Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

The screen that was supposed to be dim suddenly lit up.

The way the woman smiled like a flower at the man was exposed to the eyes of the two of them.

Song Bingjue lowered his eyes, looking at the mobile phone that fell on the ground, his eyes became darker.

An inexplicable chill surged into his heart, and Han Xiu immediately shuddered. After Han Xiu stared at his mobile phone for two seconds, he felt an unprecedented coldness. He was so frightened that he bent down to pick up the mobile phone .

Just as he was about to explain something to Song Bingjue, he saw Song Bingjue walked into the first-class cabin without looking back.

Han Xiu paused, thoroughly: "..."

He hurriedly chased after him: "President, I need my help..." Do you want to check?

"No need." Song Bingjue stopped, turned to look at him coldly, and sneered: "Do you think I should have such a sense of crisis?"

After finishing speaking, he turned around coldly.

Behind him, Han Xiu looked at his reflection: "..."

It’s over.

Two words, brushed from the bottom of his heart.

According to his experience, the more indifferent a man is emotionally, the more... the more he cares.

……

That night.

Song Bingjue returned home.

The man appeared at the door in a busy manner, and both Mu Wan'an and Uncle Li were stunned.

"Sir, are you back?" Uncle Li came back to his senses immediately, hurried forward, and took Song Bingjue's coat.

"Hmm." Song Bingjue stared straight at Mu Wan'an from beginning to end, looking at Mu Wan'an with a bit of sharp edge, thinking that there was something wrong with him.

I haven't seen her for a few days, the woman's face is like a peach blossom, her fair face is powdered, and she looks beautiful from the outside.

And in the eyes looking at him, apart from accident, there seemed to be no surprise or nostalgia.

Seeing this, thinking of the photos he saw before, Song Bingjue's eyes became darker, and his breathing became a little short.

He didn't immediately go upstairs to change his clothes, he went straight to the dining table and sat opposite Xiao Si.

Feeling something was wrong, Uncle Li glanced at Mu Wan'an, then at Song Bingjue, and asked in a low voice, "Sir, do you want to go upstairs first, so I can put some hot water?"

"No need." Song Bingjue stared at Mu Wan'an, and seeing the woman's blank eyes, he felt even more aggrieved: "I'm hungry, let's eat first."

With that gaze, for a moment, Mu Wan'an felt that what he wanted to eat was not food, but her.

She didn't know what was wrong with herself, so she could only sit down quietly and eat.

The meal was speechless, and a heavy low air pressure pressed on the top of the head, making people lose their appetite.

After dinner, everyone went upstairs. After taking Xiao Si back to the room, Mu Wan'an thought about it for a while, and asked cautiously: "Mr. Song, is it not going well in Europe?"

Apart from this, she really couldn't think of anything else.

But he didn't want to, the man stopped, turned his head, and looked at her with black eyes, and the words in his mouth popped out word by word: "Smooth, it's progressing quite smoothly, but..."

There was a pause in his voice, as if he felt that his tone was not very good, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and he pointed out: "However, my relationship is not going well..."

Hearing this, Mu Wan'an blinked her eyes, her eyes were dazed and a little embarrassed.

She feels that she is not a winner in this kind of matter, and she is not qualified to talk about Song Bingjue's emotional matters.

Under the shadow of the light, she looked at him blankly. At that moment, his heart, which had been anxious all night and had accumulated a lot of anger, was slightly shaken, and the original anger could not be vented.

He felt aggrieved like never before.

Seeing her speechless, he felt even more annoyed, and asked displeasedly, "Why didn't you speak?"

What kind of eyes did she have, as if he shouldn't have relationship problems?
"I..." Mu Wan'an choked, and thought for a while, "President Song, sincerity can move people, you are so outstanding, that girl will definitely like you."

She didn't know what to say other than this kind of official words.

But I don't want to, I don't know where he hit him with such words. The anger of the man who was still angry was instantly extinguished. He curled his lips and asked in a good mood: "Really? Can sincerity move her?"

What about her?
Did she feel what he meant?

He subconsciously wanted to ask, but met her clear eyes, thought for a while, and decided to wait until the time came before speaking.

God knows how much he suffered when he saw the photos of her with other men on the plane.

Mu Wan'an nodded in embarrassment, "If you are destined?"

She didn't dare to talk too much, it's accurate to say something like fate.

As a result, her words directly made Song Bingjue, who was in a good mood, into a bad mood.

"Really?" His face was slightly dark, then he gritted his teeth and said every word: "I have a lot of fate with her."

After finishing speaking, he walked back to the room, leaving Mu Wan'an holding Xiao Si, with a look of incomprehension.

Mr. Song today, why is he so eccentric...

……

Taking Xiao Si back to the room, after reading the storybook, Xiao Si couldn't fall asleep, Mu Wan'an saw that the time was not up yet, and didn't force her, so she took the tablet to accompany Xiao Si to watch cartoons.

Halfway through, the senior sent a WeChat message. Seeing that Xiao Si was looking at it seriously, she lowered her head and replied to the message.

