Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

"Actually, if you don't tell Xiaosi..."

"You mean, you want me to hide it from Xiaosi?" Song Bingjue lifted the box, opened the trunk, put it in, and looked at her with burning eyes.

Mu Wan'an pursed her lips, unable to find anything to reply.

Concealment...doesn't sound like a nice word.

The rear compartment has been closed, Mu Wan'an has no choice but to apologize in a low voice: "Thank you Mr. Song, I will just stay for one night."

Seeing this, Song Bingjue slightly curled his lips, said "No thanks", and opened the door of the passenger seat.

Mu Wan'an bit the bullet and sat in.

Speechless all the way, Mu Wan'an was a little restless.

The car drove towards the Song family basically unimpeded.

Mu Wan'an looked sideways at Song Bingjue, and just about to speak, Song Bingjue said as if he had a foresight: "There is an old friend who lives there, I went to see him today, and when I was about to go back, I met you..."

Immediately, he paused, raised his eyebrows and looked at Mu Wan'an, with a touch of teasing in his tone: "Or, Miss Mu thinks I'm waiting for you on purpose?"

As soon as these words came out, Mu Wan'an, who was still suspicious at first, blushed, and immediately shook her head: "No, no."

All her doubts were dispelled, only this time it was a coincidence.

That's right, how could the dignified president of the Gu family deliberately come to wait for her?Not to mention, the landlord's matter was decided in the city, and besides, how could Song Bingjue know...

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that she was overdoing her brain, so she patted her face to wake herself up.

People who are really sick like to think wildly.

……

Half an hour later, the car drove into Song's parking garage.

Song Bingjue handed Mu Wan'an's luggage to the housekeeper, and invited Mu Wan'an to have dinner with him.

At this time, it was almost eight o'clock, and Stoudemire had already had dinner and went upstairs to sleep.

A meal, just him and her.

Eat without speaking, sleep without speaking.Neither of them was a talkative person, and the meal was extremely quiet, with only the sound of chopsticks touching the side of the bowl lightly.

After eating, Song Bingjue wiped his mouth, didn't stay long, and asked the housekeeper to take her to the room, while he went to the guest room.

Seeing Song Bingjue's indifferent reaction, Mu Wan'an felt that she was too narcissistic before, so she suppressed the weirdness and went back to the guest room.

……

In the middle of sleeping, Mu Wan'an, who was originally a light sleeper, was awakened by a little movement.

She opened her eyes, and it was as if a small black figure appeared beside her.

She was taken aback, Song Xiaosi was wearing a one-piece panda pajamas suit, and at some point, she slept next to her.

Maybe because he noticed that she was awake, he also opened his eyes, and approached Mu Wanan's arms very naturally.

His little head rubbed against her arms like a little animal, then he closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

Mu Wan'an: "..."

……

The next day is the weekend.

Mu Wan'an got up later than usual, she opened her eyes, waited to see the villain in her arms, and was stunned for a long time before returning to her senses.

Quietly pulling her arm away, she silently went to wash up.

Unexpectedly, Song Xiaosi still woke up.

He opened his eyes, saw Mu Wan'an walking towards the bathroom, got out of bed, and followed. When he saw Mu Wan'an was about to brush his teeth, he seemed to have thought of something, and hurriedly ran out of the room, but after a while, he ran back , I have extra toothbrush cups and towels in my hand.

He just woke up, and everything was reflected subconsciously.

Seeing his ignorant appearance, Mu Wan'an smiled, touched his head, and squeezed toothpaste on his toothbrush for him.

After brushing their teeth and washing their faces in front of the mirror, Mu Wan'an helped Xiao Si change out of his pajamas, and then led Xiao Si's limp little hand downstairs.

Song Bingjue had already returned from his morning exercise and was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper.

Seeing them coming down the stairs, his eyes flickered, and his eyes wandered from Xiaosi to Mu Wan'an.

Because she slept well at night, the woman's face was pink and her complexion was very good.

She pulled her hair up, and she was wearing a white shirt and jeans, which was different from her usual refreshing look.

Song Bingjue pursed his lips, his gaze fell steadily on her body, without blinking: "Miss Mu, how did you sleep?"

Mu Wan'an grinned, smiled, and nodded.

Song Bingjue was noncommittal, and finally looked at Song Xiaosi, his tone was a little more severe: "Did you run to Miss Mu's room last night?"

Song Xiaosi has a habit of going to his room to sleep in the middle of the night.

He woke up early today and saw Xiao Si's body, so he knew where he had gone.

Listening to his question, Song Xiaosi didn't even have the desire to answer, only Mu Wan'an holding his hands in his eyes.

Seeing this, the veins on Song Bingjue's forehead bulged slightly, giving him a hint of majesty.

Sensing that the other party was a little angry, Mu Wan'an thought he was being rude to Xiaosi, so she quickly said, "It's okay, Xiaosi sleeps well. Besides, I slept well too."

"Miss Mu, children should not be spoiled."

Song Bingjue wasn't too annoyed that his son went to Mu Wan'an's room without authorization, but his son's movements were faster than him, he had already entered Mu Wan'an's room, and shared the bed.

