Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

Seeing her sleepy face slightly furrowed between her brows, Song Bingjue sighed in his heart. He slowly pulled up her skirt, but there was no trace of charm in his heart. The blue and purple purple, it should have been accidentally obtained during the dodge process.

He picked up the towel, wrung out the water gently, and then wiped her body very carefully. He had just touched her body, and she moved uncomfortably in her sleep, apparently still in some pain.

After finally wiping her body, applying medicine and changing her clothes, Song Bingjue frowned tiredly, and walked out lightly. Sure enough, he saw Ya who had been waiting here outside.

Compared with his usual rebelliousness, Ya who just moved the phone away from his ear looked a little more serious, obviously noticing that Song Bingjue had come out, he immediately pretended to be nonchalant, "How is she? "

"Mainly trauma."

Thinking of the stumbling on her body, Song Bingjue's eyes darkened suddenly, and he sat down on the sofa opposite Ya, with a hint of mockery:
"What? You already know?"

No matter how he asked him in the past, Yadu was not so depressed. His face was full of fatigue, "This matter...is indeed our fault."

"Why did the Italians come here suddenly? And they targeted Wan Wan?"

Song Bingjue already had a general conclusion in his mind about these issues, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked extremely dangerous, "I don't care how you fight for power and profit internally. But it has been involved late...I must give you an explanation !"

"..."

Not knowing what to say, Ya slightly lowered his head, and he never expected that that idiot James dared to do such a rebellious thing!

"It's better to stay with me every night than to stay in the UK and become a victim of your power struggle."

Seeing that he had nothing to say, Song Bingjue took the opportunity and said indifferently, "I think you are a smart person, and you also want to be safe and sound every night, right?"

"Before Shen Yu comes back, she...just follow you first."

Although he was unwilling, he couldn't see the enemies in the dark, not to mention that the manor was in danger now, and it was far safer to be by Song Bingjue's side than by his side.

"But if you hurt her—"

"That's not going to happen."

Song Bingjue interrupted him, he was extremely confident in his ability, "I suggest, you should get rid of those people in the manor as soon as possible."

After finishing speaking, he didn't want to say more, it was getting late, and Ya also needed to rest.

Italy, City of Emerald.

The huge ancient building with thick dark purple satin curtains looks extraordinarily mysterious in the night. A servant holding a golden candlestick hurriedly walked towards the man sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and playing chess alone.

The man has brown slightly curly hair and deep eyebrows and eyes unique to Westerners. He concentrates on holding the chess piece, carefully considering the next step, as if he is oblivious to everything outside.

"Godfather, it failed over there..."

Putting the golden candlestick on the table beside him, the servant replied cautiously. While speaking, he secretly observed the face of the young godfather, fearing that if his words were not careful, he would offend him.

"It's nothing more than a few idiots, failure is also a normal thing."

Gently turning the ivory chess piece in his hand, Leon wasn't too surprised by the news, his attitude was downplaying, as if it was just a trivial matter.

"It's just that Dragon Palace and Snakehead seem to have exchanged news. Will this make them target us together?"

This godfather is not the kind of strict self-discipline and pursuit of perfection in everything. The servant doesn't know what he thinks, but he starts to do it.The development of the mafia is deeply worried, "If they join forces to deal with us..."

"Talk out—"

For the subordinate's kind reminder, Leon was extremely displeased. He threw the chess piece in his hand as a hidden weapon at the servant. The chess piece brushed the servant's cheek with great force, and then nailed it into the wall——

"Is it your turn to intervene in my affairs?"

Surprised, the servant had a more intuitive understanding of the extent of the godfather's face change. He knelt on the ground holding his breath, crawled over and kissed his toes, expressing his respect and apology: "Father, you know I didn't mean that." ..."

Leon didn't even bother to look at him any more. The chess game was already over. He took his eyes back from the chessboard and looked at the servant lying on the ground:

"Some things, I think it's better for you not to interrupt... If you say too much, you will make me have the urge to kill you. Do you know?"

His tone is so arrogant and indifferent, the life and death of a person is already irrelevant to him, even if this person is so loyal.

"Please forgive my sin."

Hearing this sentence, the trembling servant didn't know what to say, he could only try his best to kiss Leon's toes to express his piety and submission.

