Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

Feeling bad, Lin Weihai hurriedly lowered her head, bent over to pick up the trash, but there was a pair of shiny leather shoes parked next to the trash, she raised her eyes, glanced at the normal-looking man in front of her, and deliberately lowered her eyes. voice said:
"Sir, please step aside and don't let the trash get on your shoes."

He glanced at her with a half-smile, that look almost made her think that Xie Ning already knew who he was, but he just moved away and continued to go inside.

Unknowingly, sweat had already wet her temples, and she breathed a sigh of relief, then picked up the trash, and ran out quickly with the trash bag.

After finally getting out of Ye Yu, she didn't even dare to take off the mask, and quickly took out the mobile phone that Mu Wan'an brought her last time from her pocket:
"Hello? Good night sister, where are you now?"

A few minutes later, Mu Wan'an finally took her to the car. She handed her a backpack and said softly:

"There are documents, tickets, and some cash in here. I will take you to the train station now. The train will leave in more than an hour. The place you are going to is a small county with low consumption levels. I will give you I also left some money in the bank card, which should last for a while, and in the future, I may have to rely on myself."

At this moment, Mu Wan'an's heart is still in suspense. If she doesn't send Lin Weihai away from City A for a moment, her heart will not be calm. She originally thought that the charity party would end later, but when she got into the car and saw When a large group of dignitaries walked into Yeyu, her heart suddenly panicked.

"Ah."

Although Lin Weihai is still a little confused about the days ahead, it's better than continuing to endure in this prostitution den.

When we arrived at the train station, the weather was so bad that it started to rain. Lin Weihai threw his hat and mask into the trash can, carrying his bag, and walked into the waiting room under Mu Wan'an's watchful eyes.

She finally left.

Mu Wan'an felt a little more relaxed, and when she turned around, she looked at the man who appeared behind her at unknown time, and the relaxed expression on her face stiffened:

"Bing, Bingjue?"

Seven o'clock in the evening.

The charity party with the participation of the new secretary of the Provincial Party Committee, Secretary Jiang, was held at the Grand Hyatt Hotel as scheduled. Before the official start, the famous dignitaries of city A raised their glasses and clinked glasses in the outfield. The purpose of this charity gala, for a time, the luxuriously and exquisitely decorated hall, the ladies and courtesans who shuttled through it gave the banquet a little ambiguous atmosphere.

Song Bingjue didn't bring a female companion with him, as usual, he only brought his assistant Han Xiu, which made many women coveting the position of "Mrs. Song" again.

He took a glass of champagne from Han Xiu, his cold face was like an iceberg that would never melt, and he looked extraordinarily unkind. After walking around, only a few business partners came over to say hello to him .

Not long after, Cheng Wushuang found him. He brought a blond female companion, who was said to be a lady from the Medici family, Catherine Medici. She looked at Song Bingjue appreciatively, and said softly to Cheng Wushuang :
"Dear, shouldn't you introduce this gentleman to me?"

(Honey, shouldn't you introduce me to this gentleman?)
Glancing at Song Bingjue, who didn't say a word, Cheng Wushuang smiled gracefully, with tiny stars in his eyes, which could fascinate any woman staring at him:

“Katharine, you just need to focus on me. Otherwise I’ll be jealous.”

(Catherine, you just need to focus on me, or I'll be jealous.)
The two bit their ears for a while, and then kissed face to face as if no one was there, before Catherine left.

"Brother, why didn't sister-in-law come?"

Looking around, but never seeing Mu Wan'an, Cheng Wushuang asked casually.

"Her studio partner is back and she's having a rare break, so I let her rest at home."

Thinking of the wrinkled little nose and the woman he coquettishly didn't want to come, the corners of his mouth curled up:
"Anyway, this kind of dinner can come at any time."

Goosebumps almost appeared all over his body, Cheng Wushuang looked at Song Bingjue, whose painting style was completely different from before, very speechless, just about to complain, but suddenly remembered his aunt who died young when she was young. lose my mind.

Can't help but sigh in his heart, Cheng Wushuang was about to ask him about the recent situation in Europe, but his eyes caught a woman who shouldn't be here.

The woman in the royal blue dress smiled Qiaoxi. She held up a goblet to clink glasses with the acquaintances beside her, and she looked very comfortable.

Isn't she Mu Wan'an's studio partner?Logically speaking, shouldn't you be working overtime in the studio now?

Thinking of this, deep suspicion flashed in Cheng Wushuang's eyes. He glanced at Song Bingjue. Obviously he also saw Song Jiajia, but he didn't show any doubt.

