Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

"What? Jiang Chunmei and Xu Youde divorced?"

Sitting in the flower room and trimming a pot of lily buds with scissors, Mu Wan'an looked at Song Bingjue in disbelief, "Why do you want to get divorced properly?"

"Husband and wife are originally birds of the same forest, and when disaster strikes, they fly separately." Song Bingjue had a strange expression on his face when he thought of the bad things that happened to Xu's family, "I didn't understand the meaning of this sentence before, but they set an example. "

"Go, go, no one talks like this. Not every couple is like them."

Thinking of what Jiang Chunmei did, Mu Wan'an couldn't help but sigh, she lost the mood to cut the buds, and put down the scissors:

"In the past when I was with Jiang Chunmei, although she was picky about everything, she was still thinking about the Xu family. How could things be so confused this time? Even if you tell me that she did it, I still don't believe it. .”

"People are going to change."

Couldn't bear to look at her depressed look, and Song Bingjue didn't want her to know that Mr. Song also participated in this matter, so he moved the topic:
"Your feet should be all right, right? Uncle Li has been talking about strengthening your body every day recently, but I don't think so."

It had only been two days since she came back from the hospital, and Uncle Li sent her delicious food and healthy foods as if they didn’t need any money. Not long after breakfast, he sent her a big ganoderma lucidum bone that had been boiled for four hours. Soup, in his words, is "what you eat to make up for you".

As soon as this matter was mentioned, Mu Wan'an's face turned pale, even if she was physically weak, she couldn't bear such love, she waved her hands again and again:
"Bingjue, don't let Uncle Li fiddle with those supplements for me again, I'm almost gaining weight."

"It's better to be fatter."

Recently, thanks to Uncle Li's persistent efforts, Mu Wan'an's face also has a faint look of baby fat. Song Bingjue is very relieved to see that his daughter-in-law came back to get fat and eat it. He smiled in his eyes:

"Fat can only have meat."

"What's so good about having meat?" Glaring at him, the longer Mu Wan'an gets along with him, the more she realizes that he is not as cold and ruthless as the rumors say, sometimes he is childish, and sometimes he is not serious, " Women always want to be thinner, and to look good in clothes that are thinner. I still want to lose weight when I am fat."

"If you lose weight, I will have a hard time."

He glanced at her meaningfully, and he smiled slightly: "Besides, you looked too thin before, you still look good with some flesh now, and you can hold yourself up in clothes."

"Were you really that thin before?"

Looking at her wrist, she raised her head and stared at him suspiciously. Seeing the teasing look on his face, she remembered what he said before, and her face turned even redder:
"You man! Why are you so dishonest! Hooligan!"

"Did I say something wrong?"

Looking at her shy face, Song Bingjue shrugged his shoulders and pretended to be innocent. People who didn't know really thought that Mu Wan'an had wronged him. He took out a lily from the bottle and handed it to her:
"Although I don't know where I offended my wife, but it's my fault if I make her unhappy. I also ask my wife to accept this flower."

He apologized generously, and Mu Wan'an couldn't play tricks even if he had a petty temper. She took it over with a suppressed smile on her face:
"You gave me the flowers I trimmed, how can you call it an apology."

"Of course it's not an apology. Between husband and wife, this is called love."

His face was as calm as ever, but Mu Wan'an's face turned redder after hearing this, is he still interested?Why didn't she know he had such a side before?
She simply stopped talking, because she didn't believe that he could say those words alone.Mu Wan'an picked out some flowers from the chair beside her, and only concentrated on dealing with these flowers.

Seeing that she ignored him on purpose, Song Bingjue didn't bother her anymore. He had his own way in everything, and occasionally it was just for fun, but if it was too much, he would annoy her.

The two were sitting in a flower room like a glazed pavilion, with sunlight shining through the dome, bright and quiet, one was holding a book, the other was trimming flower branches, and there was a small plate of snacks on the white solid wood table, although They were silent to each other, but there was a touch of tacit understanding and warmth between them.The years are quiet and the world is stable, that's about it.

There has been a lot of trouble in the Chen family these few days. Father Chen couldn't go to the company. What he saw when he went there was a sense of desolation. The secretary's family gave a gift, but not only did he not show up, he was unwilling to accept the gift.

Seeing her husband lying on the sofa and sighing, Mother Chen came down the stairs wearing a facial mask. She didn't have any sense of urgency when something happened at home, so she said disapprovingly:

"What are you doing lying at home every day? Sighing and frowning, the God of Wealth will be scared away by you!"

