Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

"It seems that Mrs. Chen and Mr. Chen still know how to be ashamed."

The security guard who was watching the theater next to her and the taxi driver who brought her back had mocking smiles on their faces. Mu Wan'an also had no intention of entanglement with the Chen family's parents. She left a word of unknown meaning and left without caring Chen's parents yelled behind her.

"If you want me to say that you shouldn't have been so low-spirited just now! Look, you really broke her!"

Glancing at the woman who disappeared from sight, Mother Chen couldn't help blaming her husband beside her. In her opinion, a woman like Mu Wan'an didn't deserve the way he treated him just now:
"That's all right now, in the future she will definitely go around talking about how our husband and wife begged her..."

"enough--"

Father Chen, who was already in an extremely bad mood, was even more annoyed by the thoughts of the woman beside him. He stopped her sharply, glared at her and looked away, and said:

"Now we are the ones begging for help! Do you think you can order others to do things as proudly as before?"

Seeing Mother Chen's still unwilling expression, Father Chen warned her:

"You can give me peace of mind. If you can't lower your airs, you can get out of the car! My daughter is still in prison, do you still want to rescue her?"

I didn't think it before, but now after encountering so many things, Father Chen realizes how important a smart wife is. Now at this time, she is still focused on showing off!

"Okay, I'll go back to the car now!"

Her husband has been very vicious towards her recently, Madam Chen really didn't want to stay here to suffer, so she turned around and walked towards the car not far away.

When Mu Wan'an returned to Song Zhai, Xiao Si was playing puzzles with Lu Tingting in the living room.

She looked around, Song Bingjue didn't seem to be here?

Just when she was wondering, Uncle Li stepped forward to remind her in time:
"Ma'am, Mr. went into the study as soon as he came back, but he ordered that you must make your favorite Chaoshan porridge for dinner."

Hearing Uncle Li say these words in a serious tone, Mu Wan'an felt deeply guilty. What is "her favorite"?It feels like she is saying that she is as gluttonous as a child... She just sat down on the sofa when Song Bingjue came down the stairs. The woman on the couch:

"Wanwan, I asked the kitchen to make your favorite Chaoshan porridge, you must eat more."

Mu Wan'an: "..."

Uncle Li was still watching... Her face was indifferent, but he didn't have any self-consciousness. He sat down beside her, thinking like an elderly woman:

"Chaoshan porridge is bland and very nourishing to the stomach. It's good for you to eat it, but you are too thin Wanwan. Every time I see it, I wish I could stuff you with more rice."

"Song Bingjue..."

Seeing that the man naturally picked up a pear from the fruit plate on the table and peeled it for her, Mu Wan'an looked at him, took a deep breath and said:

"Has anyone ever told you that you're long-winded?"

"……No."

The man who was peeling the skin paused, and a thin skin broke off. Mu Wan'an thought it was his words that hurt him, and when he was about to say something to remedy it, he said again:
"If Wanwan thinks that I'm long-winded, then I'll be long-winded. It's okay to be long-winded to my own woman."

Mu Wan'an: "..."

Who is this teasing man in front of me?It must not be Song Bingjue!

When she was alone in the wind, Song Bingjue had already peeled the pear and handed it to her.

Looking down at the clean pear in his hand, Mu Wan'an saw him put the knife away, and asked in a daze:
"Aren't you going to eat? How about I share half of it with you?"

"Pears can't be shared."

Seeing that she was going to get the knife, Song Bingjue grabbed her hand. He turned his head and looked back at her seriously:
"To divide the pears is to separate."

"How can there be such a thing? It's the 21st century, why are you still so superstitious?"

Surprised by his seriousness, Mu Wan'an smiled slightly, and she leaned over and asked half-jokingly:
"It's not like a man would have such a delicate mind. Come on, who told you this?"

It's you.

Seeing her face so close at hand, Song Bingjue almost blurted out, but he still held back forcefully, and he smiled:
"My mother said it."

With that said, he held Mu Wan'an's hand and said softly:

"Now I can be with you like this, even if it's just getting along so plainly, I feel very happy."

His eyes did not seem to be happy, but more of a surging sadness.

Mu Wan'an looked into his eyes, and it took a long time before she looked away. She said softly:
"I see. Pears can't be shared... Unless you let me go first, I won't leave. If one day, you get tired of me and you give me the pears, I will understand everything."

Her voice was very low, with a little alienation, Song Bingjue reached out and hugged her into his arms, this sudden sadness made him a little at a loss:

"We won't be apart, I promise."

