Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

Accompanied by these words, both of them increased their strength at the same time, holding each other's hand tightly, and their wrists were tense.

Song Bingjue looked at the man in front of him, and said meaningfully:
"No matter what it is, it's only your own that is the best. Ya, what do you think?"

"You are right in what you said, but the premise is that this thing has been marked with your label, and she has indeed belonged to you."

Shrugging his shoulders, Ya secretly increased the strength in his hands while saying nonchalantly:
"However, it is easy to assign things to one's own, but to assign people to one's own name... that is not an easy task. After all, everyone is free."

"Oh, it seems that you like to steal things from others, don't you?"

Hearing his remarks, the smile on Song Bingjue's face grew wider, and he smiled slightly:
"Being able to say such things without psychological burden, it seems that you are a repeat offender."

"What is a habitual offender? Does Mr. Song like to label people so much?"

Sensing that he also increased his strength, even though his hand hurt from being held, Ya increased his strength again, he knew that the other party was also in such pain:

"Compared to a domineering person with a cold face all the time, a person who always smiles is more popular?"

"Sincerity is far more popular than hypocrisy. Even if hypocrisy ushers in temporary convenience, sincerity can gain more long-term popularity."

Unexpectedly, he was still an eloquent speaker.

Song Bingjue looked at the smiling man in front of him, and finally restrained the smile on his face. He didn't expect that the other party was a killer with such good eloquence.

"What are you two talking about? Why is the conversation getting deeper and deeper?"

It seems to be arguing, but looking at the kind expressions on each other's faces, it doesn't seem to be arguing, Mu Wan'an is a little confused, she doesn't want to see them shaking hands here and saying something inexplicable, "It's almost noon now, Why don't we go to eat?"

"Okay."

"can."

The two replied in unison, and after they finished speaking, they began to exert force on their tightly clenched hands. Mu Wan'an saw that both of their hands were starting to turn red, so she quickly stopped:
"Don't shake hands again. Don't you both notice the way people look at you?"

"It's time to let go."

Yacai doesn't want to be misunderstood by others as having a problem with her sexual orientation!He smiled slightly, trying his best to maintain his facial expression:
"Why don't we let it go together?"

"of course."

Hearing what he said, Song Bingjue also agreed to his proposal. After rubbing their eyes for a while, the two of them withdrew their strength in unison.

Seeing that the two finally let go of their hands, Mu Wan'an couldn't help laughing, "Those who didn't know thought you were brothers who had been separated for many years! The hands are held so tightly. I feel that something is wrong when I look at it."

"Don't think too much about it. Mr. Song and I just feel that we disagree in some aspects. We just forgot to hold hands while chatting."

Ya consciously walked to Mu Wan'an's side, with the posture of a flower protector, not paying attention to Song Bingjue's eyes, "Talent is not an ordinary thing, everyone has their own thoughts. How can we talk about real people?" belong."

"..."

Holding Goodnight's hand, Song Bingjue smiled slightly, "I don't agree with you, now Wanwan's hand is in mine, and she is mine."

Looking at the man holding Mu Wan'an's hand who couldn't hide his joy, Ya's eyes darkened, "If I remember correctly, you should be dealing with those things in China at this time, right?"

"Those people, how can I do it myself?"

If it wasn't for some things that Zhao Zhenguo had to explain clearly, if it wasn't for seeing how decadent and frustrated he looked, he wouldn't have returned home.

"I don't care about whether you need to take action in person. I came to England without solving those people...Shen Yu will not listen to your explanation."

"I don't need to explain to him."

Song Bingjue did things, when did he need to explain to others?He looked at Ya:

"You are his subordinate, but I am not."

"Why are you talking about this again? If you have to talk, you two open a box and have a good chat, don't talk about it here."

Come out to play, they are talking about these boring topics here, Mu Wan'an's face gradually darkened, "What's the point of this?"

"Okay, okay—let's not talk about it."

It is rare for her to have a little temper, or rather, this kind of emotion is very rare in her five years later. Song Bingjue looked at her like this, only full of love and reluctance, "wanwan said I promise anything."

"Now that you're here, why are you being so nice to me?"

His attitude towards himself became more and more conniving, Mu Wan'an looked at his almost overflowing pampering, and felt strange. Although he was kind to her in the past, he didn't reach this level.

"That's because, seeing that the duck is about to fly away, he must be nicer to you."

Yayin, who couldn't understand Song Bingjue's attitude, interjected suspiciously, and patted Mu Wan'an on the shoulder:

"Don't blame me for not reminding you, this man is as cunning and cruel as a wolf. If you follow him, you will be eaten to death."

