Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

"I think she is really impatient with the good Miss Chen, and she just wants to show these hypocritical and sarcastic looks!"

With a cold snort, Father Chen didn't really want to scold his daughter, after all, he pityed her for losing a finger, but now Chen Xinrao is getting more and more out of line with him:
"It's really getting more and more incomprehensible!"

"Is father here to pick on me?"

Couldn't help but put the chopsticks heavily on the table, Chen Xinrao just felt that everything was not as she wanted, and her usual charming face also changed into a sinister look:
"If you have any anger, go and send it to those who are not satisfied with you outside. Right now, no one in the entire city of A knows that our Chen family's building is about to collapse, and everyone is waiting to see a joke."

"Well, what business are you talking about at home?"

Seeing the tension between the two, the good father and daughter seem to be turning into enemies, Mother Chen hurried out to stop, she looked at her daughter with a cold face:

"Xinrao, it's rare for you to come back. I specially made your favorite dishes, try them first."

There was pleading in the mother's eyes, even though Chen Xinrao was still holding a breath in her chest, she didn't have another attack.

The whole family just finished their meal in such an incongruous manner. Chen Xinrao put down his chopsticks and wanted to leave. Father Chen couldn't see it, and said:

"Why, are you planning to never recognize me as a father again?"

"How dare I."

She replied indifferently, "The grace of giving birth is greater than the sky, I just need to go back to rest now. Why, my father can't even agree to this request, can he?"

"You!... You really have hard wings, Xinrao, Dad knows that he has done something wrong, but you have to give me a chance to explain. You are my daughter, and it is impossible for a father to harm you. "

Feeling so sad and helpless, Father Chen had no choice but to give in first. Although Chen Xinrao's various actions today made him extremely angry, he didn't want to lose this daughter even more in his heart, "Father is really sorry for you except for the jewelry. I think I did my best.”

"Father just needs to have a clear heart? Why do you need to explain so much to me?"

Although what she said was full of sarcasm, Chen Xinrao's heart has eased a lot. The relationship between father and daughter for more than ten years cannot be annihilated in a short time. No matter how cold-hearted she was before she came, at this time But it is also softer:
"Dad, I just moved out. I will always leave you in the future. Now it's just a little earlier."

Hearing such words, Chen's father felt a little better. He knew that what his daughter wanted to know most was the news about Song Bingjue, so he took out the information about Song Bingjue that he had just learned to make her happy:
"Xinrao, do you know? Song Bingjue has already returned from England, and this time he didn't bring that dead woman, Mu Wan'an, with him. I asked specifically, and it seems that Mu Wan'an will not come back with him this time."

"What? Is this true?"

This is simply great news. Chen Xinrao's heart, which had been hazy for a long time, suddenly cleared up, and her little face, which has always been sleepy lately, suddenly showed a look of joy. She murmured to herself:
"I'm in pretty good shape recently, it should be okay to see him like this..."

After finishing speaking, she turned her expectant gaze to Qi Cheng, who had been silent all this time, with hesitation and unconfidence in her eyes: "Qi Cheng, do you think I can do this? Will it look too pale? Should I paint it?" Some lipstick?"

"You...you're fine like this."

Although he was bitter in his heart, Qi Cheng still couldn't say anything to stop her, so he nodded:

"If you want to see him, I'll go with you."

"You accompany me?"

A little afraid that Song Bingjue would feel that he already had a new love after seeing this scene, Chen Xinrao's tone was a little hesitant, and finally said:

"Just wait for me downstairs. I want to go up to see him alone."

How cruel.

For some reason, Qi Cheng suddenly thought of this sentence in his heart, but facing Chen Xinrao's delicate face and the hidden fear in his tone, he could only nod with difficulty:

"it is good."

Arriving at the downstairs of the Song Group, Chen Xinrao looked up at the top floor - that was Song Bingjue's office, which occupied the entire first floor of the Song Group. She used to be able to come and go freely, but now...

"Go up."

Seeing her face showing a look similar to "near-native love and timidity", Qi Cheng felt pain in his heart, but he still encouraged with a gentle expression:
"Continuing to guard here will only waste time. If you don't go up, how can you get the answer you want?"

Hearing his words, Chen Xinrao couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion in her heart. When she was proud, she didn't think it was a big deal to be accompanied by others. She was always surrounded by stars; but after the Chen family lost power, she realized that sincerity is really rare.

"it is good."

