Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

"What help?"

Frowning strangely, Cheng Wushuang laughed funny, "You don't mean you want me to take him to Yeyu to see the world?"

His "knowledge" has a lot of connotations. Mu Wan'an took a look at Lu Donglin who was blushing so much that he was about to bleed, and gave Cheng Wushuang a look:
"Yes and no."

"I'll let you take him to Night Desire, and let him be an ordinary waiter inside."

Hearing what she said, Cheng Wushuang had a strange expression on his face, and he asked again in disbelief:
"You want to send him to Yeyu as a waiter?"

"Yes."

Lying blushingly, Mu Wan'an said:
"Society is a big dye vat. He is really too young now. I have been dating Yeyu for a while, so I want to send him to Yeyu."

"It's not impossible to send him in, but this is Yeyu, and it's very chaotic inside. If he offends someone who shouldn't be offended, I'm afraid..."

"It's okay, I will be cautious in my words and deeds, and I won't cause trouble for you and Miss Wan!"

Seeing that he was showing signs of loosening, Lu Donglin hurriedly said, his immature face was full of sincerity, "I can persevere, I have heard that the real society is in the night desire, so I always want to Go in and get to know each other."

"So conscious?"

He sized him up with a playful look, who knows what will happen to this young boy after he enters Night Desire...

"It's not that I can't help with this matter, but Brother Song..."

After all, this is a man, Cheng Wushuang didn't want to hide it from Song Bingjue, his face was full of smiles:

"I can't hide from Brother Song here, sister Goodnight, you should be able to understand, right?"

"You don't have to worry about him, I will tell him personally."

The expression on her face was extremely natural, and even Cheng Wushuang, who grew up in intrigue, didn't notice the difference. He nodded, "Since you can talk, then I won't intervene."

After speaking, he turned his eyes to the boy who had been standing aside all the time. Although his face was a little embarrassed, his eyes were firm.

"Okay, then I'll say hello to the boss inside."

Since he wanted to go in, he had to sell Mu Wan'an's face, Cheng Wushuang raised his eyebrows, "Don't complain after you go in."

"Uh-huh!"

Nodding repeatedly, Lu Donglin said seriously and nervously:

"I will definitely stick to it."

"You little cousin is really innocent."

Can't help but sneered, Cheng Wushuang's eyes were filled with teasing and ridicule, "There are not only customers who like women in Yeyu."

For an old customer like him in Night Desire, those perverted customers in Night Desire have seen enough, but he saw that he wanted to go in written all over his face, so he just stopped here.

"Well... Please say hello to the supervisor when he comes in, he is still a high school student after all..."

Although there is no choice right now, Mu Wan'an couldn't help but mention one more thing. She looked at the noncommittal Cheng Wushuang, and could only think that she would go to Yeyu to ask the familiar foreman to take care of her.

After successfully sending Lu Donglin into Yeyu, Mu Wan'an settled down to a concern. She kept in touch with Lu Donglin every day. According to him, he once met Lin Weihai from afar. At that time, she was surrounded by two men in black suits.

Mu Wan'an sighed, she put her phone on the bedside table beside her, and Song Bingjue came out after taking a shower while wiping his hair. He looked at Wanwan, whose brows were dyed with a little melancholy, and his heart sank slightly. Shen, according to the news reported by the Nineteenth Institute that protects her, she has been working smoothly these past few days, and nothing else has happened. Why is she so sad?
"Late night?"

He called her several times before she came back to her senses and smiled at him with some guilt:

"Sorry, I was thinking about something just now, but I didn't hear it."

"What's wrong with Wanwan? Still feeling uncomfortable about the previous dream?"

My heart sank a little. The dream a few days ago was not a good thing for her or him. Song Bingjue panicked, with a deliberate gentleness on his face:
"If something feels wrong, we can go to the doctor."

"What dream?... It's not because of the dream, it's just that I'm a little worried about work. I'm a little confused about the development of our studio. It just so happens that Song Jiajia is not here at this time, so it's like this."

Randomly prevaricating things about work, Mu Wan'an realized that her ability to lie was getting better and better. She had a forced smile on her face:

"Go to bed early, if I don't sleep well today, I won't be able to cheer up in the office tomorrow."

"it is good."

He stared at her steadily for a few seconds, then left only a small bedside lamp, and lay down beside her.

After half an hour passed, the breathing of the person beside him was still a little messy. He got up and added something to the burning incense in the room. After a few minutes passed, she fell asleep.