"..."

Simply ignoring him, Song Bingjue just looked at her in front of him, "Xiao Bie Sheng Xinhuan, when you're not around...I miss you all the time."

He kept his voice very low for the last half of the sentence, and squeezed her palm lightly while speaking, like a shy teenager who just fell in love.

"You ah you..."

His face was burning hot by his reaction, Mu Wan'an quickly pulled her hand out of his palm, she lowered her head and said slowly:

"Where did you learn this love story? Did Han Xiu tell you or read it yourself?"

"Every word comes from the heart, from the heart."

Seeing her face, Song Bingjue felt a gleam of joy in his heart, but he still maintained his old-fashioned appearance, but the tips of his ears were slightly tinged with red.

……

Looking at the two people beside her who looked like they were lovers and concubines, Ya felt depressed. She knew that she would not stay in London. Looking at this picture is really embarrassing!
The three of them went to a restaurant outside, Mu Wan'an was afraid that the two of them would quarrel in public, so he specially chose a private room.

This is a Chinese restaurant run by Chinese. The taste is rare and authentic in London. Many Chinese restaurants have made some changes in taste to cater to the tastes of foreigners.

She didn't feel it when she was on the way, but when she actually sat down in the box, Mu Wan'an felt that the atmosphere was extremely awkward. The lives of Ya and Song Bingjue had no intersection at all, and she didn't know what to say when they were chatting.

The three of them sat silently for a while, but Song Bingjue quietly found hers to hold one of his hands under the table. Mu Wan'an looked at Ya, who was sitting next to her, and saw that he hadn't noticed, and then lowered her head guiltyly.

"waiter."

The waiter who had already walked to the door of the box was called back by Ya, and Ya ordered a few more dishes, and then lazily said:
"Today, the God of Wealth is in the southeast direction, please serve from the southeast direction."

southeast?Isn't it the side where Song Bingjue is sitting?
It was only then that Mu Wan'an realized that Ya should know everything, she took her hand back in great shame, and by the way gave a hard look at the man who was still restless and wanted to hold his hand.

In the next moment, Song Bingjue was honest, and Mu Wanan finally recovered from the joy of seeing him. She thought of Shen Yu. , I don't know if I will be angry...

"Okay, let's stop here today. I'm going back."

After the meal, Mu Wan'an bid farewell, and Song Bingjue looked at her with burning eyes:

"Don't you want to stay with me a little longer?"

"..."

Song Bingjue, who suddenly became clingy, really made her overwhelmed. Mu Wan'an suddenly remembered a word that is popular now: small, small milk dog?

But he is obviously already the age of the old wolf dog, hey!
Shamefully agreeing to his request to send herself to the gate of the manor, Mu Wan'an lowered her head to avoid Ya's condemning gaze, "Only this once!"

Song Bingjue, who got what he wanted, didn't listen to the phrase "only this time". He nodded:
"nature."

However, before they walked out of the restaurant, they met Cheng Wushuang who was bringing a female companion. Compared with the "low-key" in China, he dressed up even more when he returned to his sphere of influence. A regular shirt, slightly tight trousers underneath, and hair dyed black and gray, one can tell at a glance that he is a person who is at the forefront of the trend.

He saw Song Bingjue and Mu Wan'an, and a smile appeared on his face:
"Why are you here?"

After all, he whispered a few words to the blond woman beside him, and walked over with his female companion. He looked at Mu Wan'an, apparently still not understanding how the person who had suddenly disappeared before appeared in England:

"Good night, sister, why are you here? Didn't you—"

"What happened before was a misunderstanding."

She didn't know whether the Cheng family and Shen Yu were in opposition or something else, so she could only prevaricate, "But it happened suddenly, so I made you worry."

"We are all trivial matters. Brother Song was the one who was terrible when your accident happened just now."

He couldn't help scratching his head, and he didn't want to get to the bottom of it, so he said:
"But now that you're safe and sound, that's good."

Looking at the blond woman next to him, who was still the lady of the Medici family who followed him last time, Mu Wan'an couldn't help but sigh for Song Jiajia, but the Cheng family is a hereditary family, and the relationship is deeply intertwined. Well, if Jiajia is really with Cheng Wushuang, I'm afraid it will be very difficult to have a good time.

"Where do you live now? Don't you all still live in hotels?"

Suddenly remembered their accommodation problem, Cheng Wushuang hurriedly asked.