Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

"What dream did you have last night? I think you have been sleeping restlessly."

When eating in the morning, Song Bingjue looked at the woman with a little blue eyes and asked with concern.

"Did I trouble you?"

Thinking that her poor sleeping appearance disturbed him, Mu Wan'an was full of guilt, she sighed, "I think we should sleep in separate rooms in the future, and I can't let you sleep badly because of my affairs."

"I slept well last night."

Seeing that she wanted to share a room, Song Bingjue said calmly:

"Someone is hugging me all the time, it looks so warm, how can I not sleep well?"

"..."

Glancing at Xiao Si who curiously raised his head to look at himself and then at Song Bingjue, Mu Wan'an stretched out his legs and stepped on him, saying:

"Say these things in front of your kids early in the morning..."

Seeing that she finally didn't mention the matter of sleeping in separate rooms, Song Bingjue didn't continue to say anything. He put down his fork in satisfaction, "I'm full."

After sending Xiaosi to the car, Mu Wan'an just got into the car, and Song Bingjue, who was sitting beside her, put down the Financial Times in his hand, "You haven't told me why I have nightmares."

When this person is stubborn, he really has a fight with Xiaosi... Mu Wan'an smiled helplessly, and then said:

"It's nothing special... I think it's because of too much pressure recently. I dreamed of a girl who looked exactly like me yesterday. She was sitting in the ward, and she should be pregnant..."

For some reason, she instinctively didn't want to talk about the man in the back, and concealed her guilt by lowering her head and flipping through her bag, so she also missed the flash of solemn look on the face of the man sitting beside her.

"It should be a dream caused by too much pressure."

With a slight cough, Song Bingjue whispered:

"It seems that you should relax for a while. If you continue like this, I'm worried that your body won't be able to handle it."

"How come, everyone comes here like this, besides, my workload is not much."

Worried that he would not allow him to continue working, Mu Wan'an quickly explained:
"Other people have a lot more stress in life than me, isn't it okay? You can't corrupt me."

That's what he said casually originally, Song Bingjue knew that he was too busy with work and didn't have much time to accompany her, so letting her go to work was the best way.

Along the way, Song Bingjue looked at the woman sitting beside him from time to time. Her face had no special expression, she was still peaceful, and she didn't seem to have any reaction to this dream.

For some reason, there was always a special kind of anxiety spreading in his heart. He rubbed his temples, and he could only hope that this dream was just an accident.

When they came to the studio, Mu Wan'an bumped into Song Jiajia who was explaining work matters. Song Jiajia briefly explained the work during the period, and then said to Mu Wan'an:
"I listened to you and decided to relax. If this continues, I will go crazy."

"You can think so."

Unexpectedly, she actually listened to what she said this time, and Mu Wan'an couldn't help but smiled in relief:
"The list in the studio is not very urgent. If it is too urgent, it may lead to a decline in quality. Compared with my own body, work is not so important."

"Yeah, I've been too anxious all this time."

Smiling reluctantly, Song Jiajia knew that her friend was explaining why she left the studio suddenly in front of the staff, so she patted her on the shoulder, "The work of the studio these two days depends entirely on you, I'm going to Japan Play for a few days."

"You can go at ease."

Mu Wan'an laughed:
"At least there won't be any big trouble."

After sending Song Jiajia away, Mu Wan'an was about to return to her office when an employee of a flower shop knocked on the door:

"Hello, is Miss Mu Wan'an here? Here is a bouquet of flowers for you."

flower?For yourself?
Amidst the booing of the employees, Mu Wan'an changed her pace and took the bouquet of flowers from the flower shop employees.

The employee holding a large bouquet of roses was wearing a hat and was very tall. Mu Wan'an didn't look at his face carefully, but just took the bouquet from him, "Who sent this to me?"

She picked up the card above, but there was only a handwritten sentence of "Best wishes to you" in English, without a signature.

"I don't know, probably... a very handsome admirer?"

The employee boy pressed the brim of his hat, and said in a very unnatural voice, Mu Wan'an looked up at him, and said indifferently:
"Okay, thank you."

The employee brother who walked out of the studio suppressed the trembling of his body, and walked slowly under a tree where no one was paying attention. After no one paid attention to him, he took off his hat, which covered his original delicate face, To make it look like an ordinary person, he raised his hand and looked at this hand obsessively...

It was this hand that just touched her...

