Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

Originally, the two of them were planning to go to Guanjiang International for dinner. The car had just driven downstairs when Song Bingjue suddenly remembered that Jiang Sheng opened a private restaurant nearby, so he said with a smile:
"Jiang Sheng also opened a restaurant here. It is said that it only caters to our friends. I heard from them that the dishes here are very good."

"Private kitchen?"

Mu Wan'an is also very curious. To be honest, although the chefs of the Song family are skilled, they will get a little tired after eating for a long time. "It sounds very good."

Seeing her greedy look, he couldn't help laughing:

"It seems that the best way to capture a woman's heart is from the stomach."

"This can't be regarded as a bonus item, at best it can only be regarded as icing on the cake."

Leaning at him, Mu Wan'an took out her mobile phone and checked the news. Song Jiajia said that the studio is still busy, so she can handle things here with peace of mind.

He took her into the alley next to Guanjiang International. The alley is not wide, and both sides are covered with verdant creepers and morning glory. The outside is a metropolis of reinforced concrete. When you walk in like this, it feels like you have come to a paradise. .

He held her hand and walked in slowly. After going around this section of the road, there was a small yard with seasonal vegetables and a small lemon tree occasionally. At the end of the land, some mimosa were planted. , and then - a small building stood in the depths of the yard, quietly, as if waiting for someone to knock.

"Could there be no one..."

The courtyard was extremely quiet, and Mu Wan'an didn't even dare to speak too loudly. This place is really quiet amidst the hustle and bustle. In front is the extremely bustling Guanjiang International. There are countless people coming and going every day. Who would have thought that there would be a Such a world?
"No, it is said that there are people here 24 hours a day."

Explaining to her with a smile, Song Bingjue walked to the door first, and gave her a reassuring look:

"Even if we are not here, we have nothing to lose. In the worst case, we will go to Guanjiang International."

As soon as the voice fell, the door was opened from the inside, and a young girl poked her head out. She had a refreshing ponytail and her face was full of doubts:

"you are?"

"I'm Song Bingjue, Jiang Sheng's friend."

Bringing Mu Wan'an in front of him, he introduced:
"This is my wife, Mu Wan."

"My cousin mentioned it to me."

Opening the door a crack, the girl said nervously:
"Cousin is also here, and Cousin Cheng, but the two of them seem to be arguing... Shall I arrange a new room for you?"

Two people who are so close will quarrel?
Song Bingjue and Mu Wan'an both had such a thought in their minds, and they looked at each other, but they chose not to ask any more questions in tacit understanding, followed the girl to a reception room, and sat down here.

"They're all home-cooked dishes."

The girl handed over the menu, and the girl smiled shyly. Seeing that she called Jiang Sheng her cousin, Mu Wanan must be related, and the family conditions should not be bad. After ordering a few dishes, she asked:
"Did you grow all the vegetables outside? I think they are growing well. Can you make us some stir-fried vegetables or something?"

"It's just some home-cooked food. If you have anything you want to eat, just let me know."

That girl is also a neat person, after finalizing the menu, she took it away.

The sound insulation of the old house seems to be not very good. Sitting in the room, the two of them could faintly hear the quarrel in the next room, but it seemed that Cheng Wushuang was talking excitedly all the time, and Jiang Sheng rarely spoke to him.

"..."

This is a bit embarrassing.

Although she couldn't hear the content clearly, Mu Wan'an still felt embarrassed. She turned her head aside, "Should we leave at this time? I feel that the two of them may need to have a good talk."

"It would be nice for the two of them to quarrel."

Regarding this situation, Song Bingjue didn't think too much about it. Jiang Sheng is not a person who cares too much, and he is usually tolerant of Cheng Wushuang. This time it should be the same as before.

"They seem a little serious this time..."

I don't know how to tell Song Bingjue, Mu Wan'an doesn't want him to know that he has been to "Yeyu", so he can only bite the bullet and say:
"The last time Cheng Wushuang came to the studio, he said that there was something wrong between him and Jiang Sheng."

After she finished speaking, she felt that she was blushing, but she was lucky in her heart. She wasn't lying, but she didn't explain the matter clearly to him...

"It's rare for them to be at loggerheads for so long."

Somewhat surprised, Song Bingjue explained to Mu Wan'an with a smile:
"Cheng Wushuang has a domineering personality, a bit like a child who hasn't grown up. In the past, Jiang Sheng followed him in everything. I didn't expect to argue with him for so long this time."

As soon as the voice fell, the door was hurriedly pushed open by the girl. She looked nervous, "Mr. Song, I know that you and my cousin are good friends. Can you come forward to persuade the two of them? I see them The two quarreled fiercely..."

"Is it really that powerful?"