After saying hello to the people around, Song Jiajia saw Song Bingjue standing in the crowd. Compared with the crowds in other places, there was a large space around him spontaneously. She walked over with her wine glass and waited When he got closer, he realized that Cheng Wushuang was standing beside him.

"Song Bingjue, why are you still here?"

Trying to ignore Cheng Wushuang's strange gaze on her, Song Jiajia covered her mouth and laughed softly:

"Good night, I have been choosing a day since last Sunday, and I said I want to relax with you."

"what?"

Hearing her say information that he didn't know at all, Song Bingjue raised his eyebrows lightly, "I haven't received the information that Wanwan should have sent me yet, did you make a mistake?"

"How is it possible? She left very early today. Besides you, who else deserves her attention."

Waving her hands, Song Jiajia had a disbelieving expression on her face. Seeing that Song Bingjue's reaction did not seem to be fake, she couldn't help but said to herself:
"Could it be that she's waiting at home at this time?"

No.

Subconsciously denying the possibility that Song Jiajia proposed, Song Bingjue took out his mobile phone and dialed Nineteen, who immediately picked it up:

"My lord, what are your orders?"

"Where is madam?"

"Madam...Madam, she..."

Hearing his categorical tone that he wanted to know the exact location of Mu Wan'an immediately, the always bold Nineteen was frightened and faltered. She took a deep breath and was about to say that after Mu Wan'an had returned to Song Zhai , I heard a chuckle on the other end of the phone:
"Okay, very good—Nineteen, it seems that I can't control you anymore."

Without giving her time to explain, she hung up the phone abruptly. Nineteen was holding the phone, her face pale and sweating profusely. She didn't care about other things, so she quickly started searching for Mu Wan'an's location, hoping that she could make up for it. .

"What's the matter? Goodnight lost contact?"

Seeing the displeasure on his face, Song Jiajia realized that something might have happened, or Goodnight wanted to do something that was inconvenient for Song Bingjue to know about, but she let her slip...

"fine."

Even though he said so, Song Bingjue strode away from the venue, Han Xiu followed closely behind, and Cheng Wushuang, who was afraid that something would happen to the two of them, made a gesture of forgiveness to her and followed out.

"what happened?"

Seeing Song Bingjue's expression collapsed in an instant, Cheng Wushuang couldn't help being a little speechless, he shrugged, "Could it be her..."

"No, it's just that the men I sent to protect her were ineffective."

Thinking of Nineteen's hesitant words, a shocking storm brewed in Song Bingjue's eyes, "She has been reporting to me that she has been reporting to me lately and lately in the studio and at home, and she has never seen anyone else. Just now I suddenly asked her Then, she started stuttering."

"Haven't you seen anyone else these days?"

Involuntarily repeating this sentence, Cheng Wushuang couldn't help laughing, with obvious mockery on his face:
"It seems that you have to deal with these subordinates. Last Saturday, I went to the studio, and a boy who is said to be Mu Wan'an's cousin was also there."

"Her cousin?"

Hearing this sentence, Song Bingjue showed a strange look on his face. Cheng Wushuang might not know, but he did know. Where did Wan Wan come from?

"Yes, my sister-in-law asked me to arrange that kid into Night Desire, and tell him what to say to let him see the world."

Speaking of "seeing the world", Cheng Wushuang couldn't help laughing meaningfully:
"I'm still wondering, how could anyone send such a young child to such a place to meet the world. But sister-in-law, please, I can't refuse. By the way, didn't sister-in-law tell you?"

These things are all unknown to me.

His eyes sank, "Is there anything else that you didn't tell me? Tell me together."

It looks like I didn't tell... I lit a stick of incense for Mu Wan'an in my heart, and Cheng Wushuang unreliably told the whole thing:
"Also, she asked me to cover her going to Night Desire. She seems to go to Night Desire every time to meet a girl..."

After speaking, his voice became lower and lower. He glanced timidly at Song Bingjue, who had an extremely ugly face, and raised his hand to swear:

"But you can trust my sister-in-law on this point. I asked the foreman. Every time she goes to see a girl named Lin Weihai..."

"Lin Weihai."

The name sounded inexplicably familiar, and Song Bingjue's anger subsided a little after hearing that she saw only a girl, "Who is she?"

"When my sister-in-law went to Yeyu for the first time, I ordered a girl. That girl was Lin Weihai. She was not an ordinary 'girl'. She was the one in Xie Ning's subsequent usury case a few days ago. The last surviving daughter of the Lin family who was forced to go bankrupt and run away."

"Isn't the usury the trick of his brother?"

When Xie Er was mentioned, Song Bingjue's eyes moved, as if he was an old acquaintance.