He took a deep breath, and laughed wildly, even the driver who rushed over looked a little terrified, he whispered to remind the owner who seemed a little abnormal:
"Master, the master called. He asked you to go back to attend the date with Miss Meng."

"If he wants to go, he can go by himself, don't involve me!"

Suddenly being interrupted, Liu Zicheng was in a bad mood. He squinted at the driver who dared not say a word, and snorted coldly:
"Are you doing something for him?"

"Master, I..."

The driver with unspeakable misery was sweating on his head. He hesitated for a long time before he could say a complete sentence:
"You also know the master's methods. You have already made him very unhappy when you came back rashly this time. If you don't do what he said, I'm afraid you will be sent abroad again and ordered not to come back... "

Hearing what he said, Liu Zicheng's eyes couldn't help but darken. After hesitating a few times, he could only compromise.

"Then I'll force myself to meet that Meng Linlin..."

After speaking, he took one last look at the woman in the studio across the road who was puzzled by the card, got in the car and left.

In the studio, Mu Wan'an, who was holding flowers, sat back in her office. Looking at the bouquet she had placed on the chair, she couldn't help feeling a deep doubt in her heart:

Who actually gave me the flowers?
It couldn't be Song Bingjue, he would never entrust these things to anyone other than Han Xiu... Who else could it be?

When she was still puzzled, a husky male voice unique to puberty rang out:
"I'm looking for Miss Mu Wan'an, is he there?"

Hearing this voice, Mu Wan'an knew that Lu Donglin should be looking for her. She quickly opened the door and said to the secretary who was talking to the boy:

"Don't stop him from now on, he is my cousin."

Lu Donglin, who was still carrying a schoolbag, called his cousin greenly, and then entered the office.

"Are you 16 years old this year?"

Seeing the eager boy in his eyes, Mu Wan'an knew that he cared about Lin Weihai as much, and couldn't help feeling a little warmth in her heart, she whispered:

"Weihai's situation is very bad now. I think it's time to rescue her."

"Then how should we save her? Didn't you say that the guards are strict there? What can I do?"

Hearing the news, he couldn't help leaning forward slightly, "Tell me, as long as I can help, I will definitely help!"

"Actually, I want you to apply for Yeyu's temporary waiter. When she escapes, you will cover her inside, and I will respond outside. Only by cooperating with the inside and outside can it be successful."

She knew that these rich people's tolerance for women would not be too high, and dudes might be even worse, so there was not much time left for her.

"I'll go now!"

Looking at the boy who picked up his schoolbag, Mu Wan'an stopped him:

"Night Desire will not recruit you to come to the door. Their people must pass strict investigations."

She also knew something about Night Desire, which has long been a dirty place where the rich and powerful of City A secretly meet. The requirements for manpower are very strict, and it is not easy to enter.

"So, I'm going to ask you to pretend to be my cousin and be recommended by my friends to people who want to go to the night. After you go in, listen more and do less, and don't show your feet. When you want to do something, I will notify you. Don't act rashly without notifying you."

Mu Wan'an knew that relying only on her cousin's identity, she wanted to find someone in Yeyu. Even if she could get in, it would arouse the vigilance of others.

"it is good……"

Even though he was burning with anxiety, Lu Donglin also knew that this matter should not be rushed. His face was full of disappointment, but he still forced himself to calm down:

"I will be careful."

Sighing, Mu Wan'an patted him on the shoulder, then picked up his phone and sent Cheng Wushuang a text message.

Not long after, Cheng Wushuang, who had been doing nothing all day long, came. His expression was a little more tired than before, but he still forced a smile when he saw her:
"My beautiful lady, what can I do for you?"

"Stop being silly here."

Mu Wan'an knew that his nature was like this, so she didn't say anything more to him. She moved a few steps away, revealing the boy who had been standing behind her, "I need your help with one thing."

"this……"

Raising his eyebrows, and glancing at the boy in front of him, Cheng Wushuang joked:

"Didn't you raise a little milk dog and want me to hide it for you?"

Hearing this, Lu Donglin's face flushed red, and he said embarrassingly:
"I'm not Miss Wan'an's little, little milk dog! I, I'm her cousin!"

As he said that, he turned his eyes to Mu Wan'an for help, hoping that she could say a few words for him.

"Stop making fun of children."

Taking a look at Cheng Wushuang, Mu Wan'an smiled and said:
"He's also at an age this year where he can go out and see the society. So I want you to do me a favor."