Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

Things have gotten to this point, how can Mu Wan'an calm down, she thinks that Song Bingjue is really crazy, he actually likes Jiang Ning; Parted unhappy.

Looking at the rows of her own cosmetics and Song Bingjue's commonly used objects on the dressing table, she felt so angry that she dragged her box from the utility room and took the things she brought when she came to Song's house. I received it together and moved back to the room where I lived before.

Fortunately, every room in the Song family villa was cleaned. She breathed a sigh of relief, buried her head in the soft quilt, her chest was stuffy, and she felt a little out of breath.

Sensing the movement upstairs, Uncle Li looked anxiously at Song Bingjue who was sitting there with a blank expression on his face. He mechanically put the food on the plate into his mouth, so that people didn't know what he was thinking.

In front of him was a restaurant with no one there. I wondered if Song Bingjue knew that Uncle Li was standing in the kitchen next to him looking at him. He suddenly said:
"Seeing her angry about Jiang Ning's existence, I should have been happy... I don't know why I don't feel any joy at all."

This kind of time is not the time for me to interrupt as a servant. Uncle Li just stood quietly with his head bowed. He didn't understand what the young master was thinking, bringing Jiang Ning back to Miss Qimu?
"Maybe I'm wrong."

Song Bingjue picked up a handkerchief beside him in a bit of embarrassment, wiped his mouth, stood up, and walked towards the second floor step by step.

He was wrong. Wanwan is such a proud person. How could she allow herself to be honest with him about all her concerns?
Obviously, he thought well before, as long as he maintains such a relationship, he will be satisfied, but he is too eager for quick success.

Pushing open the door, Song Bingjue saw the desolation of the place, and there seemed to be something missing on the dressing table. He opened the door of the wardrobe as if he was lucky, and sure enough, he only took away the clothes he had when he came. None of what was given to her was taken away.

"Late night..."

Many times when you make up your mind to do something, you will find that everything is not as difficult as you imagined.

After Mu Wan'an coaxed Xiaosi to sleep as usual, she took the initiative to come to the study, and walked in after cheering herself up:

"There are some things I want to discuss with you."

Hearing it was her voice, Song Bingjue immediately raised his head and looked at her with surprise: "Wanwan, you are here."

"Ah."

With difficulty returning a smile, Mu Wan'an didn't even touch the sofa, but stood at the door and said to him:

"I want to quit my job in the Song Group. I think I may not be suitable for that kind of work environment."

Now that she is willing to take the initiative to talk to him, Song Bingjue felt ecstatic, and he agreed without thinking deeply:

"I have long felt that the interpersonal relationship in the company is too complicated. You will definitely be unhappy there. You are fine at home..."

"Since you agreed, I have nothing else to say."

Smiling alienatedly, Mu Wan'an backed out. She walked in the corridor with the wooden floor, and her mood that should have felt light was now heavy. She didn't understand what was wrong with her. When she walked to the door of the bedroom When I opened the door and saw the layout inside, I suddenly woke up——

I don't live in this room anymore.

Annoyed, she turned and walked towards her bedroom. She pulled up the quilt and hid in, not thinking about her gaffe, "It's all just a habit... yes, a habit..."

Although he is no longer working in the Song Group, he still has to get his things back.

Mu Wan'an came to the Song Group alone at a time when she was busy with work.As soon as she appeared in the office, many people focused their attention on her.

The boss also came to her side in a hurry, and asked warmly:
"Ma'am, why are you here? Nothing on your desk is touched. If you still have to work, you can start right away... But I heard that your foot is injured? Better..."

Hearing their chirping concern in their ears, Mu Wan'an sighed, she pulled herself together and said:

"Thank you for your concern, but I came here today to pack my things, and I won't work here in the future."

When the people who were trying to crowd around her heard the news, they were all as quiet as chickens. Xiao Lin also opened his mouth in surprise, but in the end he didn't say anything.

It was the boss who recovered first. She accompanied her carefully and said, "Didn't it be fine before? Ma'am, why do you want to leave all of a sudden? Is it... Is there something we didn't do well?"

"Where is your problem?"

They are almost leaving, Mu Wan'an is still a little sad when facing this group of colleagues who usually don't have a good relationship, she smiled and said:
"It's just that some things have happened recently. I think I should rest at home. Otherwise, I want to continue working."

"We welcome Madam back to work at any time."

Seeing that it wasn't her fault, the boss breathed a sigh of relief, but still pretended to stay and said:
"In the days when Madam didn't come, we also miss you very much. How could we expect you to come here with great difficulty, but you have to pack your things..."

