Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

Speaking of which, after two days of doing nothing, Mu Wan'an's little interest in cooking finally disappeared.

Just when the popularity of her pickpocketing post was about to drop a little bit, someone on the Internet opened another "anti-spicking post". up:
Someone went to interview the director of the orphanage who adopted her, her primary and secondary school teachers, and found her name in a long-standing award list of the secondary school;
In addition, the audio of some students' evaluations of her was released, and her college entrance examination results of that year were also posted...

Because of the preheating of the previous skinning post, this post received thousands of attention as soon as it came out. Almost an hour ago, the number of views reached hundreds of thousands.

Some people believed it, and some still didn't believe it. They replied to the comments in the post, saying that the poster was the navy that the Song family invited to wash the ground, and came to clean up the white. The poster only replied to these people from the beginning to the end:

"Create rumors with one mouth, and refute the rumors quickly."

I knew in my heart who did it. Thinking of Xiaohui and the others, Mu Wan'an couldn't help showing a comfortable smile. Although she met Zhou Jing that day, it also made the other four people who were about to embark on the road of media professionals It is a blessing in disguise for the students to understand the bottom line of journalism...

Now that public opinion has become polarized, Mu Wan'an did not continue to pay attention to these matters, after all, all news is time-sensitive.

Accompanied by the driver of the Song family, Mu Wan'an went to the orphanage. The old headmaster was already gray-haired. She was wearing a sweater knitted by herself and sitting in the yard basking in the sun, sleeping soundly.

She couldn't bear to disturb her, so she walked in quietly by herself. The bed table in the orphanage was replaced with a new one because of the sponsorship of kind people. They can only hug each other to keep warm.

A child saw her and was about to scream, but she stopped her with a "shh" gesture. She walked to the window, and there were seven or eight children in old clothes, who were concentrating on their homework.

She took another look at the headmaster who was soundly asleep, put the little food she had prepared on the table, and left.

Just after leaving the orphanage, before walking a few steps, she saw the driver standing aside tremblingly. She couldn't help but looked into the car suspiciously. There seemed to be someone sitting in it, "What happened? How do you feel in the car?" Is there anyone?"

Just as she was asking, the car door opened, and a haughty male voice came out:
"Miss Mu, I'm from the old man. I came here to say something to you. You might as well get in the car and talk about it in detail."

Father?Mu Wan'an finally understood where the driver's daring look came from, she raised her eyebrows:
"I have nothing to talk to you about, just stand and talk if you have anything to say."

"I really don't know how to flatter you..." The middle-aged man glanced at her contemptuously. If it wasn't for Jiang Chunmei's incompetence, how could he come over to handle this kind of matter in person, he said:

"Miss Mu should have lived a good life in the Song family for such a period of time, and she should have fully experienced the refinement and elegance of high society life. Are you a bit reluctant to leave now and forget your original identity?"

Hearing this, Mu Wan'an couldn't help but want to laugh. When everyone came to tell her to let her leave Song Bingjue, they always said something like this, and she said indifferently:

"Then? Why don't you just finish what you want to say at once. I want to know, are you going to let me leave Song Bingjue? How much money are you going to give me to let me leave him? If I don't take the money, are you going to Are you going to threaten me with my personal safety?"

Under the stunned eyes of the middle-aged man, she spread her hands out in a helpless manner:

"I have experienced all your tricks. But I am not with Song Bingjue because of money, and naturally I will not leave him because of money; I am alone and helpless in this world. If you really want to Even taking a life on his back will drive me away from him, and I have nothing to say."

"I didn't expect you to be so articulate and courageous at such a young age—"

The middle-aged man didn't know whether it was a derogation or a compliment, and after looking her up and down, he looked away from her, "The stupid woman Jiang Chunmei has already done it for me once to take your life, but unfortunately she is too stupid It’s God’s will that you ran away from all the great opportunities.”

Mu Wan'an didn't pay much attention to his words at first, but when she heard this, she frowned:
"You mean, you asked Jiang Chunmei to kill me?"

"That's not it? Why, I see you, didn't Song Bingjue tell you?"

Seeing her unawareness, the middle-aged man couldn't help but sneered:
"I thought he took you seriously, but it turns out that's all."

