Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

"If I meet the right person, I have no objection to getting married right away. Maybe it's not the right time yet, so I can only stay single for now."

Picking up a piece of lotus root flour cake casually, Li Nian felt that it was bitter in his mouth, so he lowered his eyebrows and eyes:
"It's better to wait than to settle down casually. One day, I will wait for that person. If you rush me, it will only make me more impatient, and I may miss that person."

"Okay, okay, it seems that the senior has made a decision about his life, so I won't worry about it."

Hearing what he said, Mu Wan'an breathed a sigh of relief, and laughed at whether she was too narcissistic, and even had the illusion that her senior liked her.She raised the tea in her hand and looked at him with a smile:
"Then I will replace the wine with tea, and I wish the senior can find the woman he likes as soon as possible. Then the two of them can be together happily for a long time."

"Thank you very much."

Lifting up the teacup in his hand, Li Nian silently repeated the toast Mu Wanwan said just now, and raised his eyes to look at her:
"I also wish you all your wishes come true and seek benevolence and benevolence."

After such a delay, when Mu Wan'an returned to Song's house, it was nearly ten o'clock in the evening. After such a day of running around, she was exhausted. When she was walking towards the house while turning her shoulders, she found that Song Bingjue was Sitting in the living room.

Shouldn't he be in the study at this time?

Mu Wan'an, who was originally in a relaxed state, suddenly tensed up all her muscles. She looked at his back, hesitated for a moment, but still went upstairs without saying a word.

"Have you nothing to say to me?"

Seeing that she just passed him and wanted to leave, Song Bingjue raised his eyes to look at her: "Where did you go today? Why did you come back so late?"

"Going to deal with some personal matters."

Mu Wan'an, who was slowly walking up the stairs, paused for a moment, because she was worried that he might be suspicious of herself, so her tone softened a little:

"I'm sure you won't be interested in these things."

"Your private matter? You mean, the private matter of meeting Li Nian?"

There was a laptop on the table in front of it, and there was a photo of Mu Wan'an and Li Nian walking into the teahouse talking happily.

In the photo, there is a man and a woman. The man is gentle and gentle, and the woman has a gentle temperament. It really looks like a match made in heaven. No matter how they look, they should be a couple.

Looking at these photos, Song Bingjue's lungs were about to explode, but his face remained calm, and he didn't show too much.

"How do you know? Could it be that you asked someone to follow me?"

The meeting between himself and Li Nian happened only three hours ago, yet Song Bingjue found out so quickly.Except that he asked someone to follow her, she didn't think about him.

"I can't wait to find someone to watch you. Watch closely and don't let anyone get close to you."

He, Song Bingjue, didn't even bother to do such a thing. He looked at her with eyes like a deep pool:
"Or, in your heart, I am such a despicable and shameless image?"

"No nature is the best. I misunderstood you just now, sorry."

Listening to his eccentric words, Mu Wan'an didn't want to entangle with him anymore, and then walked upstairs step by step.

She had only taken two steps up, when she heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground behind her, before she could turn around to see what happened, the man behind grabbed her hand firmly, Forced her to look at herself seriously.

"You came back so late because of Li Nian?"

In fact, this stack of photos was sent to him by a reporter wandering around the street with a video camera. He originally wanted to take pictures of those celebrities who went out on the street, but he didn't expect to take pictures of the notorious Mrs. Song some time ago!
"What if it is? What if it isn't?"

Listening to him talking to her in that questioning tone, Mu Wan'an felt more and more uncomfortable. She raised her eyes and looked back at him:
"Could it be that I won't be able to meet with the senior?"

"You wanted to meet him, of course I didn't... But Miss Mu, I hope you can always remember that your current identity is my wife, Song Bingjue, and Xiaosi's mother."

Seeing that she still had an unrepentant and unrepentant expression, Song Bingjue bent the corners of his mouth coldly:
"I think, you don't think that Stoudemire is annoying suddenly, so you deliberately came up with such a way to escape?"

"What are you talking about, Song Bingjue?! In my opinion, Xiao Si is very cute and very tender. But you, the president of the dignified Song Group, are worse than a child!"

Hearing that he was talking about Xiao Si, Mu Wan'an suddenly remembered that Xiao Si had recently developed the habit of listening to her tell stories before going to bed, so she didn't care about continuing to bicker with Song Bingjue, instead she rushed upstairs and came to Stoudemire's bedside.

Sure enough, Xiao Si, who should have fallen asleep long ago, was looking at her with wide eyes, his two little hands tightly clutching the quilt, looking extraordinarily pitiful under the dim light.