"You have one wife and one wife. I hear you are too alien. You also call me ten years old."

Looking at them, Mu Wan'an smiled slightly, with a hint of self-mockery in the smile, the lady's name was not justified in the first place:

"Just call me goodnight."

"Then... good night, do you have much stuff? Let's send it down for you."

Seeing that Mu Wan'an's things were almost packed, the boss hurriedly said enthusiastically, Mu Wan'an was about to refuse, but she had already picked up most of the things in her hand. Seeing that the boss was still like this, the rest of the people followed suit one after another. She picked up something in her arms, and a group of people went downstairs in such a crowded way.

When squeezed in the elevator, a female colleague looked at her clothes and said enviously:
"Good night, is this Burberry classic on you?"

Looking down, this is a birthday gift that Song Jiajia bought for herself before, and it can be regarded as one of the few good clothes among all her clothes. Mu Wan'an smiled:
"Yes."

"It's good to be the wife of the president, especially our president... Good night, don't you just pick out those high-end brand clothes at random?"

"I don't care about these things. Clothes or something, just wear whatever is in the cabinet."

It was indeed like this before. At that time, Song Bingjue prepared a lot of clothes for her, but she didn't look at them. She just grabbed one when she went out.

"And I think clothes don't have to be so particular."

When she said it casually, the female colleague couldn't help laughing out loud, with envy in her tone:

"Good night, no matter how you take it, I guess it's a famous brand..."

The elevator door just opened, and the woman in the elevator met Jiang Ning who was waiting outside with a bag. She looked at Mu Wan'an, who was surrounded by everyone, with a very surprised look:

"Good night, sister, why are you here?"

The other female colleagues in the elevator also got to know this [-]th-line star who was said to be in a relationship with Song Bingjue through the entertainment news, and they all looked at each other in blank dismay, and the atmosphere in the elevator was a little awkward for a while.

"Oh, come get something."

She could see Jiang Ning's skill yesterday, she didn't want to make people laugh here for no reason, so she walked out of the elevator first:
"If it's okay, I'll go first."

"and many more--"

Seeing that Mu Wan'an was about to leave in front of her soon, Jiang Ning hurriedly called her to stop, as if humbly asking for advice:

"I brought some snacks to Brother Song, but because I don't know what flavor of jam he likes, so I didn't prepare jam this time. I want to ask Miss Wan, what flavor does he like..."

"This kind of question, if you ask me today, you might as well ask him directly."

Originally, she didn't want to talk to her, but when she saw her hit the gun, Mu Wan'an stood on the spot and turned her head, the contempt and disdain in her eyes were so obvious:

"You don't need to report to me what you want to do, after all, the thigh you want to hug is not mine."

Seeing Mu Wan'an's attitude, gossip flashed in the eyes of the boss and the group of colleagues, and they became interested in this previously little-known [-]th-line star.

"Sister Wan, why are you so aggressive? Did you quarrel with Brother Song yesterday?"

Showing a little bit of aggrieved expression, Jiang Ning hugged her snack box tightly and lowered her head, looking pitiful to me:

"It's all my fault. I shouldn't have gone to the Song family, but it's because Brother Song insisted on me going...I really don't want to go..."

"You think too much. Don't add drama to yourself. Be careful to develop the bad habit of drama bully."

Still playing with herself here, Mu Wan'an sneered, she was impatient to play some scheming game with her:
"I want to deliver the snacks in the morning. If you're lucky, Han Xiu didn't see you, and you might be able to enter the CEO's office. If you're not lucky, you should obediently hold your snacks and head back home."

Isn't what she meant by saying that she posted it upside down ignorantly?Jiang Ning's face became a little hideous for a moment, but soon returned to her usual cuteness:

"Good night sister, did I do something wrong to make you angry? I just want to care about Brother Song..."

"Who wants to discuss right and wrong with you? Don't choose the wrong person for Miss Jiang to use her acting skills."

Mu Wan'an pointed to the gate not far away, with a cold expression on his face, which was somewhat similar to Song Bingjue's calm and prestige:
"There are so many people watching here. I didn't bully you. If those media reporters saw it, they might say something. I bullied others."

"Good night, what are you talking about? How can you be such a person? I—"

"Since you know that I am not such a person, who do you show this expression to?"

Seeing Jiang Ning's alternate red and white complexion, Mu Wan'an sighed, and said:
"Whether you want to seduce Song Bingjue or true love, don't bother me, you know?"