Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

Seeing more and more people gathering outside, the taxi driver didn't dare to delay, stepped on the accelerator and drove out.

"Where?"

"Yulong Bay."

After reporting the villa area where Song's residence is located, Mu Wan'an leaned back in the chair quite tiredly, but unexpectedly the driver made a mistake:

"Miss, we can only enter the outer part of Yulong Bay. There is a gate control inside, so we can't get in."

"It's okay, you can send me wherever you want."

Mu Wan'an was not too demanding, she felt a little scared when she thought about how she was surrounded just now, if she walked slower, she would be surrounded and unable to get out now.

With a long sigh, she looked at the fleeting scenery outside the window. Although she was always an optimistic person, she would inevitably feel a little disappointed when she encountered such a thing suddenly.

The driver put her at the entrance of Yulong Bay. Mu Wan'an carried her bag and walked slowly along the maple leaf road. The weather turned cold and the maple leaves turned red, like bloodstains all over the road. Extraordinarily poignant and beautiful.

When such a person is walking, the mood is extraordinarily peaceful.When she walked to the place where she could see the Song family's villa, she heard a faint movement behind her, as if someone was following her.

The area here is vast, and the distance between the villas is very large, even if she calls for help at this time, she cannot hear others.She quietly grabbed the umbrella in the handbag in a panic, walked a few steps forward quickly, and listened carefully to the movement behind, and sure enough, the footsteps behind became more and more hurried.

It seems that it is really aimed at me!

Mu Wan'an clenched the umbrella in her hand. Seeing a corner tens of meters ahead, she made some calculations in her mind and slowed down her steps.

The footsteps behind her were also a little softer, and she breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the person following her might not be trying to take her own life, but she was probably asking for something else.

When passing the corner, she dodged over, and then quickly took out her umbrella and slammed it heavily towards a black shadow that came out.

"what--"

The person who was hit uttered a short cry, and then fell to the ground holding his head, and he didn't seem to be dizzy.

Mu Wan'an didn't dare to take it lightly, she held the umbrella tightly with both hands, trying to maintain her composure:

"Say! Why are you following me!"

"……me……"

His mind was dizzy from this woman's blow, Chen Pi's scalp was numb, and he couldn't think of anything to say, which made it look even more problematic.

Mu Wan'an took a look at his clothes, and could tell that they were not made of good materials. Then she looked at the shoes on his feet, a pair of shoes that had been cracked, and there were old dirt on them. She became more and more sure of his identity. It came again toward the back of his neck.

This time Chen Pi was really knocked out by her. Mu Wan'an was afraid, threw the umbrella in a hurry and ran towards Song's house, just happened to meet Uncle Li at the door, and didn't care about anything else, pulled him and went to the place where the accident happened place to run:

"Uncle Li, follow me quickly!"

Uncle Li saw that she was in a hurry, and knew that something must have happened, he hurriedly followed her, and when he came to the place where Chen Pi was lying, his expression changed slightly:
"Don't panic, ma'am, I'll send someone over to arrest him first."

When she watched them kidnap the confused strange man with her own eyes, Mu Wan'an felt at ease, and she breathed a sigh of relief:

"Uncle Li, I think this person has something to do with the fact that I was rumored this time. He should be sent by the mastermind behind the scenes. You must ask carefully."

Having been in the Song family for so long, Mu Wan'an also knew about Uncle Li's ability, so she walked back to the old house with Uncle Li.

"Ma'am, what do you think about this matter?"

Uncle Li looked at his wife who didn't look particularly worried, and admired him, but he still asked calmly.

"As long as I stay in this position for a day, such things will not disappear for a day."

Mu Wan'an smiled, and the smile was full of tenacity, "Uncle Li, don't worry, I was mentally prepared from the beginning, and such a test will not trouble me."

"What Madam said is true." Nodding appreciatively, Uncle Li didn't say anything more. His view of Madam has changed from being considerate of the young master's vassal at the beginning to now genuine admiration.

"I still have to work hard on you today, Uncle Li. I don't want Bingjue to worry about my affairs. If you make any progress, please let me know."

Thinking of the man who looked gloomy at the comments on the computer screen that day, Mu Wan'an decided to do it herself.

"The young master asked..."

"If he asks, it's okay for you to tell him."

Not wanting Song Bingjue to feel that he was deliberately hiding it from him, Mu Wan'an answered after thinking for a while.

Before he knew it, he returned to the villa. Before Mu Wan'an entered, a small figure rushed out of the room, and pressed towards Mu Wan'an accurately.

