her the picture album and signaled her to turn to the last page: "Yes, it was designed by Mengmeng, I just don't know if you like this one."

The newly added pattern is a group of painted butterflies, with a dark blue tone, and the patterns on the wings are fine, very realistic, and the overall appearance is sexy and mysterious.

"It's not drawn with painted strokes, but with brushed outlines and then filled with painted glue. It's very beautiful." Tao Ran sat on the table and raised her chin, "How about it? Do you want to do this?"

Meng Jianwan closed the picture album and moved to one of the empty seats: "Do it."

Tao Ran made a "ok" gesture and quickly found the nail polish and painted glue needed from the shelf. She sat opposite her and helped her trim the shape of her nails as usual.

Meng Jianwan looked outside the nail salon from time to time, and always felt that something was missing. He couldn't remember why her mind became dull after returning to her hometown.

I wonder if Tao Ran heard her voice, and when she lowered her head to paint the background, she said, "I almost forgot to tell you, the pink sports car that Mr. Song gave you, didn't it rain heavily two days ago? I was afraid that it would be damaged, so I drove to the underground parking lot of the nearby shopping mall. If you want to drive, I will take you there, and the parking location may not be easy to find." Speaking of this, she paused, "It shouldn't be difficult to find, after all, the color is quite conspicuous."

Meng Jianwan suddenly realized that he felt that something was missing just now, but it turned out to be the pink supercar.

Thinking of this, she had a headache and didn't know what to do. She didn't accept it because she didn't accept it. She didn't have that much money to convert it into money.

Tao Ran raised her eyelashes and glanced at her: "Boss, why are you worried about? Just continue to give it to you. Young Master Song is not short of this little money."

Meng Jianwan: "What do you know?"

Tao Ran put her hand under the nail art lamp, and the lilac light shone on her nails for one minute. Tao Ran then took the time to look at her and said, "Hey, do you really don't like Mr. Song? I think you are quite compatible, a gentleman, and the other is hot. The collision of ice and fire will definitely bring out the spark of love!"

Meng Jianwan glanced at her, her eyes as if wrapped in the cold autumn wind.

"Boss, don't look at me like this, I'm afraid." Tao Ran covered her eyes and did not dare to look at her for too long, "I, am I wrong?"

"I'll correct your words-" Meng Jianwan looked at the solidification state of the nail polish on his nails. One minute was too long, but in fact thirty seconds was enough. She took out her hand and raised her eyebrows slightly, and was very satisfied with her color. "Song Yu has no connection with the word "gentleman". Don't be deceived by his appearance."

"Is that so? I have only seen him a few times and don't know much about it. I think he is just that kind of ascetic gentleman! It's a stunning beauty in the world! Being a boyfriend is definitely not a loss!"

Tao Ran pulled her hand, unscrewed a box of white glue, picked out a little with a pen, pulled out slender silk on her nails, and outlined the outline of the butterfly wings: "You can really think about it!"

Meng Jianwan didn't want to talk to her about Song Yu anymore, so he changed the topic and asked about his recent business conditions.

——

Mrs. Meng's birthday came in an instant. There was a large banquet hall at home, so she did not set the venue for the birthday party in the hotel. She only invited senior chefs from the hotel to make dishes and snacks.

In the evening, the sky was filled with fine raindrops, and the street lights were lit up early. The light was dim and hazy through the layers of rain. The autumn wind came to the face with a cool air. When guests came out of the luxury car, they held umbrellas and walked all the way to the banquet hall, laughing and laughing. The ladies in dresses wrapped their shawls tightly when they got off the car...

Meng Jianwan stood by the window, holding his arms with his hands, and looking downstairs through the glass window. It seemed that there were a lot more people coming than last year, which may be because the family's business was getting bigger.

"Wanwan, why haven't you changed your clothes yet?" Mei Sixiu's voice came from behind.

Meng Jianwan slowly turned around, leaned against the window glass, and yawned lazily.

This kind of weather is prone to sleep. She just wants to sleep on the sofa, but she doesn't want to wear a mask to cater to others. Meng Jianwan's eyelids drooped and fell on the sofa: "What kind of dress did you choose for me? It's so sissy."

Mei Sixiu was wearing a long champagne dress with a half-tied hair bun, and was decorated with gems of similar colors, looking very dignified and delicate.

The dress she prepared for Meng Jianwan was a goose yellow strapless long skirt. The upper body was close to the curve of the figure, and the hem was layered and irregularly cut, which looked disorganized, but in fact it had a messy beauty, with a light veil texture, making it look more elegant and light.

Mei Sixiu looked at the hanging dress and felt more satisfied: "I think it's very beautiful, what's the matter? Don't you like it?"

Meng Jianwan said "yes", his eyes closed, as if he was about to fall asleep.
To be continued...