Lyon looked out of the floor-to-ceiling windows like a castle covered in silver by the moonlight. Fort Corsica has stood on the Apennine Peninsula for centuries. He rested his chin and looked at the scenery in the distance. He didn't mean to punish the servant any more. Instead, he remembered the information collected by his subordinates, and couldn't help showing a smile:
"If this woman is really important to Song Bingjue... then it will be a good show."

The servant who didn't know what he was talking about heaved a long sigh of relief for having recovered his life, and completely lost the curiosity to explore the "this woman" in his words. Fort Corsica fell into another trap. There was a dead silence.

Mu Wan'an, who woke up at three o'clock in the afternoon, opened her eyes, and she was the only one left in the bedroom. She was wearing the pajamas provided by the hotel, sitting up with her body propped up, and instantly felt the muscle contraction. sore.

"hiss……"

She couldn't help but gasped, and then carefully lifted up her clothes. There were quite a few bruises on her body, which looked really shocking.

Seeing a box of ointment placed on the bedside table, Mu Wan'an took it and applied it to her scars. When she pulled down the collar of her pajamas to apply medicine to the wound under her ribs, the door was pushed open——

Just after waking up, she was still not very clear-headed, so she raised her head for no apparent reason, and when she saw Song Bingjue carrying several clothes bags, she even asked in a daze:

"How did you come?"

Seeing her like this, Song Bingjue knew that she hadn't woken up yet, so he wisely put the clothes bag by the door, and then walked out:
"Put on your clothes after applying the medicine."

?

Looking at the clothes bag he put by the door, and at her half-exposed upper body, Mu Wan'an's face flushed instantly, and she understood why Song Bingjue's face was weird for a moment just now... It's not because she was confused Mistake!
After dawdling for a long time, Mu Wan'an suppressed the feeling of shame in his heart, changed his clothes, then walked out of the room as if nothing had happened, and said to Song Bingjue who was sitting on the sofa:
"Why am I here? And Ya? Where did he go?"

"Ah, I have some things to deal with, so you are going to stay with me for a few days."

Her awkward and forced calm appearance really made him laugh, with a smile on his lips,:

"Does Wanwan want to be with Ya more? Do you think it's not good to be with me? It seems that Wanwan's heart has completely turned to Ya's side."

"This is you talking to yourself here alone..."

Mu Wan'an was dumbfounded when he heard his narrow and jealous remarks. She stuttered for a long time before retorting:

"I don't have any comparison in my heart, but you like to list such things. In my heart, Ya is my friend, and you...you are also my friend. They are all the same!"

"It turns out that I'm just Wan Wan's friend."

Even though he knew that she said this because she was so shy, Song Bingjue still felt uncomfortable. He got up and walked over, stood still in front of her, held her face viciously, and kissed her deeply. She struggled After a few strokes, I found that the man's strength was astonishing, no matter what, he couldn't break free, so he could only fulfill his wish and simply let him go.

Seeing that she finally settled down, Song Bingjue moved away, and he looked at her fixedly, with a sense of certainty and a rare complacency in his eyes:

"Will a friend kiss you like this? Wanwan... What you said just now made me very unhappy. Tell me, are we friends or lovers?"

The smug look on his face made Mu Wan'an very depressed, she pushed him, then wiped her lips fiercely:
"Friends are friends... I'm really angry if I disagree with you!"

Seeing her angry look with her little hand raised, Song Bingjue felt a greater sense of joy in his heart. He lowered his head and looked at her red lips rubbed red by her, his eyes became deeper and deeper, but his face still said :

"Ever since you came to England, you only have Shen Yu and Ya in your heart... I'm really angry too."

"You're angry and still hug me so tightly?"

Stubborn, but still unable to break free, Mu Wan'an couldn't help but glared at him fiercely, then turned her head to one side:

"I think it's fake that you are angry, but it's real to take this opportunity to bully me!"

Her angry appearance was also very delicate to him. He tilted his head and looked at her for a long time, but the strength in his hands did not relax at all. asked:

"What are you looking at? If you keep staring at me like this, is it possible that a flower has grown on my face?"

This is probably the so-called beauty is in the eye of the beholder, right?Song Bingjue smiled and kissed her on the face again.