Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

"Is it……"

Not taking her words to heart, Song Jiajia's thoughts returned to the scene in her memory. Even if such a person appeared, she couldn't compare to him...

After finally seeing off most of the guests, Mu Wan'an was so tired that she didn't want to move her fingers, but suddenly remembered that Li Nian, the senior, was still waiting in the reception room, and walked over after asking Song Jiajia for leave. At the door, I saw a gentle young man concentrating on flipping through the magazines on the table, with a smile overflowing on his face:
"Senior, I'm a little busy at the opening today. I'm really sorry for leaving you here for so long."

"I know, I also want to take a look today...I didn't expect the two of you to manage it so well."

Originally, I just wanted to come and see her. Seeing that she was well, Li Nian didn't have any worries, but the sadness in his heart was true, "By the way... I heard that you and Song Bingjue are living very well, and I wish you well. .”

"Life is always about looking forward."

Thinking of the beauty and peace now, Mu Wan'an's lips were stained with a smile. She looked at the senior who had been taking good care of her in front of her, and couldn't help persuading:

"Senior, you have to think about yourself. I'm married twice and you're still single. You won't be afraid of your old classmates' jokes if you tell it."

"Only when you meet someone with feelings can you look forward."

Carefully rubbing the smooth paper with his hands, Li Nian couldn't express the bitterness in his heart, so he could only forcefully smile and say:

"You are still in charge of me now. I wonder if you still have time to preach to me when the studio is busy in the future."

"Where is this preaching..."

After mumbling a few words, Mu Wan'an wanted to say something more, but Song Jiajia outside called out, there must be something wrong, so she could only stand up apologetically and leave first.

Looking at her back, Li Nian lowered his head to look at the magazine in his hand. The pages of the book had been crumpled and creased. He sighed, as if he was talking to himself:

"What are you still thinking about..."

"Jiajia, what's the matter?"

As soon as he went out, he saw Song Jiajia standing at the door, who didn't look like he had something to do, Mu Wanan asked.

"Is there something wrong with this flower basket?"

Now, it was already afternoon, and the guests who had visited before had left in a hurry. The employees were clearing the flower baskets outside. Song Jiajia frowned and looked at the rose and letter flower baskets, and finally asked.

"I noticed something was wrong when Han Xiu came over, and I didn't ask you at that time... Do you know who sent these flower baskets?"

"You ask me, I don't know either."

Sighing, Mu Wan'an looked at these flower baskets, a little worry flashed in her eyes:

"No signature... I don't know anyone else in City A who is so generous."

"That's not a bad thing either."

Seeing her frowning deeply, Song Jiajia's heart trembled, and she tried her best not to think badly, "Maybe this is one of my invisible admirers."

With a forced smile, Mu Wan'an also joked:
"If you are so willing to spend money for you, you must grasp it well. It doesn't matter if you have money, as long as you have a heart that is willing to spend money for you."

"Based on that, you have to hold onto Song Bingjue firmly. Not only is this man rich, but he is also willing to spend money on you."

Thinking of so many Bulgarian roses, which were specially airlifted back, Song Jiajia felt pain in her flesh, and she said enviously:
"If only my sweetheart could treat me like this... Well, I can only think about it now."

"What are you talking about!"

Seeing the yearning look on her friend's face, Mu Wan'an knew that she was still thinking about that person and didn't want her to continue thinking about it, so she pushed her:
"If you don't work hard, you're just here to think about everything... Maybe you have to wait for some fate, wait and wait, and that person will appear."

As soon as the words fell, a silver-gray Aston Martin sports car parked outside the studio. The employees who were originally carrying the flower basket couldn't help but stop, staring at the sports car with envy.

"Which friend of your family is this?"

Seeing the license plate, Song Jiajia couldn't help joking:
"So rich, I definitely don't know-"

As soon as the words were finished, her eyes turned to the expensive sports car casually, but the people coming down from it immediately made her lose even the desire to speak.

At the same time, many of the female employees present were fascinated by him. Compared with the fresh meat packaged in TV programs, this person really looks like a "god descending from the earth".

Not to mention his exquisite eyebrows, his whole body style and slender figure are very eye-catching.

--Why is he here?

Shouldn't he be in England now?How could it appear in the country?It looks like he should be Song Bingjue's friend...

In an instant, thousands of thoughts flashed through her mind, but she couldn't say anything, she could only watch the person who got off the car walk to her side with a smile like a spring breeze, and said to her... Mu Wan said:

"Sister-in-law, I came here specifically to ask for a reward from you! I was woken up early this morning by Jiang Sheng to deliver your car...I don't know where I offended Brother Song, so I could only sit on the side of the road Waiting for Jiang Sheng to take me back."

