Song Yu stared at the phone that was hung up, and almost immediately remembered that Meng Jianwan had participated in the competition in Zhuhai, and before he even left the stadium, he was chased by the champion for contact information.

Even if he was not on the scene this time, he could imagine how attractive Meng Jianwan's performance on the track was. He was beautiful, heroic, free and easy, and his driving skills were extraordinary, so it was too difficult to not pay attention to her.

The more Song Yu thought about it, the more he couldn't sit still, so he called Meng Jianwan again.

Meng Jianwan took it and was as patient as ever: "What's wrong with you?"

Song Yu took a few deep breaths, adjusted his mood, and tried to make his tone sound free of emotion: "Have you promised to have dinner with him?"

Meng Jianwan said for granted: "Why should I refuse if someone treats me?"

Song Yu choked: "Then I invited you to dinner before, why didn't you agree?"

"Maybe it's because-" Meng Jianwan closed the suitcase with a "bang" and pulled the zipper on the side, "It's different for treating guests."

Song Yu was almost vomiting blood by her and said fiercely: "Anyway, protect yourself and don't be taken advantage of by others. Also, wait for me, and I will teach you a lesson when you come back!"

He thought that the words were threatening, but he made Meng Jianwan laugh: "Tell me a lesson? I'll say this when you have the ability. Otherwise, you'll be fartful."

Song Yu: "..."

Maybe she was so angry that she was pissed to death by Meng Jianwan before she could catch up with her.

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Meng Jianwan was in a good mood. During the day, he visited the attractions around the hotel and went to the racing driver's party with Song Dongli. There were nine people coming in total, and only Meng Jianwan was one woman.

Everyone has competed on the track and has a rough understanding of each other's strength. There is no difference in treatment, but instead appreciates female racers more.

Meng Jianwan was not restrained either. He could talk to them about various topics, such as boxing, motorcycles, and drifting. Moreover, the club Gou Shengkai is the boxing club, and she has been there several times.

Song Dongli sat next to Meng Jianwan. When she heard that she was from the imperial capital, she casually said: "Next month, I will have a movie in the imperial capital. I'll find you to play it."

Song Dongli is an amateur racer like Meng Jianwan. For him, acting is his main business and racing is his hobby, which is different from those racers with professional teams.

Meng Jianwan said generously: "Okay, I'll be the host when I arrive at my territory."

Song Dongli smiled and her eyes looked particularly beautiful, as if there were spots of light inside. He picked up the wine glass at hand and sent it forward: "Then let's just say that."

Meng Jianwan leaned against the back of the chair, lifted up his eyelids and looked at him, smiled, leaned over and took his cup, and clinked with his wine glass: "A word is certain."

"Hey, Lao Song, what are you talking about to us, Rider Meng? Let's listen to it." Someone noticed that the two were whispering and started to cheer.

Song Dongli rolled her eyes, picked up a bottle of wine on the table and wanted to fill the man's wine: "You're talking too much!"

Meng Jianwan sat aside and watched them laugh and play, holding the cup in his hand and drinking wine. The phone rang in his pocket for a while before she heard it. She put the cup on the table and took out the phone sideways.

As expected, the person who called was Song Yu, who was idle again.

Meng Jianwan looked at the caller ID and it was indeed Song Yu. She said "tsk" and thought she could finally be more peaceful, but she didn't expect that he would make three calls a day today.

Song Dongli finished having sex with the group of people and sat back to her original position. She found Meng Jianwan staring at her phone in a daze. The ringtone was still ringing, but she did not answer the phone.

Song Dongli glanced casually and noticed that the caller ID on the screen was "Song Xiaoyu". His surname was Song like him, but he should be a girl.

"Why don't you answer the phone?" Song Dongli reminded him and asked again, "Your best friend is looking for you?"

Meng Jianwan came to his senses and heard his description, pursed his lips and smiled.

Song Yu said in the morning why she didn't give him a note, so she entered a name casually, but unexpectedly it would make people misunderstand that he was her best friend.

Meng Jianwan pressed the green switch button, got up and avoided the dining table, and walked to a slightly quiet place: "You're not finished? What's going to do with me this time?"