"Return to the God of Wealth?! I don't expect to make a lot of money this year, so let's just get through it!"

Women are ignorant!Father Chen couldn't tell her about the company's affairs in detail, so he could only turn around and lie down. After thinking about it, he still felt that he needed to call Mr. Song again, "What is Xinrao doing now?"

"She didn't come out of her room."

Unfolding the folds of the mask, Mother Chen replied.

"I think we still need to call the old man again regarding the matter of the company. Otherwise, looking at Song Bingjue's momentum, I'm afraid we won't give up until the Chen family's company is killed."

The matter has developed to this point, and Chen's father has no better solution. He sat up from the sofa and looked at Chen's mother seriously.

"Didn't you just call Mr. Song?" She thought that the company's matter was not that serious, but Mother Chen hesitated:
"Although Xinrao is liked by him, but he only called two days ago, and now he's calling again? Maybe he's already on the move, and we're acting like he's urging him."

"That's true..." Sighing again, Father Chen could only lie down again, but there was still something hanging in his mind, so when Chen Xinrao went downstairs, he immediately asked:

"Did you call from France?"

"No. What are you in a hurry for?"

He casually sat down on the sofa, and stuffed a piece of fruit into his mouth. Like Chen's mother, Chen Xinrao didn't have a clear understanding of the family's plight. Didn’t he ever do what I begged the old man once? Dad, you should stay at home and rest for two days. It’s not like we can’t live anymore, so what’s the point of calling so eagerly. "

"Too."

Forced to comfort himself, Father Chen was also forced out of his ruthlessness by the predicament of the past two days:
"Song Bingjue wants me to bow my head, but I don't want to! He wants my daughter's wife to apologize to that bitch? I want to see how his father disciplines this unrecognizable thing!"

Before that day came, the servant in charge of the kitchen purchases of the Chen family came forward with a bitter face:
"Master, this month's household has bottomed out. If you don't pay any more, you will have nothing to eat from tomorrow."

At this time, the Chen family gathered together to watch TV, but Chen Xinrao didn't listen to it. She never cared about these trivial matters in the family, and Chen's father just hummed twice.

Chen's mother frowned, she said angrily: "Didn't you just charge the card at the beginning of the month..."

Before she finished speaking, she remembered that this month, because the company seized the account and froze, she didn't have the card to pay for grocery shopping at home!Thinking of this, Mother Chen's face turned red.

"Wait! Asking for money one by one is like a reminder!"

Glancing at the servant angrily, Mother Chen took the wallet beside her, counted 2000 yuan in cash and handed it to the servant:

"Save it! This is a month's food money!"

The servant who took the money complained secretly, if it was an ordinary well-off family, it would be fine, but the Chen family had a big house and recruited a lot of people, and the servant's monthly vegetable money was more than two thousand.

"Ma'am, for a family of three, 2000 yuan is more than enough for food, but there are so many people waiting to eat..."

She didn't continue to say the following words, after all, they also knew about the recent accidents in the Chen family, and only hoped that Madam would be a little more sympathetic.

"Didn't I give you this month's household? How can you spend 2000 yuan?"

Father Chen, who closed his eyes and meditated, was very displeased to hear the two of them quarreling. The family has been troubled for a while, and there are already many people outside waiting to see the jokes of the Chen family. With all the money gone, where would he put his old face?
"You're ashamed to say so little money!"

Thinking of such a pitiful amount of money in hand, Chen's mother felt pain. It was impossible for her to let the kitchen take so much money as before, so she told the servant:

"The meals in the past two days have been less varied, and it will be fine after a while."

The whole family didn't take it seriously until they were waiting for dinner. Looking at the few dishes on the table, Chen Xinrao put the chopsticks on the table very displeased, and looked at the servants who were waiting on the side:

"Why are these dishes so vegetarian today? There's no meat at all? Although the family provides a little less food, there's no need to save money like this, right?"

"Second miss, this, this really can't make any good dishes..." The servant was sweating profusely. In fact, there were also meat dishes on the table, but according to the usual standards, 2000 yuan is not enough. For a meal, "If you want to eat French truffles and Japanese tuna on weekdays, the 2000 yuan will have been spent long ago."

"How dare you talk back?"

Mother Chen was very dissatisfied when the food was not enough to make her precious daughter angry, but now she is still quibbling here, and she seems to be complaining about the lack of money, she put the bowl heavily, with a dark face road:

"If you can't manage the house well and can't be the owner of the kitchen, just tell me, my Chen family hasn't fallen like this! If you can't clean up the food, you can just leave!"