Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

On the far side of the Atlantic Ocean, despite the seven-hour time difference, Mu Wan'an is about to go to bed. She is wearing a white fungus lace gown and nightdress that Shen Yu arranged for her. Her black hair is hanging down, giving people a kind of The feeling of a weak princess living in an ivory tower.

She couldn't sleep, and after tossing and turning on the bed for a long time, she got up, stepped on the wooden floor with bare feet, and walked towards the balcony outside in the dark sky.

At this time, it should be early morning in the mainland, right?That day he hurriedly finished talking to Shen Yu and left without leaving her a word. She told herself not to care too much about him, and put too much thought on another person. Maybe what she got in the end was just Just more disappointment.

"You don't sleep well at night, thinking about life here?"

A head poked over from the balcony next to it, and Mu Wan'an, who was staring at the scene of the courtyard in a daze, shuddered. She patted her chest in shock, but met Ya who was staring at her with interest.

He was wearing a black vest, he should have just taken a shower, his hair was dripping water, Mu Wanan couldn't help but frowned:
"Why don't you come out after wiping your hair clean? It's easy to get a migraine when your head catches a cold."

"A big man, why do you rub your hair? The girls are chirping."

For her kind reminder, he didn't take it seriously, instead he smiled so much that he showed his big white teeth, and said narrowly:
"What? Can't sleep, thinking about Song Bingjue?"

"It's none of your business to think about anyone."

Couldn't help but rolled her eyes at him, Mu Wan'an sat down on the wicker chair on the balcony, the temperature in London at night is really not warm, she felt a little bit of coolness, and there was a little confusion in her eyes:

"Sometimes I envy you very much. You are alone, with no worries, no one you like, and nothing worth worrying about. How wonderful is this kind of life."

"Why do your words sound weird?"

He jumped onto Mu Wanan's balcony with a towel in his arms. Ya threw the towel to her, lay down on the wicker chair on the other side, and motioned her to wipe his hair. He said leisurely:
"The more it sounds, the more it sounds like a different method to squeeze me."

"..."

Looking at the brand-new towel in his hand, Mu Wan'an: Didn't you just say that you are wiping your hair and the girls are chirping?In the end, he resigned himself to helping him brush his hair. His eyes looked extraordinarily energetic at night, and he looked at the sky with his eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"It's not a run on, but sometimes I really feel that it would be good if I didn't fall in love with anyone. When I was in the orphanage, although life was very difficult, but I was very happy. Every day, I thought about how to make money. What to eat for a meal... This kind of life sounds boring, but it is much better than worrying about gains and losses now."

"Worried about gains and losses?"

Hearing her say these four words, Ya shook her head disapprovingly, remembering Song Bingjue who had made many concessions for her, and said casually:

"I think it's not you who really worry about gains and losses."

"It's not me. Could it be that you are worried about me?"

Although she knew that he was talking about Song Bingjue, she was still unwilling to share her emotional affairs with him in front of him.

"You worry about gains and losses, probably because subconsciously, you feel that you don't know anything."

After following them for a period of time, Ya still has a relatively clear understanding of their state. In addition, he is already proficient in figuring out the ways of the world. To him, the relationship between the two of them is very clear.

"That's not the case..."

Hearing what he said, Mu Wan'an was a little hesitant, and the movements of her hands also slowed down. She thought about it seriously, and then said:

"He didn't deliberately hide anything from me. We used to hide some insignificant things because we wanted to protect each other, but after communicating, I think we have done a good job in this regard."

"Done well?"

Can't help but chuckle at her self-conscious evaluation, Ya can't help but shake his head, his deep brown eyes are staring at the woman who is bowing her head and gently wiping her hair:
"Then why did your relationship stop? As far as I know, you should still be... platonic now?"

Hearing his words, especially the subtle "Platonic love" in it, Mu Wan'an's face suddenly turned red, and the hand that wiped his hair was also stiff. She stammered and said:
"What nonsense are you talking about?! He and I haven't reached that point yet! Besides, can this kind of thing happen casually?!"

"Well... Song Bingjue is really a man with amazing endurance."

It was just a guess at first, but after seeing her unnatural reaction, Ya sat down to confirm his guess. He nodded thoughtfully, as if he had been there:
"According to the information I obtained, you did not sleep in a separate room. Song Bingjue could neither make the floor by himself nor allow you to sleep on the floor. Then you lie on the bed and sleep under the quilt without doing anything else. ?”