"It's nothing, I just want to confirm whether you have returned to the hotel." Song Yu listened with breath. Although Meng Jianwan was far away from the dining table, he could still hear the men's jokes and frowned, "It seems that he hasn't come back yet."

Meng Jianwan felt that he was too polite: "What am I going to do? What time is it now?"

As she said that, she looked at the clock hanging on the wall of the box. The hour hand just passed nine o'clock.

Song Yu was talking lies there with his eyes open: "It's not too late to be 9:30? It's past ten o'clock when he returned to the hotel."

"I'll correct it. It's past 9:00 and it's not until 9:30." Meng Jianwan said, "Your time is not synchronized with me?"

Song Yu admitted that he couldn't tell her: "Go back quickly, don't stay outside too late. I'll call you in half an hour."

Meng Jianwan leaned against the window and looked out at the different night view of the city outside through the window glass. He put away his joking thoughts and said seriously: "Song Yu, don't worry about me."

She hung up the phone, hugged her arms with both hands, and suddenly she lost the mood to drink.

Only children need to be disciplined like this. When she was still a child, only her father would urge her to go home over and over again.

Meng Jianwan held the phone, stroked his fingers through his long hair and slowly exhale.

Song Dongli came over at some point, holding a glass of wine in her hand: "Why don't you drink anymore? I see that you have a good alcohol tolerance, and you haven't blushed after a few glasses of wine." He shook his head and smiled, "I can't do it. As soon as I drink, I'll get my head, even if it's a sip of wine."

Meng Jianwan looked sideways and saw that his face was flushed, even his neck was red, like a cooked shrimp.

"I have to leave tomorrow's plane. Please tell them for me." Meng Jianwan said.

Song Dongli was stunned, glanced at the time, and put the wine glass aside: "Then I'll go back with you. We stayed in the same hotel, and it was just the way."

Meng Jianwan picked up the coat on the clothes hanger next to him and put it on his body. The meaning of rejection was obvious: "No need, you can continue playing with them."

The place where the dinner was not far from the hotel. Meng Jianwan didn't take a taxi and walked along the roadside. The evening breeze blew in front of her, her hair was messy and stuck on her face. She was too lazy to reach out and brush it away, and her hands were stuck in her pocket.

Passing by a supermarket, Meng Jianwan went in and bought an ice cream. After eating it in one bite, his mind instantly woke up and stood still.

She said all day long that Song Yu was sick, and the real person who was sick was herself. Why should she listen to Song Yu? She would go back when he asked her to go back to the hotel? She should have had a long talk with those buddies without getting drunk and not returning home all night...

Thinking of this, Meng Jianwan angrily chewed several mouthfuls of ice cream, and his mouth was numb.

As soon as she walked to the hotel door, she saw a familiar figure, as if she was unbelievable. She blinked her eyes a few times quickly, how could it be...

The man was wearing casual clothes, and the hem of the white shirt was naturally drooping, unlike before, and was always meticulously stuffed into his pants, paired with slightly loose dark blue jeans and a pair of sneakers on his feet.

He stood on the highest stairs with one hand in his pocket, and from time to time he lowered his eyes to look at his wristwatch, as if he was pinching time waiting for someone. The evening breeze blew his clothes up and down, and his eyes were not focal, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

How could someone who called her more than ten minutes ago appear here?

Song Yu was walking in place, and when he turned around, he saw Meng Jianwan. He was stunned for a moment and walked down the steps at the entrance of the hotel. He first saw the ice cream in her hand, and he seemed to be almost finished.

"You still eat ice cream on such a cold day?" Song Yu took the ice cream from her hand and lowered his eyes. He saw that only a small cone was left in the wrapping paper, and all the ice cream inside was eaten. "You are not afraid of catching a cold."

Meng Jianwan's mind was buzzing and he didn't say anything.

Song Yu raised his watch, counted the time he had finished the phone call and nodded with satisfaction: "It was much earlier than expected."

It took a long time for Meng Jianwan to find his own voice: "Why are you here? How did you know I am here? Why didn't you say it when you called just now?"