Just as the two were hugging each other quietly, Song Bingjue suddenly noticed his son and Tingting not far away. Xiaosi tilted his head and looked at his parents who were "hugging and hugging". Tingting pointed to her embrace.

Lu Tingting glanced at him in confusion, and then continued to lower his head to fill in a piece of the puzzle. Seeing that she didn't understand what he meant, Xiaosi pushed the puzzle away anxiously, pointed to the direction of the sofa, and then pointed point to oneself.

With such a big movement, Mu Wan'an also felt that something was wrong. He saw Xiaosi and Tingting staring at him with scorching eyes, and then realized that he was in the living room, and immediately pulled himself out of his arms. Sitting quietly, but with a hint of enthusiasm on his face:
"Children can't do this... Xiaosi quickly take Tingting to wash his hands, dinner should be ready, we can have dinner."

After finishing speaking, she planned to hide in the kitchen, but Song Bingjue blocked her way. She couldn't help stepping on his foot, and then walked around him and left.

When she came to the kitchen, Mu Wan'an couldn't help but reached out and touched her face, it was still very hot, so she quickly took some water and patted her face, only then did she feel better.

When she was sitting at the dining table, Mu Wan'an remembered that she had met the Chen family's parents at the gate of Yulong Bay just now. Although they had a bad attitude, she couldn't really say nothing. She put down the bowl and chopsticks:
"Bingjue, is Chen Xinrao still locked up? When I came back, I met the Chen family. They seem to have been waiting outside."

"Then let them wait."

Regarding this news, Song Bingjue's expression was flat. He served her a bowl of porridge, and he had no intention of interfering with it at all.

"Oh."

Since he didn't want to care about it, Mu Wan'an would not intercede for Chen Xinrao or anything. If she had already brought her here, it would be regarded as the utmost benevolence.

After working and worrying for the day, Mu Wan'an fell asleep on the bed as soon as she took a shower. When Song Bingjue walked into the room, she was already asleep like a piglet.

"Late night..."

Looking at her flushed face in sleep, he looked at her with heavy eyes, and stroked his fingers, slowly sketching on her face.

She is dreaming again.

In her sleep, she knew that what she experienced was just an illusion, but she still couldn't help but feel palpitations following the changes in the scene in her dream.

In a pure white room, a girl was lying on the bed wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown. Her complexion was not good, her skin was pale and transparent, and the wrist bones exposed by the cuffs protruded sharply. In stark contrast, she High belly.

The equipment in the ward looks very expensive, unlike ordinary wards.She couldn't help approaching the house step by step, and a question flashed in her mind:
Who is this?
She approached cautiously, but the girl who had been looking out of the window suddenly turned her head. Her green eyebrows and eyes, with a long-lost familiarity, were exactly the same as her in her youth!
How could this be? !

She was startled, and when she couldn't stop backing away, a man passed by her, and he sat down beside the hospital bed.

So she didn't see herself... She breathed a sigh of relief, and saw that the man who came in took a pear and peeled it very familiarly, and when he was about to cut it in half, he just looked at his girl quietly But he reached out and stopped him:

"You can't cut a pear."

She saw "she" smiled, and there was a little scarletness on her pale face, the man asked softly:
"Huh? Why?"

"Dividing pears means separation. This is a very bad omen."

After finishing speaking, "she" on the hospital bed suddenly turned her gaze to her—this direction that should have been nothingness, and showed a strange smile:

"Are you right?"

The man also followed the line of sight of "her" and looked over——

was taken aback.

Mu Wan'an suddenly opened her eyes, she gasped for breath, her back was wet with sweat.Just now, she was only a little short of seeing the man's face clearly...

Unable to explain what she was feeling, she supported the bed and sat up. Song Bingjue, who had just fallen asleep, immediately noticed it. He also sat up, noticing her disordered breathing, and asked:
"What's wrong? Had a nightmare?"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for her to answer, he turned on the lamp, brought a cup of warm water from outside and put it in front of her:

"Drink some warm water. Don't be afraid, I'm here..."

This dream is so real... It took Mu Wan'an a long time to get rid of the feeling of palpitations. She looked at the man with a concerned face, not wanting to make him worry, and comforted him instead:

"It's okay...it's just a dream. I'm fine. Go on to sleep."

After making sure she was fine, Song Bingjue watched her retract her little head into the quilt, and then lay down beside her, but this time, he held her tightly in his arms.

Since then, there has been no dream.