As he said that, he showed an aggrieved expression on his face: "I just returned to China not long ago, and I'm not familiar with the place, Song Ge still bullies me like this..."

"what?"

Unexpectedly, Cheng Wushuang would come to find her. After listening to him chattering about what happened, Mu Wan'an felt a little funny, but when she thought of him waiting in the cold wind for so long and felt sorry for him, she took the initiative to say:
"We were in a hurry when we left. Maybe that's why he was negligent... Tell me, what do you want? As long as it is within my ability, I can promise you."

"I heard that my sister-in-law is the most experienced in dealing with the kind of scheming whore Bai Lianhua."

Thinking of the white lotus that frequently appeared in his life recently, Cheng Wushuang felt that his mood had fallen to the bottom. He had heard about Mu Wan'an's fight with Chen Xinrao, and he had great confidence in her:
"As long as my sister-in-law can help me teach her a lesson, I, Cheng Wushuang, will be on call for anything you need in the future."

"It turned out that he used me as a weapon..."

Taking a meaningful look at Cheng Wushuang, Mu Wan'an couldn't help but smile and asked:

"Does Bingjue know that you came to me for help?"

"Brother Song, dear, I'm afraid I'll tire you out... If I tell him, won't I be courting death?"

Thinking of Song Bingjue's black-faced god, Cheng Wushuang's expression became bitter, and he sighed:

"Sister-in-law, you can do me a favor, my life has been disrupted by this woman, and now she is destroying the relationship between me and my brother, think about it, if our brotherhood is ruined by a woman, What a shame!"

Having said that, there was a look of anticipation on his face again. Coupled with his exquisite face, Mu Wan'an's refusal words could not be uttered anyway. She looked at Song Jiajia full of embarrassment , looked at Cheng Wushuang again and said:
"It's just that I'm still working..."

"This should be the partner of sister-in-law's studio, Ms. Song?"

Facing this stranger, Cheng Wushuang's attitude was rather cold. He showed a sinister but not too friendly smile, "I wonder if I can use Mu Wan'an now?"

The person whom she had been thinking about for so long suddenly appeared in front of her, and Song Jiajia couldn't get back to her senses. She didn't wake up until Mu Wan'an secretly pinched her:

"Okay, okay, there's nothing else going on in the studio at this time, good night, you can get off work first."

Sensing that Song Jiajia was a little out of sorts since Cheng Wushuang appeared, Mu Wan'an was a little worried about her, so she pulled her inside in the name of taking things:
"Jiajia, what's wrong with you? Why do I think you're a little weird?"

"I'm fine... I just think this person looks familiar."

Unwilling to say it directly, Song Jiajia tentatively asked, "Is this person also Song Bingjue's friend? He looks...really good-looking."

"You should know this person."

Unexpectedly, her friend felt the same way. Mu Wan'an laughed, but the expression on Song Jiajia's face became more and more anxious. She stammered:
"I know?"

"Didn't Han Xiu bring some cases today? You still read his name."

In terms of appearance alone, Cheng Wushuang is indeed worthy of the praise of "Young Master Shi Wushuang". Mu Wan'an praised:
"Don't look at him like a child when he talks to me, but he only gets three points close to me because of Bingjue's face. I think he is really bright, wise and stupid. .”

"I didn't expect you to think so highly of him."

Recalling his name, the guilty conscience on Song Jiajia's face also faded. She thought it was Wan An who found out that Cheng Wushuang was the one she liked, "But he looks really good-looking."

"Okay, now I'll help him get rid of this white lotus."

Seeing that her friend's face was getting better, Mu Wan'an didn't think much about it, she took her bag and left first. Song Jiajia went out and looked at the back of the man leaving. Compared with the blurred memory, this was her first time. This time I was so close to him.

After getting in the car, Mu Wan'an looked at the man with a dignified expression on his face, and couldn't help feeling a little puzzled:

"I don't think you're the one who can't deal with a woman. Why can't you deal with a white lotus this time?"

"My father said it's a virtue to show respect to ladies..."

Thinking of this, Cheng Wushuang's eyes were stained with gloom, a little dejected:
"I didn't like to attack women since I was a child. You asked me to win a girl's favor, that's very simple; but if you want to deal with them, then I don't know anything about it."

Cheng Wushuang, who was full of helplessness, made Mu Wan'an very funny. She said relaxedly:

"Forget it, forget it, I will teach you a good lesson this time. But when it comes to tearing white lotus flowers with hands, Jia Jia is a top-notch expert..."