The news that Song Wenyu returned to the East Wing for the night spread throughout the Song Mansion on the second day. When this wind blew to the West Wing, Song Li was drinking afternoon tea with Meng Yihan, chatting.

The mandarin duck hurriedly ran in and whispered a few words beside Song Li, and Song Li's face immediately darkened. Meng Yihan quietly took out a handkerchief to wipe the corners of his lips, and blew hot tea again, then asked slowly, "What's the matter?" Didn't you just get triumphant? ”

Song Li glanced at her and didn't speak. Just now, she was still chatting with Meng Yihan about the shortcomings of those parents, saying how the entire Song family and her eldest brother Song Wenyu didn't want to see the daughter of the businessman.

Meng Yihan felt even more strange when he saw that she was silent. She has a delicate mind, how could she not know that the most able thing to influence Song Li's mind at the moment is the every move of the person in the east wing. Looking at Song Li's appearance, it seems that something terrible has happened.

Meng Yihan came to accompany Song Li three or four times, originally because the drunkard did not mean to drink. Now that it seems that there has been another change, I am naturally more concerned.

Meng Yihan put down the tea bowl, rolled his eyes, and said in a retreating manner: "I said the wrong thing just now, which made you unhappy?" Don't blame me. ”

"Where's the blame for you?" As she expected, Song Li hurriedly accosted. Halfway through the sentence, he paused for a moment: "It's not you who upset me." ”

"That's?" Meng Yihan looked at her curiously.

Song Li couldn't hide her words, but she couldn't help but open the conversation after being looked at like this: "It's not the East Wing yet!" I don't know what kind of fox trick she used to let my brother spend the night in her room last night!"

Meng Yihan was stunned for a moment, he couldn't tell what it was like in his heart, and his face was as usual: "You are wrong again, Brother Song and the Shen family are husband and wife, so why can't they live in the same room." ”

Song Li bit her lip, looking a little depressed. Meng Yihan picked up the teacup on the table and held it in his hand, thought for a while, and suddenly asked again: "I heard that Lord Luo has been back to Beijing for many days, have you ever seen him?" ”

"Why did you mention him all of a sudden?" Suddenly, when someone mentioned the person he liked, even Song Li blushed: "A few days ago, he came to my house as a guest, and he met him once from afar. ”

Thinking of that passing by, he hadn't even seen the front, and Song Li couldn't help but feel a little lost.

Meng Yihan glanced at Song Li slyly, with a gentle smile on his face: "Then do you want me to mention it, or don't you want me to mention it?" ”

"You really are!" Song Li was so confused by Meng Yihan that she stomped her feet angrily.

Meng Yihan chuckled for a while, and decided not to tease him anymore: "If you really want to meet him, it's actually not impossible." It will be your birthday in a few days, Brother Song and Lord Luo are walking closely, the Song family handed over a post and invited him to come over for a small gathering, he will definitely come. ”

Song Li's eyes lit up after hearing this, and after a while, she was deflated: "So what, how can a woman in my boudoir meet him." ”

Meng Yihan took a sip of tea slowly and methodically: "Why not, it's your birthday banquet." Even if you have some willful demands that day, as long as you don't go too far, you should be satisfied. ”

Song Li listened to Meng Yihan's words and couldn't help but smile. She affectionately pulled Meng Yihan's sleeve, and her face was so excited that a flush appeared: "You still have a lot of ideas." ”

Meng Yihan hooked his red lips, put the teacup on the table, and slowly stood up: "It's not too early today, I'll go back first." ”

Song Li sent her to the gate until she saw her get into the carriage and then went back. As soon as Meng Yihan sat down in the carriage, there was no smile on his face, and he looked like he was still angry.

"Girl." Hongguo waited cautiously by his side: "Why did you suddenly mention the birthday of Little Miss Song Li?" ”

"She's in her prime. According to the unwritten rules in the inner city, the birthday banquet will naturally be more lively on this day. At that time, there will be an endless stream of guests in the Song Mansion, and there will be royal relatives and nobles, which is also expected. Meng Yihan lowered his eyes and said softly while sorting out his somewhat wrinkled clothes.

Hongguo frowned and listened, the more he listened, the more confused he became. Suddenly, Meng Yihan's words changed, and his voice was terrifyingly cold: "I heard that the women who are loved by the five princes are good at playing the pipa, and I guess if he goes to the birthday banquet of the Song Mansion that day, he will be very surprised." ”

After hearing the last sentence, Hongguo lowered his head in fear, and his hands hidden in his sleeves were cold.

Seeing that Hongguo was silent, Meng Yihan glanced at her and asked lightly, "What?" Scared? ”

"Slaves are dull. I don't know what to be afraid of. Hongguo said, burying her head lower.

Meng Yihan sneered, then closed his eyes and recuperated.