Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

"You are much smarter than Song Zhenguo."

In any case, he never thought that he would make such a request. Mr. Cheng pondered for a while, thought for a while, and then agreed:

"Our two families were originally aristocratic families, and it's no harm to form an alliance now... But, do you really just want this?"

"Then Mr. Cheng thinks, what should I want?"

He is not Song Zhenguo's man who only has money and his long-gone first love in his heart. Song Bingjue's eyes are even brighter:

"Money is just a number to me, isn't it the same to you?"

After hearing his words, Mr. Cheng couldn't help laughing, and he clapped his hands:
"If your grandfather sees you, he should feel that Song Qing left him a good grandson."

Having said that, Mr. Cheng's tone suddenly became serious:
"But you have come to this point, you should pay more attention to every step. The more things you hold in your hands, the more people will see you as uncomfortable and want to pull you down. If you want to go far, you still have to learn something There are a lot more."

"It's natural."

Song Bingjue wasn't impatient with Mrs. Cheng's advice. He listened quietly. Mr. Cheng praised him even more when he saw that his expression was stable and neither arrogant nor impatient. He sighed:
"Now you don't have to let me worry about it anymore, it's just that Wushuang's kid is not as good as one-tenth of yours."

There are dozens of people in the Cheng family, and now there are seven or eight grandchildren, but the one who worries him the most is Cheng Wushuang.

Now that the two families have formed an alliance, Mr. Cheng simply opened the skylight to speak frankly. He looked at Song Bingjue:

"You know Cheng Wushuang's character. Since he was a child, he has been prone to wind and rain, and he has a troublesome appearance. I am really worried."

"Indeed, his looks are a bit too attractive."

Even though "British Rose" is a joking name for Cheng Wushuang from the outside world, this title can also reflect the beauty of his appearance. His beauty is between Chinese and Western aesthetics. No matter where you look at it, it is A handsome man.

"After my death, the Cheng family's prestige will definitely decline in a short period of time. At that time, he will be handed over to you."

After finishing speaking, Old Master Cheng coughed heavily. It took him a while to regain his composure. He looked at Song Bingjue and said:

"I have reserved some property for him in the mainland, and it will be under your name for the time being. When he returns to China, you will transfer it to him."

With that said, Mr. Cheng pointed to the file folder that was given to him, indicating that the property authorization letters were inside.

"Mr. Cheng is not afraid that I will take these properties privately?"

Picking it up casually and flipping through it, Song Bingjue couldn't help smiling when he saw the amount of property inside:
"Putting so many things in my name, the Cheng family will scold me for fighting for the family property."

"You are Song Bingjue, who would dare to scold you?"

Hearing the teasing meaning in his words, Old Master Cheng couldn't help laughing, "As for whether you will take it for yourself...Didn't you say it? Now, money is nothing more than numbers. How can you spend money for numbers?" How about tearing up the alliance with the Cheng family?"

Hearing what he meant, Song Bingjue couldn't help saying something to the old fox in his heart, but he put away everything calmly on his face, and nodded:

"Since you have entrusted me with such an important matter, then I will not disappoint your expectations."

Song Bingjue, who walked out of the study, handed over the folder to the subordinates who came with him. He walked to the balcony and overlooked the scenery below. It was already late at night, and the Cheng family's dinner had just kicked off. Among the dancing crowd, Dai Wen was dancing with a beautiful woman, and Cheng Wushuang was holding a glass of wine to entertain his friends... They were still unaware of what was about to happen, and everyone's face was written all over. A sincere joy.

The purpose of Mr. Cheng's conversation with him... In fact, aren't they all asking for the same thing?
Thinking of the great changes that were about to take place, he couldn't help but took a glass of wine from the tray in the waiter's hand, put it in his mouth and drank it down.

After the banquet, Dai Wen returned to the car with a breezy face. He looked at his friend sitting beside him, "When did you come out? Why haven't I seen you all this time?"

"Been out for a while."

Right now, he doesn't want to tell Devon about Mr. Cheng. After all, some things are just his inferences. He rubbed his brows:

"Go back to the hotel first. There are a lot of things today, I need to rest."

The next day, Song Bingjue got up early in the morning. According to his reports, Mu Wan'an and Ya had been visiting Greenwich University a few days ago. According to her character, Greenwich University must be a must for her. one stop.

