Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

Listening to their conversations one by one, Mu Wan'an's heart trembled. Hearing what Mr. Song meant, Song Bingjue had already dealt with him on purpose before?

She bit her lips tightly and stared at Song Bingjue closely. Although she didn't hope that the relationship between Song Bingjue and his father would get worse, if he had made any efforts, would she be able to let go of what happened back then?

"Nizi, Nizi!"

Mr. Song, who was holding the microphone in France, almost spat out a mouthful of old blood. He didn't expect that the offspring he cultivated by himself would be so heartless!The little Chen family that he wants to protect, he has to fight against him, forcing the Chen family to almost go bankrupt!

"Even if you hate me, you can't impose these methods on the Chen family! No matter how bad the Chen family is, your son still bleeds half of the Chen family's blood. You have wiped out his natal family. What do you think of Xiaosi when he grows up? Huh?"

"The family of the Chen family is worthy of being my son's natal family? It seems that you haven't given up yet, father. I should have told you, don't meddle in my affairs, especially those I protect. People—you'd better spend your old age in France, and I don't want to bother you anymore."

After finishing speaking, Song Bingjue was about to hang up the phone, but Mr. Song gasped, and hurriedly said as if remembering something:
"Is that woman surnamed Mu still by your side now? What about that Jiang Ning? How can you be worthy of Xinrao who has been waiting for you?"

"Since you care so much about the women of the Chen family, why don't you let Chen Xinrao marry you? Or, are you interested in the elderly Mrs. Chen? If father has any ideas, just say, even if he is cheated and threatened, I will I will definitely help you do it."

Hearing Song Bingjue say this expressionlessly, Mu Wan'an and Uncle Li, who had been listening quietly by the side, couldn't help but widen their eyes: Song Bingjue really dared to say it!In this case, will Mr. Song really not be pissed off?
Afraid that the young master would continue to say something serious, Uncle Li tremblingly whispered: "Master, for the sake of the master's health, you should say a few words less..."

"His health is very good. He still has the energy to make various arrangements and arrange people to do things. What are you afraid of?"

Not caring about Mr. Song who was listening to him on the other end of the phone, Song Bingjue sneered:
"He thought it was back when he made his fortune, so he sent people to instruct Jiang Chunmei to deal with my woman without any scruples. If it wasn't for Wan Wan's luck, he would still be able to sit safely in the manor now?"

The two people present and Mr. Song were all shocked. Uncle Li didn't know what the master did, but he also knew about Mu Wan'an's kidnapping before. He thought it was Jiang Chunmei who did it, but he didn't expect that there was something behind the master. handwriting!
Mr. Song was also shocked, the hand holding the microphone was a little loose. He originally thought that this matter was done seamlessly, but he didn't expect Song Bingjue to know about it a long time ago. He said with a guilty conscience:

"I'm doing it for your own good! Being so fascinated by such a woman who has no family etiquette, how can Xinrao not match you in terms of family background, appearance and ability? Besides, she is Xiao Si's aunt. You married her and entered the house. She will also be nice to Xiao Si. Mu Wan'an, what's good about her? Huh?"

As he spoke, his voice became louder and louder uncontrollably, and the smile on Song Bingjue's face became colder and colder. Uncle Li knew that something was wrong when he saw it, and Mr. Song on the other end of the phone kept talking more and more vigorously:
"... I heard you mean that you want to deal with your biological father for such a woman. I really regret that I taught you these things. You..."

"how do I?"

Hearing those remarks, Song Bingjue's eyes showed a bit of sarcasm, "Since father can use such despicable means to a weak woman who has no power to restrain the old, then I will do it. It’s not out of line, is it?”

As soon as he finished speaking, he only heard the voice of Mr. Song gasping for breath. After a while, he hung up the phone heavily.

Mu Wan'an looked at the man standing in front of her. After he handed the microphone back to Uncle Li, he didn't say anything to him. He just went upstairs. It was obvious that he was not in a good mood.

Mu Wan'an and Uncle Li were the only ones left in the huge living room. Uncle Li felt as if he was holding the microphone while holding the microphone. Ms. Mu took the shot, muttered a few times, but she still felt guilty and said:

"Madam, I'm sorry. I didn't expect what happened to the master... He was not like this before, and he himself is not a person who will target women. Please don't blame the master! Don't have any prejudice against the young master... ...I believe that if the master sees the real you, he will definitely like you very much!"