Seeming to have found a breakthrough, he sighed half pity and half falsely:

"In the final analysis, he still doesn't want you to know that his father is also involved, right? In order to get his father out, Jiang Chunmei was made to take the blame... It's a pity that Jiang Chunmei, for the sake of 500 million, has fallen to this point..."

"What? You're starting to cry like a cat and a mouse now?"

Stabilizing her mind, Mu Wan'an told herself in her heart that she must not be distracted by this person. She looked at him:
"Even if, as you said, it was Mr. Song's instruction, but his instruction should be to ask Jiang Chunmei to break up Song Bingjue and me? Did he ask Jiang Chunmei to buy-kill-kill-someone? Since Jiang Chunmei came up with this idea, The natural consequences will be borne by her."

Seeing that the middle-aged man was still trying to say something while his lips were whispering, Mu Wanan said again:
"It seems that you are determined to take the blame for Jiang Chunmei. How about I go back and report to Song Bingjue? No son in this world is willing to send his father to prison, but if it is you..."

After hearing this sentence, the face of the middle-aged man really changed as she expected. He knew the young master's style of doing things, and was about to say a few words to save face, but was robbed by Mu Wan'an:

"By the way, is it comfortable to sit in the car? Shall I call Song Bingjue and ask him to send a car to pick you up?"

Looking at her smiling face, the middle-aged man's eyelids jumped a few times, but he was afraid of Song Bingjue's methods, so he could only snort coldly and open the car door and get out.

"Thank you for making room for me."

Mu Wan'an sat in with kindness, and the driver immediately returned to the driver's seat. After saying goodbye to him pretending to be bright, the car drove away steadily like an arrow leaving the string.

I really underestimated her... The middle-aged man couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly, and two people came immediately behind him, and asked in a low voice:

"Brother, what do you think we should do next?"

"This position in the future will belong to the young master sooner or later..."

He didn't say what he said next. In fact, in his opinion, he shouldn't be in this muddy water. Right now, he can only procrastinate, and when the old man is happy, he will mention a few words cryptically...

When she returned to Song's house, Mu Wan'an was already full of anger. She didn't understand why Song Bingjue kept this matter from her, so she asked Uncle Li as soon as she entered the house:

"Is he back?"

Uncle Li looked at his words and felt that something might have happened outside today, otherwise why would Madam not even want to call the young master by his name, he said cautiously:

"Madam, is there something bothering you outside? The young master is in the study right now, why don't you tell me and see if I can solve it."

"No, it's just that I have something to say to him."

Looking at the kind-hearted old man, Mu Wan'an really didn't want to scare him anymore, so she forced herself to suppress her displeasure, "I'll just go find him myself. Uncle Li, you can do other things first."

Knowing that he couldn't help much, Uncle Li pretended he didn't know anything, and answered yes with a smile.

Mu Wan'an walked towards the study, her steps were urgent and fast, she went in without even knocking on the door, Song Bingjue looked up, and said softly:
"Are you back? Having fun outside?"

"About Jiang Chunmei's case, do you have anything to tell me?"

She had tried her best to calm herself down, but under the rage, she couldn't help controlling her emotions, and her voice was still sharp.

"Her case is almost over. Why, do you have any doubts?"

I don't understand why she suddenly mentioned this, but judging by her expression, it's not that simple. He put down what he was doing and looked at her quietly:
"Don't worry, I have sent people to investigate the families of those who kidnapped you, and have sent their children to the hospital; as for the sentencing, we will try our best to ease them..."

"I'm not talking about that."

Mu Wan'an looked at him with a calm questioning look in his eyes, "I want to ask, is there anything else you haven't told me?"

"for example?"

With an ominous premonition in his heart, Song Bingjue looked at her, tried his best to soften his tone and said:

"If you want to know anything, try to ask me."

"I want to ask you, is Jiang Chunmei really the mastermind behind this case?"

In fact, he was also extremely nervous. Mu Wan'an looked at him, hoping that he could tell himself nonchalantly at this time that he actually knew that his father was the one who controlled all of this, but he had reasons...

"Why not?"

He smiled, still with such a gentle look, but Mu Wan'an was disheartened. She looked at the man in front of her and said calmly:
"I have confirmed the answer from your mouth, thank you very much."

Feeling that there was something wrong with her appearance, there was a kind of tranquility before the storm, Song Bingjue frowned, "What's wrong with you? Why did you suddenly ask this question? Did someone say something in front of you?"