Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

Just when the two were smiling and getting back together, a low-key Bentley Continental parked in a hidden corner outside the Song Family Villa in Yulong Bay. He poked his head out and looked at the villa, knowing that he couldn't see anything, but still stared obsessively for a long time.

"Master, the master is already urging, look..."

The driver in the front row couldn't help reminding him in a low voice, and the man slowly raised the window. His hair was dyed a little dark red, with a strange luster and beauty. Like a person who came out of a comic, it reveals a handsome, evil and decadent feeling.

He casually withdrew his gaze, looking extremely lazy and casual:
"Since he is anxious to wait, I'll go back and have a look first."

Hearing Liu Zicheng's words, the tense driver breathed a sigh of relief, and started to turn the car around and drive back.

When driving to the entrance of Yulong Bay, a Lamborghini drove towards him. The handsome man in the car glanced at the man with cold eyes in the driver's seat, and couldn't help but gently tapped it with the index finger of his right hand. He knocked on his head, and after a while, there was a subtle smile on his face, "It turned out to be him..."

When it was time to eat at noon, Mu Wanan took Song Jiajia down the stairs. They had just settled down on the sofa when they saw Song Bingjue who pushed the door and walked over. Not surprised, after handing the coat to Uncle Li, he sat down on the sofa and nodded to Song Jiajia in a distant and polite way:
"I heard before that you were coming back from the UK. I originally planned to pick you up with Wanwan, but the company has something to do and I really can't leave, so I can only ask Wanwan to pick you up."

Listening to him talking all night long, Song Jiajia felt flustered. This was not at all like the indifferent man in Good Night's mouth. She cast suspicious eyes on Mu Wan'an, and asked her what was going on with her eyes.

Mu Wan'an is no stranger to Song Bingjue's convulsive overtures, she said calmly:

"Since you have something to do in the company, you don't need to come back specially. Jiajia is my good friend, so I can entertain myself."

"She is your friend, so she must be a distinguished guest of our Song family."

Regarding Mu Wan'an's thorny words, he continued to say sincerely as if he hadn't heard:

"Miss Song might as well stay at our house for a few more days. Wan Wan is not in a good mood recently. Maybe you can spend more time with her, maybe she will feel better."

"She is in a bad mood, and she has to see who caused it first."

For Song Bingjue, Song Jiajia didn't like Song Bingjue. She rolled her eyes and looked nonchalant:

"Who caused the disaster, of course who will settle it. You can't ask me to be a peacemaker for no reason. Don't you think so?"

"Where is the trouble?"

Mu Wan'an didn't want to go through this muddy water again, she took an orange and began to peel it, "You are all joking, I guess the kitchen will have finished Chinese food by this time, let's go and sit at the dining table."

Observing the attitudes of these two people, Song Jiajia found something unusual. She looked at Song Bingjue, but he kept looking at Mu Wanan; but it was her best friend, she lowered her eyes all the time, as if unwilling Paying attention to his appearance, she coughed twice, and then said:
"I don't think Mr. Song seems like a homeless master. There must be some misunderstanding. Good night, she likes to think wildly, and then she loses her temper. You must be more patient."

"Song Jiajia, what are you talking about!"

Hearing her friend expose her old background, Mu Wan'an was a little annoyed, she didn't peel the oranges, and went straight to the kitchen as soon as she put them on the table.

Seeing Mu Wan'an turn away angrily, Song Bingjue didn't know why, but he felt that her energetic appearance was much more pleasing to the eye than the indifferent appearance of the previous few days, and a faint smile appeared on his face .

"Although I meant to push her away, there is nothing wrong with what I said."

Seeing Song Bingjue staring at the direction where Mu Wan'an left, Song Jiajia probably knew the recent situation of the two of them. She frowned and took a sip of tea before asking suspiciously:
"I'm her good friend, and it's definitely me who wants her to be happy the most. From the looks of you, there must be something wrong. What's wrong with you? Also, what happened to those scandals in your newspapers? what's going on?"

"You're right. Something went wrong between me and Wan Wan."

Turning his eyes back, Song Bingjue began to look at Wan Wan's friend. She was gorgeous and flamboyant, and she also had a confident temperament. Compared with Wan Wan's shyness, she was like a burning flame .

"As for the gossip in the newspapers, I was originally only using it to test her attitude, but it will be used by those who are interested later."