After finishing speaking, regardless of Mu Wan'an's embarrassing and annoyed eyes, Ya clicked his tongue in amazement:
"A man with normal functions in all aspects can do this for you, what else do you have to worry about?"

"He is so rich, I don't know how many women want to pay back. Who knows if he has stolen money?"

In fact, Mu Wan'an also knew in her heart that according to Song Bingjue's haughty personality, she couldn't do such a thing.But I don't know why, but this sentence blurted out.

He glanced at her with a smile of "as expected", and then Ya said:
"Your reason and your emotions are out of touch. When I observe your life, I feel a little confused. It stands to reason that you get along well and should be a real loving couple, but the two of you seem to be wrapped There's a cloud of fog."

Having said that, he raised his eyes and looked at Mu Wan'an, who was a little dazed. Her lips looked a little pink under the weak light, as if she was tempting him to kiss her. His eyes darkened, and he moved away in embarrassment. With his own gaze, he sat up from the rattan chair, turned his back to her to hide his gaffe:
"Let's stop here today. The things between the two of you always draw me in. What's the matter?"

His hair was only half wiped, and Mu Wan'an wanted him to take his towel back and wipe it off, but he was holding on to the edge of the balcony, and he would be in his room. She looked at the wet hands Towel, sighed in resignation, followed his example, and lay down on the wicker chair.

Overhead is the quiet sky, Mu Wan'an stared at the dark blue galaxy above, remembered what Ya said, and couldn't help murmuring:

"Is that so? Song Bingjue..."

Early the next morning, when Mu Wan'an was sitting at the dining table, she found that Ya hadn't woken up yet, so she couldn't help casting a puzzled look at Shen Yu who was sitting on the main seat, and asked softly:
"Brother, why hasn't Ya come down yet? Do you want me to go up and wake him up?"

All the breakfasts on the dining table are Chinese style. God knows the difference between Western wheat and Eastern wheat. The chefs in the manor did not know how many times they experimented in order to make them well.

Shen Yu has never paid much attention to Ya's daily life, but when Mu Wan'an mentioned Ya, he looked at the servant waiting beside him:
"What about Ya?"

"Ah said he went to bed last night without drying his hair, and he got up with a headache today, so he couldn't dine with Mr and Ms."

The servant who was glanced at by Shen Yu was startled, and quickly replied respectfully.

"I told him yesterday that if you don't dry your hair, you'll get migraines easily. Does this work?"

Hearing the news, Mu Wan'an shook her head with a hopeless expression, but Shen Yu's eyes flashed thoughtfully after hearing this sentence, and then asked subtly:
"Did he come to you after taking a shower yesterday?"

"I met him on the balcony."

Unaware of the deep meaning of his question, Mu Wan'an thought he was just asking casually, so she fiddled with the porridge while answering:
"Now he should have a long memory... Aunt Feng, please cook him a bowl of ginger soup later, so that he doesn't catch a cold."

Aunt Feng, who was named, responded obediently, and Mu Wan'an was relieved. She smiled and said:
"I thought he was reliable at first, but I didn't expect him to be more unreliable than ordinary people. He is still like a child, who doesn't even know how to take care of himself."

"He has been a 'snake head' since he was a child, and he grew up training with me. He has always only knew how to complete tasks, and he doesn't care about other things at all."

Although these words were deliberately said to probe her mind, Shen Yu couldn't help thinking of some things back then, with a nostalgic expression on his face: "Although he practiced for a shorter time than us, he still has to I don’t admit it, but he is indeed a genius in this area, and when he sets out a task, he can often complete it in the shortest and most labor-saving way.”

"Then where is he from? How did he enter your organization at such a young age?"

She has not fully realized that she is already the younger sister of the leader of the "snakehead" organization. Shen Yu looked at her with a smile, "Good night, it is 'our' organization."

Seeing her sticking out her tongue embarrassingly, Shen Yu asked slowly:

"I see that you pay a lot of attention to Ya. In the whole manor, you spend the most time together. Do you like him?"

"Brother, what nonsense are you talking about..."

Glaring at him angrily, Mu Wan'an poked at the side dishes in the bowl sullenly, looking very unhappy:

"Is there no pure friendship between men and women? Why do you ask if you like it or not? You talked to Aunt Feng today. Could it prove that you have feelings for men and women towards Aunt Feng?"