He was waiting near the school gate, and after a short while, he saw the Rolls-Royce Phantom parked at the gate. In the photo, the man he hated to gnash his teeth came down first. He was wearing a simple white T-shirt, clearly Refreshing, like an ordinary college student.

He went around and opened the car door, and a woman in a light blue cotton and linen skirt came down with her head bowed. Her long hair was curled at the end, and her whole body became more refined. With the dress she was wearing, she looked more like She is a rich lady who was pampered.

The two walked towards the inside. I have to say that the two looked very good together. In addition, such a seductive oriental face is not common in London. Many students passing by them couldn't bear it. Live watching them curiously.

Unable to bear it anymore, Song Bingjue also got out of the car. He followed them. Many British girls even boldly stepped forward to ask for his contact information. He couldn't dodge and followed them. He wanted to see her When will we find him.

"This is the school where my good friend used to study abroad..."

Mu Wan'an was unaware of everything that happened behind her. She looked at this university with great interest. Jiajia spent three years here, and she felt kind to everything here:

"However, Cheng Wushuang also graduated from this school. I feel that this university is very amazing."

“I think it’s amazing to be able to go to college.”

There is really no talent in reading, so Ya can only cater to him dryly:
"However, I feel that the current college students are quite idle, hanging around in school all day long..."

"You have to be considerate of those students. Domestic students have studied hard for 12 years, and they will inevitably relax after being admitted to university."

She didn't have any aversion to falling in love. She walked to the bulletin board of outstanding alumni with great interest:
"Look, there are many famous people on it."

Just as she was looking through the glass window, she saw a person in the reflection who shouldn't be here!

She rubbed her eyes, thinking that she had made a mistake, so she moved closer to the window, and it was still there!

She immediately turned around, and Song Bingjue was standing less than ten meters away from her. He was wearing a gray-blue shirt with two buttons loose at the collar, which made him look more sexy and ascetic. She was so happy that she almost wanted to She was about to scream, whatever was angry or sad, she forgot all about it, she trotted to him in a few steps, her eyes were shining like a sky full of stars:
"You, you, you... why are you here?"

Seeing that she was so excited that she could barely speak, Song Bingjue's frosty look because of Ya faded a lot, he reached out to hold her hand, and pulled her into his arms again:
"you lost weight."

Hearing these three words, the anger, grievance, and fear of the previous period came to her heart in an instant, and her tears came out all at once, and she buried her head in his chest, with a little coquettish meaning:

"Isn't it all your fault! Who told you to say those ugly things? Can't you say something well? At that time, I thought I would never talk to you again!"

Following Shen Yu's side, she finally opened up her character slowly. Song Bingjue had mixed feelings in his heart. He stroked her head, "Because there are some things in the country that must be dealt with, so I only came to you now. If you are still angry, hit me hard to vent your anger."

As he said that, he held her hand and greeted him. Mu Wan'an quickly pulled her hand back. She didn't even have time to wipe off the tears on her face, so she pulled her hand out of his hand Come out, "What are you doing? It is my own idea to punish you, so I don't want you to be so self-assertive!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Yalan's lazy voice broke in:

"It seems that Mr. Song really picks the time, and he chooses to come when our boss is not in the UK."

Suddenly remembered that Ya was still by my side!Mu Wan'an hastily took two steps back, and retreated from Song Bingjue's arms, but was pushed back by him in the next second, and he said quite forcefully:
"What? You can't wait to leave me while talking about me?"

This sentence sounded like an incomparable middle school plus small words, Mu Wan'an blushed shamefully, she struggled to poke her head out of Song Bingjue's arms and introduced:
"This is Ya, my friend, he took me to play in London these few days."

Of course I know that he is Ya, and I also know that this guy was sent to you by your bad-hearted brother who wanted to break us up so that you two will have a long-term relationship!

Even though he was clamoring in his heart to drive this guy as far as he could, Song Bingjue still had an extremely kind smile on his face, "Ah? So it's you, it's so much better than seeing it."

As he spoke, he offered to extend his hand, waiting for Ya to shake it back.

If this man doesn't want to laugh, then stop laughing...

Seeing the extremely stiff smile on Song Bingjue's face, Ya felt that his face was also cramping. He looked at the struggling woman thrown into Song Bingjue's arms, and held his hand:

"I know you too, Song Bingjue."