Seeing his thoughts hidden, Song Bingjue looked like a loving father.

Mu Wan'an has no doubts about him.

Under the housekeeper's persuasion, Mu Wan'an still had breakfast at Song's house.

She planned to leave after dinner and take advantage of the weekend to get things done with the house.

Before he finished drinking the soy milk in front of him, he heard Song Bingjue say, "Since Miss Mu wants to change her place of residence, why don't you come here."

When the words fell, Mu Wan'an, who was drinking soy milk, spit out in an instant.

"puff--"

The soy milk landed on Song Bingjue's face with perfect precision.

For a moment, the atmosphere froze.

Suddenly, Song Bingjue's hand holding the chopsticks froze.

Mu Wan'an was already frightened, coughing desperately, and quickly picked up a tissue to help him wipe his face: "President Song, I'm really sorry, I'm so surprised, I..."

No matter how narcissistic she is, she never thought that Song Bingjue would say the words to let her live here.

For someone who has only met a few times, this is not at all normal.

Her face was blushing, and she was a little helpless.

Song Bingjue smiled, took the tissue in her hand, wiped her palm with his fingertips without any trace, and then wiped his face very naturally without waiting for Mu Wan'an to respond: "It's okay."

Immediately, she said, "Miss Mu, you also know Xiaosi's situation. He really likes you. I'm busy on weekdays, so I don't have time to accompany him at all."

"Furthermore." He paused, "I think I've helped Ms. Mu before, and Ms. Mu is considered to be helping me? The salary is not counted."

Mu Wan'an knows that she owes people favors, but...

"President Song, I can help you take care of Xiaosi, but I can't..."

How could she live here?

"Miss Mu, are you worried about me?" Song Bingjue raised his eyes, and his black eyes were radiant.

Mu Wan'an pursed her lips, all words were blocked——

"no……"

It is taboo for men and women to be alone, let alone live together?
She did have this concern, but at the same time, if she admitted it, wouldn't that mean that Song Bingjue had thoughts about her?
Is this simply 300 taels of silver here?

Her face was embarrassed, and she didn't know how to refute for a while: "I..."

"I'm worried about myself..." She smiled stiffly, but under Song Bingjue's extremely calm gaze, she couldn't continue.

"President Song..."

She was struggling hard, and before she could finish speaking, she heard a "click--".

Xiaosi on the side put down the cup in his hand, and stared at her with big black eyes, expressionless, but very...

"Okay." Mu Wan'an was so softhearted that she made a compromise.

Hearing this, Song Bingjue picked up the soy milk in front of him, covering the curve of his lips.

In negotiations, he never felt that he could say good night to him, not to mention, there was Stoudemire...

Everything is as expected.

……

The matter of Mu Wan'an's stay was decided in this way.

In order to prevent any conflicts in the future, Mu Wan'an still thought about it seriously. After taking a nap with Xiaosi, she went back to her room and seriously drew up a labor contract.

It is impossible for her to live in Song's house all the time, not to mention how long she will stay is an embarrassing thing.

Song Bingjue didn't say anything, but she couldn't take it for granted.

After checking the contents of the contract and confirming that there should be no problem, she signed her name and took the contract to the study to find Song Bingjue.

She knocked on the door three times, and when someone inside responded, she gently pushed the door open and entered.

"President Song." She stepped into the study and whispered.

Song Bingjue's study room is even bigger than the room, and there are bookcases on all three walls, full of books.

Mu Wan'an even smelled a scent of books.

Looking around, there was no one in the study. Mu Wan'an heard the sound of water inside the study, so she stood aside and waited.

But after a while, the door of the bathroom opened, and the man came out wet. He wiped his head with a dry towel. Seeing Mu Wan'an standing there very obediently, his eyes were slightly warm.

"Miss Mu?" His voice was hoarse.

He didn't sleep long last night when he was dealing with official duties, so he was a little tired until now, so he went to take a shower to refresh himself.

Hearing that his voice was not quite right, Mu Wan'an subconsciously poured him a glass of water.

After placing the water glass in front of him, she couldn't help but startled.

Not for any reason, just because she moved subconsciously.

She used to be like this when she was in Xu's house. Whenever Xu Shuo worked late, she would pour her a glass of water like this.

At that time, she touched him to work hard for their future life, but now, she felt that he was too self-indulgent.

Her hand was stiff, but she retracted it naturally.

Song Bingjue stopped wiping his hair, saw her complexion changed slightly, seemed to understand what she was thinking, his black eyes darkened, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Miss Mu, if you don't mind, can you brush my hair for me?"

He said it naturally, and Mu Wan'an recovered from his own thoughts.

"what?"

"There's something I need to deal with immediately, but, look..." He nodded his still dripping hair.

Mu Wan'an thought for a while, but didn't refuse, walked behind him, took a towel, and gently wiped it for him.

She has always been very experienced in such things. In the past, Xu Shuo...

Can't help but think of the past, Mu Wan'an vomited out the filth in her heart, and began to take the matter in front of her seriously.