Mu Wan'an had no choice but to catch Xiaosi. He raised his face, and there was genuine joy in his eyes:
"emmm..."

Although he didn't call his mother, Mu Wan'an still felt heartwarming. She picked him up and walked inside, but unexpectedly bumped into another little radish at the door.

She looked down and saw that it was Tingting, the little girl who came to play at home last time. She was wearing a wreath on her head. Mu Wan'an looked familiar, and then looked at Xiao Si in her arms. This was not the one I gave to Xiao Si the other day. The garlands we made?How did it get on Tingting's head?

"Auntie, Auntie, Xiao Si said that I will be his bride if I wear this, and that you asked him to give it to me. Is this true?"

The little girl was wearing a beige skirt, and asked her in a childish voice, with an extremely serious expression.

"This one……"

Glancing at her innocent son, there were three black lines on Mu Wan'an's head. She never expected that the wreath she gave her son would be hidden by him and used to tease his sister!

This sweet talk is... tsk tsk tsk... definitely his father got it wrong!

Mu Wan'an squatted down and put Xiaosi on the ground. She smiled and said to Tingting:
"Does Tingting like Xiaosi? If Tingting likes Xiaosi, then this wreath is a testimony of your friendship."

Before Tingting could answer, a deep man's voice came from behind:
"I think Stoudemire doesn't want to be just a witness of friendship. Don't you think, Stoudemire?"

"Why did you come back? Get off work so early today?"

Turning around and looking at Song Bingjue who was unbuttoning his coat, Mu Wan'an couldn't help being a little surprised. He should still be at work at this point.

"I have the final say in the company. I occasionally leave work early. Who dares to say anything about me?"

Squeezing Tingting's cute little face, Song Bingjue couldn't hide the liking on his face, it could be seen that he liked little girls very much.

"Yeah yes—you're the biggest—"

Mu Wan'an found it interesting to see him so fondly. She had never seen him show his emotions so much, "Do you like your daughter more?"

"Not at all."

The man finally let go of Tingting, and looked back at her with tenderness in his eyes:

"Because Xiaosi is a boy, I have never experienced what it is like to have a daughter. I still want a daughter. You have to work harder in the future."

Reddened by his pointed words, Mu Wan'an was about to refute, when Uncle Li, who was holding Song Bingjue's coat, interjected:
"Indeed, the young master's heirs are indeed a little thinner. There were no one before, but now that there is a wife, the wife must also want Xiao Si to have more companions."

Looking at the old man smiling kindly, Mu Wan'an couldn't say anything more, she said haha:

"This kind of thing depends on God's will, and it's not something I can do..."

"It seems that Wanwan is urging me."

Song Bingjue, who still didn't think it was wide enough, held a child in one hand, raised his eyebrows at Mu Wan'an, his eyes and brows were full of pride, and then walked towards the living room with the two of them.

The children were playing and laughing in his arms, and the air was full of joy.

After sending Tingting away, Mu Wan'an hesitated for a moment, then followed him to the study room, and told him everything about today.

"You mean someone followed you when you came back?"

Song Bingjue's expression immediately became tense, he put down the work at hand and walked to her side, held her shoulder and examined it carefully before finishing.

"Are you all right? Where's that man?"

"What can I do? If there is something, you can still see me?"

Mu Wan'an looked at the man who looked like a fool, and a warm current flowed through her heart, but her mouth was still relentless:

"I knocked that man out, and I've handed it over to Uncle Li. I didn't intend to tell you, lest you be distracted by this matter."

"How can you keep this kind of thing from me?"

Hearing her say such words, Song Bingjue's face became more and more ugly, and his eyes kept secret:

"The more you try to hide it from me, the more time I will spend paying attention to you."

"I'm not doing this for your own good...and I told you everything in the end..."

If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't have told him!Although I really didn't want to tell him at first...Mu Wan'an couldn't help but stomped her feet:
"Ignore you!"

After she finished speaking, she wanted to run outside, but Song Bingjue stopped her with his hand. His eyes were dangerous:

"Wait—how did I hear you say that you met senior Li Nian?"

"Yes, he went to the country hospital some time ago and brought me some local specialties. Do you want to eat?"

Unaware of the displeasure in his tone, Mu Wan'an said stupidly:
"You don't know him, right? He is my senior. When I was in college, he gave me a lot of advice. He helped me a lot in both studies and life. He is very good... "

Listening to her talking about another man, Song Bingjue felt his liver ache from anger, and instead of being angry, he smiled:
"Is that so..."