On the side, Siu Si watched her having a heated chat with the senior, paused, opened the small WeChat window, and poked his dad.

【. ] A full stop was sent.

Next door, Song Bingjue, who received the WeChat, paused, knowing that they were still awake, and asked, "What are you doing?"

[Screenshot] Stoudemire sent a screenshot of the video and an emoji of a villain.

Are you watching a video alone?
Knowing a son is like a father, how could Song Bingjue not understand what his son meant, paused for a moment, and then asked, "What is she doing?"

In the next second, [a woman's expression] and [a man's expression] were sent.

A symbol of [red lips] was specially added at the back.

Seeing this, Song Bingjue took a deep breath, and the gas that had just recovered was almost about to explode.

She is chatting with a man?Chirp me me?

For almost a second, some were about to explode. Song Bingjue tried his best to maintain his sanity. After calming down for a long time, he asked again: "Do you want her to be with us forever?"

【. 】Song Xiaosi went back immediately.

"Then what are they talking about?" Song Bingjue asked.

On this side, watching Dad's question, Xiao Si thought for a while, then took the tablet and buried it in Mu Wan'an's arms.

Thinking that Xiao Si wanted to get close to her, Mu Wan'an did not refuse, and continued to chat with Xiao Si while hugging him.

She thought Xiaosi was illiterate, so she didn't shy away from it, but she didn't want Xiaosi's dark eyes to be looking at her mobile phone screen instead of his tablet, and one emoticon after another was sent to his dad's WeChat inside--

【A dynamic picture of a thousand miles and a thread, gif. 】

[Animation of a woman smiling like a flower, gif. 】

[The expression of a man and a woman hugging each other, gif. 】

[Woman's blushing expression, hate pulling, gif. 】

Xiao Si can't speak, and he doesn't like typing, so there are countless emoticons on WeChat, which are extremely rich. He cleverly expressed the content of the chat between Mu Wan'an and Li Nian——

[Tomorrow, Mu Wan'an is going on a date with Li Nian. 】

[They chatted happily. 】

【Mu Wan'an smiled, she blushed, and she was also shy. 】

These three are not very good news for Song Bingjue, and his forehead suddenly hurts when he read them.

He has only been away for a few days, and he will be with another man...

Happy and blush.

Good night when facing him, never before!

An inexplicable sense of crisis welled up in his heart, until he saw Xiao Si send a "kiss, good night" expression, his whole nerves completely collapsed.

The man said to her... Good night, and a kiss?
Without even thinking about it, Song Bingjue directly lifted the quilt covering him...

Little did they know, when Mu Wan'an chatted with Li Nian, apart from smiling, there was only a smiling expression.

And here, Stoudemire saw that Dad's WeChat did not respond to him for a long time, blinked, then closed the small window, and watched the cartoon seriously...

He really never knew what cheating is...

……

In the room, Mu Wan'an made an appointment with the senior and prepared to turn off the phone.

Just as he was about to turn off the lights, there was a knock on the door.

After tidying up her pajamas, Mu Wan'an put on her slippers and went to open the door. Seeing the man standing at the door with a dark face, she was almost startled.

"Song... Bingjue?" She paused, then thought: "Are you here to pick up Xiao Si?"

That's right, he must be missing his son very much when he is away on business for a few days, maybe he wants to sleep with Xiaosi.

She was wearing a white nightdress with a small neckline, showing a little delicate collarbone, her hair was scattered, and her eyes were slightly hooked. No matter how she looked at her, she felt seductive.

Song Bingjue, who was still full of anger, suddenly felt dry mouth.

"No." He opened his mouth, endured the turmoil in his heart, and glanced at Xiaosi in the room, but he couldn't say a word for a long time.

What is he going to say?
Said he came to catch rape?

But... what is his identity?
The more he thought about it, the more the veins on his forehead throbbed.

Seeing Mu Wan'an looking at him with bright eyes, his heart softened.

"Wanwan?" After a moment of silence, he suddenly spoke.

"Huh?" Mu Wan'an looked at him and blinked.

Resisting the urge to touch her eyelids, Song Bingjue took a deep breath and said, "Good night."

Then, as if he was still not satisfied, he added: "My dear."

When the words fell, Mu Wan'an was shocked instantly.

what... what?dear dear?
She had an expression on her face as if she had seen a beast.

But Song Bingjue looked as if nothing had happened: "People nowadays, don't call everyone that."

He just called dear, and that man even kissed, what's the matter, can't he call like that?

Thinking about it, he seemed to feel that he was a bit ridiculous, he coughed, and after finishing speaking, he turned around and left, walking hastily.

Mu Wan'an, who hadn't had time to react: "..."

So, did Song always go out of his way to say good night to her?Thinking of the unshakable "good night" WeChat messages received these days, Mu Wanan: "..."

Mr. Song likes to say good night to people so much? ?so polite...

She has lost her mind.

……

At the other end, back in the room, Song Bingjue received another WeChat message from his son.

This time, the emoticon package sent by Stoudemire is——

【Hey, you're so clumsy, sarcasm, jif】

Song Bingjue, who was severely mocked by his son: "..."

……