The question was bombarded like a cannon, and Song Yu didn't answer it for a while.

The night was hazy, and the lobby on the first floor of the hotel was brightly lit. It was shining through the glass, and the white lights enveloped the two. There were no pedestrians nearby, and it seemed that the only two of them were left in the world.

Song Yu slowed down and said, "Where am I not here? As for why I know you are here, don't you know that you have a position on the Moments you posted?"

Meng Jianwan thought about it and posted a Moments in the hotel during the day. It seemed that he had indeed accidentally positioned it: "I have blocked you, how could you see my Moments?"

Speaking of this, Song Yu was depressed. Her habit of blocking WeChat was not good at all.

"You blocked me, but you didn't block Zhao Yichen and the others. You'll know if you ask," Song Yu said truthfully.

Meng Jiannan said "ah".

She forgot that these people were wearing pairs of pants.

"Why didn't I tell you on the phone that I'm here? Of course, it's because I'm rushing to check the post to see if you've returned to the hotel as I said." Song Yu said this and rubbed her hair with a smile. "Given that you're doing well, I can give you a reward. What do you want?"

Meng Jianwan's hair was already messy by the wind, and he rubbed it even more messy.

"I want your life." She straightened her hair and walked past him into the hotel.

Song Yutibu followed her with a cynical attitude: "Okay, I'll give you my life."

Meng Jianwan pressed the elevator, and Song Yu stood beside her and waited with her.

There was no one at this moment, and the elevator arrived soon. Meng Jianwan walked in first and pressed the twelve floors. Song Yu still followed in slowly.

There were only two people in the narrow car. Meng Jianwan leaned against the inner wall of the elevator. Looking at the man two steps away from him, he did not follow the elevator's plan at all.

Song Yu could guess her inner doubts just by looking at her eyes: "I live on the same floor as you, the room next to you."

Meng Jianwan became even more confused. It would be fine if he knew which hotel she stayed in through her Moments. How could he know which room she lives in?

After waiting for a while, Song Yu did not take the initiative to explain clearly. Meng Jianwan couldn't help asking: "Are you investigating me?"

"No investigation is needed." Song Yu said, "I told the hotel front desk that you are my wife, and then I reported your name and ID number. The last time we returned to the imperial capital, we booked the ticket together, and I recited your ID number."

Meng Jianwan: “…”

When Song met her, she changed her face and quickly crossed her hands to cover her face. Her mouth was covered by her sleeves, and her voice was muffled: "Don't slap the face."

Just then, the elevator "ding" sounded, and Song Yu accelerated his pace and walked out first. Meng Jianwan slowed down for two seconds and stepped out of the elevator, looking at the back of the person in front of him.

"Do you want to eat?" Song Yu turned around and pretended to accidentally pass the episode just now, "Why don't I order a meal and let's have a drink in the night view?"

After saying that, he seemed to remember something, frowned, shook his head and rejected it: "You are full of alcohol, and the wind can't blow away. You can imagine that you have drunk a lot."

The hotel corridor is always dark, with dirt-resistant dark brown carpets on the ground, thick, and you can get stuck when you step on your feet, without any sound when you walk.

Meng Jian walked forward three or two steps away and reached out to grab Song Yu's collar. Song Yu was not prepared for a moment, and she pushed him hard. Her back hit the wall behind him, making a muffled groan.

Song Yu did not struggle, lowered his eyes, and was like an arrested prisoner, and honestly allowed to be executed. He tilted his head slightly, knowing that he could not escape the disaster: "Go to fight."

The light shone from the oblique side above his head. Song Yu looked sideways, half of his face being under the light, and half of his face being in the dimness. The irregular golden silk frame casts a few invisible shadows on his face. The lines of the Adam's apple are sharp. They roll gently under Meng Jianwan's sight, making him feel inexplicably sexy.

Who says men are more likely to be tempted by beauty? Women are also unable to resist beauty.

Meng Jianwan pulled Song Yu's collar and pulled him down.

Song Yu was forced to lower his head, his hair swept across his forehead, and his long eyelashes drooped. Before she could see the expression of the person in front of her, she kissed him arrogantly like a archer.

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Chapter completed!