He didn't really want to care about these things, but it seemed that there was a sense of indifference when he heard the movement, so he stood up and took Mu Wan'an to their box. Jiang Sheng's cousin led the way, she knocked on the door, and the inside In an instant, Jiang Sheng's voice with a little anger came:
"Didn't I tell you not to come over?"

"I asked her to bring us here."

Song Bingjue didn't expect that Jiang Sheng, who was always indifferent to emotions, would become so angry. Cheng Wushuang must have gone too far this time, so he took the initiative to speak.

Jiang Sheng, who was sitting in the room, looked at Cheng Wushuang, who was extremely angry, and raised his eyebrows, meaning that Song Bingjue is here, and you still want to make trouble here?

There was a large table of dishes in front of the two of them, but now it was completely cold, Cheng Wushuang threw all the bowls and chopsticks that could be smashed on the ground, his chest heaved heavily with anger, and the anger in his eyes was obvious:
"Jiang Sheng! We're not done with this matter! I'll let you go today!"

Jiang Sheng looked at Cheng Wushuang who finally calmed down, and his anger also dissipated a little. He didn't have much objection to Cheng Wushuang's unilateral declaration:

"Of course. If you want to continue arguing here, I can accompany you."

It's...shameless!
Turning his head to the side in disgust, he didn't want to look at Jiang Sheng again, and tried his best to control his emotions:
"We'll talk about this later."

This is a temporary truce.

Jiang Sheng suppressed the depression in his chest, and opened the door with a calm demeanor. Standing at the door was his cousin, Mu Wan'an, who was at a loss, and Song Bingjue, who was obviously coming to see a play. He smiled as if nothing had happened:
"I didn't expect such a small incident to shock you all."

Hearing him say "a small matter", Cheng Wushuang, who was sitting inside, almost flipped the table in front of him, is this a small matter?Is the matter of his majestic Young Master Cheng a trivial matter?

After all, some things were hard to say in front of them, so he could only snort heavily to express his dissatisfaction.

"Cheng Wushuang is still angry?"

Hearing this movement, Song Bingjue couldn't help being a little amused. He looked at Jiang Sheng, "Haven't you coaxed him well yet?"

"Who wants him to coax? Who is he to me?"

Hearing this sentence, Cheng Wushuang felt extremely uncomfortable. He stood up angrily. This sentence was obviously addressed to Jiang Sheng:

"My surname is Cheng and his surname is Jiang. We can't get together!"

Frowning almost imperceptibly, Jiang Cheng glanced at Cheng Wushuang, Cheng Wushuang immediately understood what he meant, he told him to stop, and he was so angry that he smashed the pillow on the sofa to the ground:
"What? Do you have the guts to admit it? I mistakenly made a friend like you!"

"Calm down, everyone!"

Seeing that Jiang Sheng was about to explode, Song Bingjue's face darkened, and he stopped Jiang Sheng.Under Song Bingjue's reminder, Jiang Sheng also regained his sanity. He endured and endured, but said word by word:

"Did you make a friend like me by mistake? I wish I never knew you, Mr. Cheng!"

With that said, he went back to the sofa opposite Cheng Wushuang and sat down, allowing Song Bingjue to participate in the quarrel by default. Song Bingjue took Mu Wan'an and sat down on the sofa in the middle. He took a look and was still standing there stiffly. Cheng Wushuang, "Sit down and talk about something."

"..."

Hearing this, Cheng Wushuang glared at Jiang Sheng again, and sat down on the sofa, but his face was still very ugly.

"Why are you two arguing so much?"

Noticing the untouched food on the table, Song Bingjue roughly guessed that Jiang Sheng must bow his head to invite Cheng Wushuang for this meal. In the past, as long as Jiang Sheng bowed his head, Cheng Wushuang would not continue to make trouble. This time...

Both Jiang Sheng and Cheng Wushuang chose to remain silent. Cheng Wushuang wanted to let others know how disgusting Jiang Sheng was, but he couldn't shake everything about himself and him, so he could only stare at him angrily:
"He knows what he has done! I have never seen such a person! Shameless and disgusting to the extreme! I really regret that I regard him as a brother!"

"You see me as a brother?"

Unable to sneer, Jiang Sheng stared at him with eyes that wanted to tear him apart and swallow him, "Brother is the existence who wants to clean up your mess anytime and anywhere? Brother is the shield you use to dismiss your many suitors? Brother Is he the one who comes and goes when you call him? Cheng Wushuang, your brother, I really don't want to be that!"

"you--"

When Cheng Wushuang was about to retort, he was interrupted by Song Bingjue. He looked at the two people who refused to let each other, and felt a little headache:
"I didn't ask you to talk about this. I just want to know what you are fighting here for this time?"

The two who were pointing at each other's eloquence just now fell silent again. Jiang Cheng frowned. He looked at Cheng Wushuang who was also hesitant in front of him, and thought:
You can't tell Brother Song that he took care of Cheng Wushuang, can you?Or when the other party was drunk and unconscious...