"Xiao Si...it's my mother's fault. My mother encountered some things today and delayed telling Xiao Si a story..."

If she was still full of anger when she confronted Song Bingjue before, it was all extinguished now. She sat by the bed and held Xiaosi's hand. He didn't break free, but just looked at her quietly.

For a moment, Mu Wan'an was so ashamed that she couldn't bear it, but she still said softly:
"Small Si, it's my mother who made a mistake this time, and my mother apologizes to you. I don't know if Xiao Si has forgiven her mother?"

Seeing Xiao Si's mouth tightly pursed into a line, Mu Wan'an smiled, and then said:

"If Xiao Si forgives her mother, she nods, and if she doesn't, she shakes her head."

Xiao Si just looked at her, and after a while, he nodded as if he had made up his mind. Mu Wan'an gently stroked the little hand in his hand, "Mom is very grateful to Xiao Si for forgiving mother's mistakes. This time, mother To tell Stoudemire the best story in the world..."

Listening to Mu Wan'an in the door slowly telling the story, Song Bingjue was standing outside the house. At this moment, she had completely shed the thorns that stood up high in front of him. Her voice was gentle and friendly, and there was no impatience before. ?

"... Later, the kittens grew up quickly and went away one by one. The white cat has become an old grandmother. The cat is more gentle with the white cat, and there is a 'purr purr' sound in its throat. The cat I want to live with the white cat forever. One day, the white cat didn’t move quietly beside the cat. The cat cried for the first time. From night to morning, and from morning to night, the cat cried for 100 times Ten thousand times. At noon one day, the cat’s crying stopped. This time, the cat never came back to life.”

After telling the story, Mu Wan'an looked down, perhaps because it was rare to go to bed so late, Xiaosi had already fallen asleep with his arms in his arms.

After touching Xiao Si's tender face, Mu Wan'an couldn't help but kiss him on the face again.

"This story is very good."

Hearing the man's deliberately lowered voice, Mu Wan'an couldn't help lowering her eyes, "Today's incident will not happen again."

"What I said just now is not only because of Stoudemire, maybe because of my selfishness."

He looked at Mu Wan'an, his deep eyes were full of affection, the obvious meaning made Mu Wan'an look away, she didn't want to see this hypocritical expression on Song Bingjue's face again, maybe before her, he still I did the same with Jiang Ning...

"My recent emotions have been in a very strange state. I hope that you can put all your attention on me, but my reason tells me that this is wrong."

Hearing Song Bingjue's words, Mu Wan'an was not moved in the slightest. She dared not imagine how many women had been coaxed by him with such sweet words before her.

"Have you said enough?"

Pursing her lips, Mu Wan'an looked down at her hands, and she got off the bed, "I really don't know what's the point of you telling me this. Judging from our relationship, we should get what we need from each other Relationship, being too close to each other's hearts will only make us lose this delicate sense of balance."

"Wanwan, you—"

"Don't call me late."

After interrupting Song Bingjue, Mu Wan'an stood up, but her voice was still lowered, "Song Bingjue, I really don't understand, you are surrounded by fat swallows, thin Yingying, Yanyan, and I don't know how much I look like. Can't help you either. I suggest you find another woman."

"what happened to you?"

Looking at Mu Wan'an who was very emotional, Song Bingjue frowned suddenly. He didn't understand why she was so excited all of a sudden, "I just want to talk to you. I think it's necessary for the two of us to have a good communication."

"I don't think it's necessary."

Replying coldly, Mu Wanan passed him and walked straight out of the room: "I have already done what I should do. Mr. Song, please do what you want."

He didn't expect her to be so indifferent, Song Bingjue looked at her, it was the first time in his life that he was so submissive, he didn't expect her to be ungrateful at all.

"Are you sure, really want to do this?"

She almost exhausted his patience, Song Bingjue turned around and stared at her back coldly, "Some decisions will affect your whole life."

"Impact or not, what does it matter to you?"

She didn't even turn her head, she just tilted her head slightly in doubt and said, "Or are you threatening me?"

"How you want to understand my words is up to you."

Walking to Xiao Si's bed and tucking the quilt for Xiao Si, Song Bingjue stared at him intently, as if Mu Wan'an behind him no longer existed, but he still said:

"However, the words have already been put here, how to understand it is up to you."

"Thank you Mr. Song for the reminder, I will naturally remember it in my heart."

She also replied politely to him, and Mu Wan'an walked out without looking sideways. Her hands hidden in her sleeves were trembling slightly, but she still walked out with her back straightened.