The car door closed, and the cello's final notes played out. Meng Tang didn't expect it, and he and Wei Chuan stared at each other.
A door blocks out the cold wind and crowds, making the carriage eerily quiet.
Meng Tang's eyes trembled in surprise: "You..."
"Xiaochuan, are you leaving?" Uncle Yan glanced secretly in the rearview mirror.
“Why did you pull me into the car?” Meng Tang lowered his voice in a panic and glanced at Uncle Yan from the corner of his eye.
Wei Chuan automatically ignored her question, glanced at her bulging backpack, and became angry:
"You trust that Li Hanjin so much, you two haven't seen each other for four years, how dare you go to the hotel with him?"
"When the time comes, we'll be chatting and the wine is in your throat, can you still remember your last name?"
Meng Tang felt that he was unreasonable: "...When did I go to the hotel with him? I went to see Su Mian. I booked the room myself."
Wei Chuan said anxiously: "It doesn't matter if you booked the room yourself. Believe it or not, if it's me, as long as I let the people in the hotel know that we are together, I have a hundred ways to get into your room."
"What are you doing in my room?" Meng Tang stared at him, "Open the door quickly, I want to get out of the car."
Wei Chuan: "It's not that I want to enter your room. I'm assuming that if the man who is traveling with you tonight has a wrong idea, you will be in danger. Are you stupid?"
Meng Tang was stunned for a moment: "You mean Li Hanjin?"
Weichuan snorted.
"No, he wouldn't be so mean." Meng Tang felt that he was too cautious and felt that his guess was ridiculous, "I have known him for more than ten years."
The Li family is two streets away from hers. She knew there was a bully on the street when she was a child, but Li Hanjin never bullied her.
"It won't be useful for decades." Wei Chuan said domineeringly.
Otherwise, the old man would not have called him in a roundabout way.
According to his analysis, the old man was guarding against Li Hanjin.
He has the authorization from the old man, so this matter will be settled.
"Are you my father or my mother?" Meng Tang stopped caring about the driver in front, "How lenient are you?"
She also spoke softly when arguing with others, causing Uncle Yan to look in the rearview mirror several times, wondering if this was the tone of an argument?
Wei Chuan said confidently: "Your grandpa called me, of course I have to take care of it. You can go if you want, I will see you off."
Grandpa?
Meng Tang obviously didn't believe it: "How come he has your number?"
Wei Chuan shook his head: "How do I know, why don't you call and ask?"
Meng Tang immediately dialed the old man.
Hing after a few rings, the other party answered "Hello".
"Grandpa, did you tell Wei Chuan my whereabouts?"
Haired out, the old man raised his voice guiltily: "What?"
Mengtang asked again, but the old man still insisted that he couldn't hear and cried that he was old.
Meng Tang: "..."
"What can't you hear?" Wei Chuan took Meng Tang's cell phone and answered it himself, "Old man, if you don't tell me——"
"Cough cough cough cough——"
A heartbreaking cough made Wei Chuan stop abruptly.
Wei Chuan's head moved and he realized that he was looking for him without telling Meng Tang.
Wei Chuan handed the cell phone to Meng Tang and found that the old man had hung up.
He glanced at his mobile phone and gave Meng Tang a flattering smile: "Your grandpa is not looking for me. I left my things in the dormitory and I saw you when I turned around."
Meng Tang frowned. It seemed like the old man could do it, but where did he get Weichuan's number?
The old man has connections with people in the school...
Meng Tang suddenly chuckled, Chen, Xun, Li!
There is no one else but him.
Meng Tang was speechless. He never expected that the old man could do one thing in front of his face and another behind his back.
But she didn’t understand the old man’s motives. If he was just worried about her safety, why would she seek out Wei Chuan?
Mingming, Xu Heqing and Xie Lingyin were the ones who went to Yanqing last time.
Hitchhike, Meng Tang simply gave it up and she had no time to mess around with Wei Chuan. She raised her hand and closed the car door and said:
"I don't have time to make trouble with you, ask the driver to open the door."
Wei Chuan knew that there was no way she could change her mind, so he said, "What's the rush? It's not like I won't let you go."
Meng Tang retracted his hand and turned his face.
"I'll send you off." Wei Chuan gave Uncle Yan, who paid close attention to the two of them, a look, "Go to Wanhe."
Uncle Yan responded, and the Maybach slowly started.
Meng Tang: "..."
She really wanted to say: "Master, it's too high-profile."
Wei Chuan saw that she didn't refute, and raised his lips and smiled proudly.
Meng Tang also wanted to laugh when he saw him holding a chicken feather as an arrow.
Forget it, although I didn’t know what the old man meant, it was obvious that Wei Chuan would never let her get off the bus.
It was half an hour's drive to Wanhe, so she just thought she was hitching a ride with her classmates.
Wei Chuan couldn't stop talking and asked Meng Tang: "What is Master Su's ability that makes you yearn for it so much? Wasn't your wood carving taught by your grandfather? I thought he was your idol."
Meng Tang smiled. Laughter: "Su Mian is a typical example of using a knife as a substitute for painting. Her studies were deeply influenced by the landscape paintings of the Song and Yuan Dynasties, and she is good at using simple lines to create the artistic conception of 'no mountains in the distance, no waves in the water'."
Speaking of the things he likes, Meng Tang’s eyebrows were filled with tenderness.
Wei Chuan couldn't understand a word, and his eyes fell on her lips that opened and closed.
The lip color is very healthy, with a light pink color. She should have applied a layer of lip balm, and there is a warm and moist light between the lips.
Meng Tang glanced sideways and found Wei Chuan staring at her infatuatedly, and her heart suddenly hit her head: "What, what are you looking at?"
Wei Chuan suddenly turned his head away, raised his hand to scratch his face and neck, as if he was looking for trouble.
Meng Tang also turned his face and looked out the window without saying a word.
Hush fell into silence in the car. Ten minutes after arriving at the hotel, the air became awkward and thick, mixed with inexplicable ambiguity.
Finally got out of the car, and the hotel doorman came to greet the guests and helped Meng Tang open the car door.
Wei Chuan said to Uncle Yan who was about to follow, "Go back and don't talk nonsense. I'll go back tomorrow night."
Uncle Yan stretched out Erkang's hand: "Master, the old lady is waiting at home."
"Explain it to grandma." Wei Chuan said, "Just say that his grandson is helping others."
Uncle Yan: "..."
Are you sure you are not a follower?
What Wei Chuan wants to do cannot be stopped by ordinary people. Anyway, he will deal with it first if there is any trouble.
He took his ID card from his bag, followed Meng Tang to the front desk, slapped it and said, "Get a room."
The front desk was startled, and the moment he looked up, he immediately put on a professional smile.
"Currently, we have two room types left in our hotel. One is a deluxe king bed room with floor-to-ceiling windows offering city night views and a double jacuzzi; the other is an executive suite, which comes with free champagne and chocolate platters. For couples, we recommend the sweet suite specially designed for couples. Which one do you want?"
"Sweet suite?" "Wei Chuan was stunned, "Why are you recommending this to me?"
The front desk looked at Meng Tang: "Aren't you two a couple?"
Wei Chuan and Meng Tang looked at each other, their pupils trembled to the same frequency, and at the same time shouted to the front desk: "We are not a couple."
"Uh..." The front desk was confused.