Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

I didn't expect him to understand his hint so quickly!

There was ecstasy in her heart, Chen Xinrao pretended to be suddenly enlightened, "I said why brother Bingjue is becoming more and more indifferent to me, he and Mu Wan'an have already lived a loving life together, how can he think of me? "

As she said that, she couldn't help wiping away her tears, crystal clear teardrops fell from her delicate face, and she said with red eyes:
"In this case, I'm afraid I will never be able to make brother Bingjue like me again."

"Xinrao, don't be so pessimistic."

It was really spoiled by me to have such a delicate temperament, Mr. Song couldn't help but shook his head and laughed, "Then Yulong Bay, since she can go, you can go too. Don't worry, after he comes back from England this time, I'll let you move in."

"But...can Brother Bingjue let me in? Uncle, although I really want to take good care of Brother Bingjue, but you have already had a fight with him today, and I don't want you to be unhappy with him over my affairs .”

Looking at the girl with hanging eyes and hesitant expression, Mr. Song loved her more and more in his heart. Where can I find such a sensible, generous and decent girl.

"You don't have to worry about this matter. I know he's getting wild now, and I can't easily control it, but he will never refuse me about this matter."

Speaking of which, I can only use this method to force him to compromise... Song Zhenguo's eyes flashed a trace of sadness, but seeing the girl's expectant eyes, he still made up his mind.

"President, this is Shen Yu's information."

Handing the information to Song Bingjue, Han Xiu hesitated to say what he wanted, so he stood behind him and did not leave.

"If you have anything to say, just say it."

While flipping through the information about Shen Yu quickly, Song Bingjue said indifferently, he didn't like the appearance of people hesitating in front of him:
"It's not counting your transgression."

"Yes! President, in fact, I want to say that you don't have to have such a stalemate with the old man. Although the old man has a lot of selfishness in supporting the Chen family, he still has part of the shares of the Song Group in his hand. If he wants to It is still possible to unite with other shareholders to let you step down."

Compared with other people's scruples about filial piety, Han Xiu thought a lot more, and he was really worried:

"The old man is a bit disobedient, I'm afraid he will do something on the spur of the moment, especially at this time..."

"What he wants to do, let him do it."

Caressing the ring on his hand, Song Bingjue's eyes were extremely cold, "Do you really think that he returned to China just to escort Chen Xinrao? He can't sit still in France, and he wants to come here to find a sense of presence."

"You mean..."

Hearing this news, Han Xiu couldn't help but gasp. Did things go as he thought?

"Just as you think."

It has always been said that knowing a son is better than a father, but Song Bingjue discovered that Song Zhenguo had never understood himself, on the contrary, he saw him thoroughly.

"Why did he suddenly have such an idea? You are his son! And... the Song Group was originally yours!"

He couldn't help but sighed, Han Xiu didn't expect things to turn out to be so turbulent, and the president knew all of this, but he still boarded the plane to England!

"This Shen Yu is quite a character."

In the past, I only heard that the leader of the snake head is a powerful person. He thought he was a person who was trying to gain fame. After reading this information, Song Bingjue admired him a little more:

"Every step he took in the early years was extremely dangerous. The early smugglers were like a mess of loose sand. People in various halls only knew about fighting for power and profit. These actions after he came to power are a bit lonely and brave."

"If you don't break, you can't stand, you can be regarded as a genius."

Han Xiu, who has already read Shen Yu's information, also gave such an evaluation. He has always regarded himself very highly. Except for Song Bingjue, no one is convinced. This time he gave Shen Yu such an evaluation for the first time. Will be a tough opponent.

"I don't understand why Shen Yu took Ms. Mu away for no reason. Dragon Palace and Snakehead should have a good relationship."

Although his methods are really good, it is indeed tricky enough to face such an opponent. Han Xiu didn't understand his intention to kidnap Mu Wan'an, "Or, he wants to use Miss Mu to lure you out, and take the opportunity Heavy damage to Dragon Palace?"

"You think too much."

There may be thousands of reasons why Shen Yu kidnapped Mu Wan'an, but this is the only reason why Song Bingjue came to England regardless, he smiled softly:
"Although the smuggler's power in France is great, it is only limited to France. In the whole of Europe, he still has many enemies to face. It is absolutely impossible for him to come to the Dragon Palace alone. Such a fight between snipe and clam, he will definitely won't do it."

"Then what is it for? Could it be for Miss Mu's beauty?"