The master bedroom was plunged into darkness. He took a coat and put it on, and walked down the grand staircase. The servant who usually works like a servant of a wealthy family is now orderly. Standing on both sides of the living room, Uncle Li's eyes also shone with elite light, which created a great sense of depression.

"What about 19 people?"

His eyes sank slightly. Nineteen was someone he specially dispatched from France to protect Mu Wan'an. According to the usual practice, she would report her whereabouts every day.

"Subordinates are here!"

The woman who received the master's order flashed in from the door in an instant. She was wearing a black dress, and the close-fitting tailoring revealed her perfect and powerful figure. Her long black hair was combed into a bundle, making her look even more neat and tidy.She looked at the master in front of her, her king, in awe and admiration:

"May I ask what is the order of the Lord?"

"Continue to report on Madam's whereabouts today."

He sat down on the sofa, turning a blind eye to the emotion in the female subordinate's eyes, "Except for the employees in the studio, has she had contact with anyone else today?"

"Report to the Lord, no."

Nineteen's heart sank. The reason why she put down what she was doing and resolutely returned to the country was, on the one hand, it was because of her unspeakable thoughts about the Lord in her heart, and on the other hand, it was because she hoped to get something more meaningful. Difficult job, not - here to protect an inexplicable "lady".

"No other information worth paying attention to?"

Song Bingjue had never doubted the ability of his female subordinate, but today, he still asked one more question.

"Madam's life is extremely simple. She is basically the company and the Song residence. My subordinates have observed it for a long time and feel that there is nothing to pay attention to."

The Lord seldom asked such detailed questions before. Nineteen felt a little uneasy. She had seen the methods of the aggressive man in front of her. Although those punishments did not fall on her, just looking at them made her feel uncomfortable. Scalp tingling.

"You go down first."

After waving his hand, Song Bingjue didn't ask any more questions. He didn't understand what was going on. He knew Nineteen's ability to handle affairs.

"My lord, since you are so confused, why don't we get Madam's call records?"

Uncle Li, who was watching from the side, saw that he was worried about Mu Wan'an, so he offered to propose.

"Need not."

Raising his hand to indicate that they don't need to do anything, Song Bingjue took a glass of red wine from Uncle Li, and there was disapproval in his voice:
"The original intention of this matter was just to protect her. I don't want it to change."

"Yes. The old slave knows."

With his eyes lowered, Uncle Li couldn't help feeling a little bit embarrassed. He often waited in front of the two of them. Although he knew about Song Bingjue's "love" for Mrs. Song, he never expected that he would cherish her so much...

Nineteen, who was slowly retreating, couldn't help being startled when she heard these words, she was almost exposed in her actions, but her psychological quality was excellent, she quickly stabilized herself, and left the living room as usual.

"What's going on in France?"

He rubbed the space between his brows. The Song Group's business scope is getting bigger and bigger, and the "Dragon Palace" side also needs him to take the helm. It just so happens that there are more things on both sides. He really hasn't had a good rest recently.

"The godfather in Italy seems to have known about Young Master Cheng's whereabouts. Today, a mafia carrying a bomb was captured outside the base. After extorting a confession through torture, he said that the bomb was a 'meeting gift' from the godfather to the Lord. "

It was also Uncle Li who heard the news just now that a sternness flashed in his eyes, and his usually kind face was completely ruthless:
"My lord, look, should we return the gift?"

"Leon is crazy alone."

Speaking of this mafia leader who was feared by the entire Apennine Peninsula, Song Bingjue's tone was a bit disdainful and contemptuous, "What are you fussing about with him? The mad dog bit you, do you want to bite back?"

"But……"

Uncle Li, who was used to the style of the old man when he was around, was a bit unwilling, "If we don't fight back, will others think we are afraid of the mafia?"

"A party that has already faded away and can only run rampant in Italy, do you think it is necessary for us to lower ourselves?"

Unable to bear a cold snort, Song Bingjue held the goblet with slender fingers. He drank the red wine in his hand, and then said:

"Today's mafia doesn't even have the qualifications to rival the Yamaguchi-gumi. It all depends on Leon's support. Otherwise, why would it take so long to find Cheng Wushuang?"

Seeing the disapproval on Uncle Li's face, he smiled slightly, the little red wine remaining at the corners of his lips seemed extraordinarily bloodthirsty in the dark night, as soon as he let go, the red wine glass fell to the ground and shattered:
"Instead of letting us focus on the cake of Italy first, it is better to let others enter the game first. The so-called snipe and clam fight for the fisherman's benefit. The role I want to play is the last fisherman."