"I have been good friends with her for more than ten years. I can guess what she is thinking. You use this extreme method just to make her face up to her feelings for you. If she is already interested in you The deep-rooted good night, this strategy will work. However, the current good night may have such a little feeling for you, how can you use this method? "

After confirming that Song Bingjue is not the kind of philandering person, Song Jiajia thought back to Goodnight's attitude when she mentioned Song Bingjue to herself, and felt that she had to mention this man, so she lowered her voice:

"For a slow-warming woman like Wan'an, you must not be in a hurry. The best way is to boil a frog in warm water. She is a bit slow in emotion, but she is a bit shy and shy. Why not..."

One taught seriously, the other listened carefully. The two were so devoted that they almost didn't even know that Mu Wan'an was here. She looked at her friend who didn't know what she was saying to Song Bingjue, and said suspiciously:
"What are you talking about? So mysterious? The meal is already ready, come and eat quickly."

Mu Wan'an's sudden utterance startled both of them, but Song Jiajia was the smarter. She stood up as if nothing had happened:

"What else can I tell him? It's just to warn him not to bully you. As long as you are a pig, can I not take care of you?"

Not taking this matter to heart, Mu Wan'an brought them to the restaurant, "Today I specially made eggplant stew and braised fish that you like, eat them quickly."

When sending Song Jiajia away, she took Mu Wan'an's hand and patted her hand meaningfully:
"You must keep your eyes open and look at the essence through phenomena. I don't think Song Bingjue is that kind of person. Don't mistake pearls for fish eyes...Some people will regret it for the rest of their lives if they miss it."

"What could I have missed?"

Mu Wan'an was a little confused. She followed Song Jiajia's winking direction and looked behind her. It was a man standing beside her in silence all the time. He seemed to be troubled by something, and his two long eyebrows frowned. tight.

"Forget it, there are some things you can't understand if you're not in it."

Knowing that her friend was worried about her, Mu Wan'an didn't say much, and sent her to the car.After getting in the car, Song Jiajia rolled down the car window. She looked at her friend Song Bingjue who seemed to be in harmony with each other, and motioned her friend to lower her head. She said slyly:
"I think you are a bystander who is obsessed with the authorities, but I am a bystander, but I can see everything clearly."

Before she had time to refute, Song Jiajia asked the driver to drive away, leaving Mu Wan'an with wide-eyed eyes and Song Bingjue with a pensive expression standing there, unable to recover for a long time.

"What? Okay, okay, okay...but you know, these things are beyond our control..."

The manager who received the call from President Song's special assistant couldn't help but wiped the cold sweat off his brow. He looked at the blacked-out phone screen and couldn't help but said to Jiang Ning:
"Mr. Song has already called me, saying that we should also limit our hype. He told us not to use this thing to make a fuss anymore."

"In the beginning, Song Bingjue was the one who said he would be fired. Why isn't he fired now?"

Jiang Ning, who was eating plums, couldn't help but rolled her eyes. Song Bingjue had already terminated her cooperation with her. Although he gave her an eight-figure check, how could the money compare with resources?
"If I don't fry now, how can I still be popular? Besides, I was recommended to Song Bingjue by Young Master Gong. Even if Song Bingjue beats a dog, it depends on the owner, right?"

Thinking that she was about to die again, Jiang Ning felt deeply unwilling. She was outstanding in appearance and resourceful. If no one praised her, she would have been a national star long ago:
"Besides, we are just taking advantage of Song Bingjue's popularity, and I have blocked many shots for Mu Wan'an. Song Bingjue has never thought about these things."

The manager, who was afraid of the power of the Song family and wanted to give up, hesitated after hearing Jiang Ning's words. If he could make Jiang Ning angry, his voice in the company would undoubtedly be much greater.He gritted his teeth and made up his mind:
"Since you've said that, let's do it this way. President Song probably won't care about us."

Hearing the manager's words, Jiang Ning's eyes flashed brightly. Every time she went to the Song Group to find Song Bingjue, she was stopped. She didn't understand, how could she not compare to that Mu Wan'an!

"Since a woman like Mu Wan'an can enter the Song family...then I have to look in that direction."

Thinking of this, she couldn't help laughing softly, seeing the manager's back was chilling, she squinted her eyes:

"Once the seed of doubt is planted, you just need to wait until it grows into a towering tree. At that time, I don't believe that Mu Wan'an still hasn't left..."