Looking at the old man who bowed and kept apologizing, Mu Wan'an could only sigh, and helped him up:

"Uncle Li, you are serious. I knew about this a long time ago. Instead of blaming others, I might as well look at it. I have no background, I am just an ordinary woman, and I am still divorced. The old man can't see it." It's only human nature to go to me."

Seeing that Uncle Li wanted to say something, Mu Wanan said in a timely manner:

"I don't think Bingjue is in a very good mood. I'll go up and have a look first. Uncle Li, go and do other things."

Hearing that she was going to see the young master, Uncle Li quickly swallowed back the words that came to his lips, he nodded and remained silent.

Mu Wan'an walked to the study room, but there was no one there. She came to Song Bingjue's bedroom again, and the man with his back to her took off his long windbreaker jacket, revealing the white shirt that wrapped his thin but handsome body, making him look taller and taller. .

He seemed to be arranging his cuffs, Mu Wan'an stopped, and stood at the door with some hesitation, not knowing whether he should go in or not.

"Come in."

It seemed that she had been lingering at the door for too long, and the man who had been standing in the room without turning around suddenly spoke.Mu Wan'an didn't hesitate anymore, she went straight in, and asked softly not far from him:

"How are you?"

As soon as the words fell, she was a little annoyed, why did she ask such a question, how could she be as powerful as Song Bingjue, and... lonely because of these trivial matters.

"I'm not well right now.

The movements of his hands continued, and he spoke intermittently: "When your kidnapping case just ended, I knew there was something behind it."

"I didn't want you to know about this. He has been in business in China for many years, and his contacts are still there. You know, it's better not to know."

Having said that, he looked back at her: "you shouldn't understand this feeling of powerlessness."

There was a deep sense of fatigue in his eyes, which seemed to pass by just for a moment. When Mu Wan'an looked over carefully again, he was still as invulnerable as usual. For a moment, Mu Wan'an I feel dazzled.

But she knew that the moment just now was real.

She lowered her eyelids, not knowing what to say, but still mustered up the courage to reveal her heart:
"Actually... I knew it a long time ago. When I went to the orphanage that day, I met your father's subordinates. I knew it at that time.

To be honest, I have been holding a sigh of relief in my heart, because you did not tell me the truth, plus those things later... maybe I am not blaming your father, but because of your deception, I can't let go of it for a long time. "

Song Bingjue stopped what he was doing. He didn't turn around, but just listened to her silently. Her tone was slightly uncertain:

"Sometimes I think, what kind of feelings do I have for you? When I treat you, even if there is a violent emotional conflict, I have to restrain myself. Even if I tell myself to be honest, there is still no way to do it. arrive."

Did I get the answer I wanted?
There was a slight twitch between the eyebrows, and Song Bingjue looked back at her with some unknown emotion in his eyes:

"why?"

"Why? I have also thought about this question countless times. I thought it was because I didn't put myself in the right position, so I had such troubles, but after thinking about it, it was not the case. Life is like this sometimes, and there are always some There is no way to know the answer to the question, and now I have let it go. We... just like this are fine."

"That's good too?"

Repeating this sentence in a cold tone, Song Bingjue walked over slowly, his tall figure getting closer and closer made Mu Wan'an's sense of urgency even heavier, she took two steps back nervously, but was gently embraced by him Stopped, his eyes stared at her very seriously:
"But I'm not fine at all."

"You, what's wrong with you? I think you're pretty good..."

The two were so close that Mu Wan'an was so nervous that she lost her breath. She quickly took Song Bingjue's hand off her body, then took two steps back, her eyes flustered and she didn't know where to put it.

Seeing Song Bingjue took another step towards her, Mu Wan'an took two steps back more and more nervously, until she touched the wall behind her, she swallowed:
"The two of us still keep a certain distance to talk, so that we will be more comfortable..."

"But I only feel happy when I'm close to you."

His low and mellow voice sounded in her ears, and Mu Wan'an's earlobes turned red in an instant, this person's wives, wives, wives are too bad, how could anyone speak so close to other people's ears!
His breath gently sprayed against her ears, Mu Wan'an hurriedly covered her ears and jumped aside, staring at him vigilantly as if looking at a pervert:
"Let's keep this distance and talk now! You are not allowed to get any closer!"