Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

The girl in front of him has an extremely similar appearance to her. Song Zhenguo couldn't help sighing when he saw this young girl's face that was so tender that he could pinch it. The protective desire to drive away all the people, he patted her head:
"Since I'm back, I must wake up those women who are daydreaming. The only daughter-in-law I recognize has always been Xinluo."

Uncle Li picked up Xiaosi from the door. Compared with the tidy and noble appearance when he went out, Xiaosi now looks like a homeless child. He should have been taken a bath in a hurry, and his hair is not dry yet. , the clothes he was wearing were also one size too big, they didn't fit very well, and he looked pitiful.

"The young master is back..."

Seeing Xiao Si like this, Mu Wan'an's nose couldn't help but feel a little sour. Although Xiao Si still looked dumbfounded, she felt his uneasiness, shock and grievance.

"Xiao Si, it's okay, mom will never lose you again, and will never let others take you away..."

Holding the child in front of her, Mu Wan'an had an illusion: It seems that such intimacy and empathy are normal...

"……Mother……"

Xiaosi seemed to call her name, his voice was very small and intermittent, Mu Wan'an looked at him in surprise, the tears in his eyes had not been wiped away, he held her tightly by the corner of her clothes, apparently in a In the midst of great anxiety, he just left her embrace and buried himself in it again.

"Mom is here, and Dad is here... None of us will leave Xiaosi behind."

Hugging Xiao Si, his small body seemed extremely weak at this moment. Mu Wan'an touched the temperature of his palm, and it was a little cold. She hurriedly took a hot bath first, dried him and stuffed him into the bed , Let the doctor prescribe some medicine, and this is the end.

Seeing his son who seemed to have been greatly frightened, Song Bingjue also felt a little distressed, especially the ill-fitting clothes and damp hair on Xiao Si's body when he came back...

"If it happens again, I'm afraid I'm going to go crazy."

After finishing all this work, Mu Wan'an sat on the sofa exhausted both physically and mentally. She usually wants to look at some cases in the company at this time, but right now she is so distraught that she has no way to do that.

"Old man, I will try my best to deal with it."

This time, Song Zhenguo really caught him by surprise. Before he returned home, he faked a chaos inside the "Dragon Palace". He didn't know the news until this morning—it was during his absence that he Sent someone to take Stoudemire away.

"It's hard for me to imagine what Stoudemire is like in his heart."

In fact, this is the most uncomfortable thing. Mu Wan'an clenched the water glass in her hand and lowered her head. Anyone can see that she is not in a good mood now:
"I hope that Stoudemire can have a healthy family, and there are many, many people who love him... But now it seems that all this is not as smooth as I imagined."

"Maybe he won't be loved by many people, but we will always love him, won't we?"

Facing her like this, Song Bingjue actually felt the same sense of powerlessness as he did many years ago. He broke her tightly held hands and forced her to look up at him. He saw the mottled tears on her face, and his voice was slightly Astringent:

"Wanwan... Such a thing will never happen again in the future. I promise."

"I didn't blame you, on the contrary, I blamed myself even more."

Not knowing what to say, Mu Wan'an tried her best to wipe away the tears on her face, and she showed a really not very cheerful smile:

"I don't know why, every time I encounter something about Stoudemire, I can't calm down. Sometimes I also feel that I am sick. When I think about it, I haven't known Stoudemire for too long. How could it be so, how could it be so ..."

Speaking of this, she laughed at herself, "Could it be that I am the legendary Virgin Mary? But, I will only do this to Xiaosi..."

Listening to her confessing her thoughts almost cruelly here, Song Bingjue's eyes were complicated. He never believed in the so-called "blood relationship" before, but what appeared in Wanwan seemed to prove it.

"Don't think too much, Xiaosi... You have been taking care of Xiaosi all the time, and you spend a lot of time together. It's normal to feel this way."

It was a bit difficult to say these words, Song Bingjue didn't know how to comfort her, did he want to tell her that Xiaosi...is actually her child born in October?

After hesitating for a while, Song Bingjue turned his head and told another story. His voice was a little rough, but he still said:

"Sometimes, relatives are not necessarily relatives. Although you and Xiao Si didn't meet each other before, you still have certain feelings after spending time together.

I want to tell you a story about my parents. "

"your parents?"