But thinking about Mu Wan'an's usual face up to the sky, the beauty is beautiful, but it is far from the point where he can send a top killer like Ya... The more I think about it, the more I don't understand, Han Xiu sighed in distress, " It's impossible even if you think about it."

As soon as the words fell, a piece of information was greeted to Han Xiu's forehead. Song Bingjue gave him a cold look, and Han Xiu was so frightened that he said immediately:
"What I mean is that it is impossible for Shen Yu not to know that Miss Wan'an is yours, and it is absolutely impossible for him to have any unreasonable thoughts about her!"

While on the plane, Song Bingjue managed to catch up on sleep. Han Xiu woke him up when he was about to land, and he put the guns away one by one before putting on his coat.

The plane landed at Cheng's private airport, and Song Bingjue got on the car to Shen Yu's Manor as soon as he landed. Because the distance was extremely short, he arrived at the famous "Rose Manor" in a short while.

"Who is it please?"

The old man guarding the gate seemed to be dying of old age, but Song Bingjue looked at his calloused hands and shining eyes, and immediately understood that the man in front of him was a practitioner.

"Song Bingjue, come to ask your master for someone back."

He didn't beat around the bush, and directly reported his name. While looking at him, the old man used the landline to call the person inside. He didn't know what was said there. The old man nodded repeatedly, then hung up the phone and said:
"My Patriarch said that right now he is going to play with the new Ms. Mu, and he has no time to see you. Mr. Song, please come back."

Almost as soon as the word "Hui" was uttered, a pistol was pressed against the old man's forehead. The speed was so fast that even the old man who had practiced for so many years did not realize it.

"...Young people are terrifying!"

Sensing the cold muzzle of the gun on his head, the old man didn't expect him to take out the gun without saying a word, and simply acted like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water:
"Shoot if you have the ability! As long as you shoot, the lady you are looking for will be buried with me immediately!"

"If there is really something wrong with her, there is no point for you snakeheads to continue to exist."

With a bloodthirsty smile on the corner of his mouth, Song Bingjue said coldly:

"Your master didn't ask you to stop me. It's useless for you to deceive the master's subordinates like this."

Seeing that he was really about to pull the trigger, the old man moved his head away and opened the door cursingly:

"One by one, I really don't know how to write the words respecting the old and loving the young..."

As soon as the door opened, Song Bingjue stepped in first, and a group of people behind him also wanted to follow in, but were stopped by the old man, he said:
"My master has said that only Song Bingjue is entertained, and the rest of the people are guarding outside."

"No! Who knows how many people you have arranged to wait inside? They can wait outside, but I have to go in."

Hearing such a request, Han Xiu couldn't help being anxious. This is on someone else's territory. If they really want to deal with Song Bingjue, he must follow suit.

"Either he goes in alone, or no one else goes in."

The old man's expression was completely different from the previous Diao Erlang. He glanced at the tall man in a black coat in a businesslike manner:
"My master has allowed you to carry a gun on your body, why, you still dare not go in?"

"Han Xiu, wait outside."

Knowing that what the old man said this time was true, Song Bingjue didn't force it. He alone could bring Wan Wan out safely.

"But the president—"

Before Han Xiu finished speaking, Song Bingjue walked in resolutely. Han Xiu wanted to rush in, but was stopped by the old man with his hand, and the smiling expression returned to his face:

"My master doesn't eat people, why are you so anxious?"

Anxiously watching Song Bingjue disappear from his sight, Han Xiu secretly prayed in his heart:

"My lord, you must come out in peace!"

"Ya, when can I call home..."

Having stayed in France for three days, Mu Wan'an took the fresh roses sent by his servants and plucked off their petals one by one, obviously bored and helpless:

"You always say that I can call the next day, but now I don't even have a chance to touch the phone."

Ya, whose lies were exposed, couldn't help but smile shyly. He rubbed the back of his head, "There's nothing you can do about it. Boss won't let you call. If I let you call, I'll die a miserable death."

Now he has fulfilled his wish to know the identity of the woman in front of him. At first, he mistakenly thought it was the woman with "sexual interest" who was the boss, but he didn't expect it to be his own sister.

"I really want to go home..."

She was lying on the mahogany table, and her usually lively eyes had lost their vitality, and she looked rather sleepy.

"Isn't it good here? Here, you wear the best and most expensive clothes in the world, and you only need one word to want anything. Don't all women like these?"

Puzzled by her thoughts of going back, Ya said depressedly, "It really is a 'women's needle in the bottom of the sea'."