With his encouragement, Chen Xinrao calmed down and walked towards the Song Group. Just as she passed by the front desk, the front desk lady stopped her with a look of embarrassment:

"Miss Chen?"

Her heart couldn't help tightening, Chen Xinrao's face was still as arrogant as usual, she turned to look at her, "What's the matter? Is there something wrong?"

"May I ask you to find—"

Before the lady at the front desk could finish her question, Chen Xinrao spoke vigorously: "Is it your turn to ask about the matter between me and my brother-in-law?"

"..."

Seeing her being so aggressive, the front desk lady wanted to argue, but was interrupted by a gentle male voice:
"Lucy, leave this to me."

Following the voice, it was Han Xiu who appeared here at some unknown time, his face was always gentle, Chen Xinrao looked at him, and couldn't help frowning:

"Han Special Assistant, when can I not come here to find my brother-in-law?"

"Miss Chen, today is different from the past."

Facing Chen Xinrao's words, Han Xiu didn't persuade him as well as before. Although his face was still respectful and gentle, the content of his words didn't sound very good:
"Originally this is an office place, not a place to talk about family life. Miss Chen, it's already very inappropriate for you to come here again and again."

I didn't expect that I could step on it alone now. How could Han Xiu dare to talk like this when he saw him in the past?Chen Xinrao was angry in her heart, but she didn't dare to do anything to him, so she could only reluctantly say:
"He's my brother-in-law. Could it be that I can't find my own brother-in-law? There's no such reason in the world. Besides, my brother-in-law didn't even say to kick me out. Assistant Han is too much in control."

"If it wasn't for the president's intention, how could a small assistant like me dare to control Ms. Chen?"

Facing her aggression, Han Xiu still looked like he couldn't get along with it, his gentle but alienated smile looked extraordinarily cold at this moment:
"The meaning of today is different from the past. I think Ms. Chen understands it very well. The president and Ms. Chen Xinxue have dissolved their marriage for many years. The name you call brother-in-law is really not worthy of the name. In addition, I heard that Ms. Chen seems to have encountered something recently. Things, the body doesn't seem to have taken care of it, it's better to rest at home."

The last few words pierced Chen Xinrao's heart deeply, she immediately retracted her left hand, her face changed several times, and she said:
"So, is Special Assistant Han determined not to let me see my brother-in-law?"

"If you want to meet 'brother-in-law', we don't have any in the Song Group; if you want to meet the president of the Song Group, maybe you can still meet him."

……

How dare he force himself like this!

Chen Xinrao clenched her hands tightly, staring at him with her beautiful eyes. If she didn't call Song Bingjue "President" today, it seems that she would never see him again!
This is tantamount to forcing him to separate himself from Song Bingjue!

But if I can't see him... Chen Xinrao struggled for a moment, then chose the latter, she gritted her molars and said viciously:
"I want to see Mr. Song, please pass it on."

"Then please wait in the reception area on the first floor."

Pointing to the reception areas distributed on both sides of the gate, Han Xiu had a businesslike expression on his face:

"I'll report back to the president and come back later."

Glancing at the almost full reception area, most of them were business people who wanted Song Bingjue. Even if Chen Xinrao was unwilling, she could only sit there temporarily.

After waiting for more than an hour, Han Xiu appeared in front of her again, with that damned smile on his face:
"Miss Chen, originally the president didn't want to see you. After all, you have nothing to do with him... But, thinking that some things should be done, you are very lucky to see him again."

Finished?What's the deal?
Chen Xinrao's face was full of sarcasm, she looked at the man who humiliated her with words, and said slowly:
"30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, Han Tezhu, I advise you not to be so rampant."

"Miss Chen, you are joking."

While leading the way, Han Xiu explained slowly:
"Most of these words are the original words of the president. Little assistants like us dare not change them at will. You can also ask the president when you see him."

"..."

It seems that he is humiliating himself.

His eyes couldn't help but sink. Chen Xinrao firmly didn't believe that Song Bingjue would treat her like this. Even though he had a bad face when facing her, he still cared about her...

When we arrived at the president's office, the door was only half-closed. Han Xiu knocked lightly and rhythmically, and a man's deep and pleasant voice came from inside the door:
"come in."

After getting an affirmative reply, Han Xiu turned sideways to make way. Chen Xinrao gave him a fierce look, then pushed the door and walked in. Song Bingjue was sitting in front of the French window with his back to her, and there was a small table next to him. He was playing an unfinished game of chess, holding the pieces in one hand, with complex and elusive expressions on his face, as if he was thinking about something.