I couldn't help but repeat, Mu Wan'an had never heard him mention her family, and she only knew about his father. As for his mother, she didn't know anything about it.

"Yes."

There was obvious pain in his eyes, but he still said relaxedly on his face:

"My mother's surname is Song. She is the only child of the Song family, and she was raised pampered and spoiled since she was a child."

"Your mother's surname is also Song?"

Few parents have the same surname, and the custom of "no marriage with the same surname" is still maintained in many places, Mu Wan'an can't help but feel a little strange.

"It's really not a coincidence."

Thinking of his family, Song Bingjue had a sarcastic look on his face, and he smiled coldly:
"At that time, there were countless people who pursued my mother. Song Zhenguo's surname was not Song at that time. He should have been called Zhao Zhenguo at that time."

Seeing the puzzled expression on her face, Song Bingjue said slowly:
"At that time, Zhao Zhenguo was just an employee who had just joined the Song Group. He had outstanding work ability and soon became a right-hand man beside Grandpa. It was also at this time that he got to know the only daughter whom Grandpa loved so much."

At this point in the story, Song Bingjue finds it unbelievable. He still doesn't understand why that extremely delicate mother actually fell in love with such an ordinary man.

"This story sounds cliché, doesn't it? In order to show his love for her, he agreed to his grandfather's request and changed his surname. My mother also became more and more determined to be with him. In the end, he won He got everything he wanted. Wealth, status, power... Maybe what many people can't get in their lifetime, he just got it so easily."

"And then? Did they really live a happy life?"

Mu Wan'an was a little skeptical about such a combination with an impure purpose. She sighed, "I always feel that if you don't treat it with sincerity, you won't get far."

"As far as my mother is concerned, she may have lived a happy life for a few years?"

Thinking of the diary left by his mother, the more Song Bingjue thought about it, the more he felt sorry for her. He sighed:

"If this man is willing to lie to her for the rest of his life, then she will start well and end well. It's just that he didn't want to continue to lie to her later."

"Why is that? Since it's fake..."

With such a turning point, Mu Wan'an felt a little puzzled, she was very puzzled:
"I don't know."

"It's normal for you not to understand."

She has never experienced such a relationship full of lies and exploitation, Song Bingjue sighed deeply, "She was born with a golden spoon in her mouth, and only others have never loved her, but she fell in love with someone for the first time, but found that Everything was false... She couldn't accept this fact and committed suicide in the end."

"……Please grief."

It was rare for him to have such a painful expression on his face. Mu Wan'an knew that he always hid his emotions, and it was extremely rare for him to show his emotions like this. It could only show that this was something on his mind for a long time.

"The deceased is gone, don't be too sad. I believe that Auntie's spirit in heaven will not want to see you so sad."

"I'm not sad."

With a mocking smile, Song Bingjue had a cold expression on his lips, "It's just that, since then, I've understood one thing. People like Song Zhenguo will never have feelings. The first thing he sees in his eyes is always money and money. What power wants is to maximize profits."

"Maybe he's just not good at expressing himself..."

Although she didn't like Mr. Song either, he was Song Bingjue's father after all, and there was an unbroken blood relationship between the two, so Mu Wan'an couldn't say anything.

"Perhaps? No such possibility."

Song Bingjue turned to look at her with seriousness in his eyes:

"I tell you this story not to win sympathy for you, nor to use it as a bargaining chip to increase our relationship. I want to tell you that the human heart is an unpredictable thing. Some people are merciless and cruel even to relatives who have been supporting each other for a long time; some people only know each other for a few days, and they can hit it off. You and Xiaosi may be the second situation."

"Maybe……"

Although it still felt weird, but now that he said that, Mu Wan'an could only nod her head, and for a while, she didn't know what to say.After a long silence between the two, she got up first:

"I'll go and see how Xiao Si is doing. When he came back, his hair wasn't dry, and his hands and feet were cold. Don't sit here for a long time, go to rest early."

"Okay. I'll go and see him with you."

On the one hand, she was worried about her alone, and on the other hand, Song Bingjue was indeed a little worried about Xiaosi. His pitiful appearance when he came back today made her feel agitated.

The two went to Xiao Si's bedroom together, the small bedside lamp reflected the warm light, a small hand was stretched out from under the quilt, Mu Wan'an walked a few steps closer, and a small face that was sleeping soundly came into view .