Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

"Why do you take this matter so seriously?"

Gently knocking on the cloisonné vase placed next to him, Song Bingjue turned his eyes to look at him:
"Besides, Leon is not a fool who only knows how to provoke. He came to China alone, so he will definitely not attack Wan Wan directly through his own hands. Or...he came here, Wan Wan is just a cover, borrowed The real purpose is to stir up disputes between the 'Snakehead' and the 'Dragon Palace' and disrupt the situation in Europe."

"Whatever the purpose, he's now setting his sights on goodnight, that's a fact."

He couldn't help but let out a long sigh, even if he wanted to protect Goodnight, Shen Yu was not available right now, when he came to China to avoid the government's tracking, he only brought Ya with him.

"He is notoriously smart. If I keep Goodnight at home, I'm afraid there will be more flaws exposed and it will be easier for him to succeed."

"Instead of being so cautious, it's better to just pretend that nothing happened. The more we are fighting, the more we are in line with Leon's wishes."

Looking up at Shen Yu, Song Bingjue's eyes were determined, "I have fought against him several times, and I probably understand his mind. Since he only contacted Goodnight, he didn't really make a move. Sends a signal to us - he's coming."

"What a weirdo..."

For Lyon, Shen Yu didn't have any special impression, he had no experience of fighting against Lyon, "Now it seems that it's really tricky."

"The most troublesome thing is that I don't know who Lyon has been in contact with now."

Speaking of this, Song Bingjue felt a little headache. Although he knew the news that Leon came to City A, Leon's whereabouts were not in his hands—or in other words, the information he had now was leaked deliberately by Leon His whereabouts are not because he can follow them all the way.

"Lyon seems to be cynical, but he is actually unfathomable. The information they got is what he wants us to know."

Gently knocking on the cloisonné vase, Song Bingjue's expression became deeper and deeper, and he said in a low voice:

"You don't have the experience of fighting against him, so I have to remind you that he is always playing tricks on people's hearts. In other words, he is well versed in the weaknesses of human nature. If you are not careful, you will fall into his trap."

"for example?"

Sensing that there was something in Song Bingjue's words, Shen Yu raised his eyebrows, "Say something straight."

"He must have known that the relationship between you and me is not harmonious. The root of the disharmony lies in Wanwan. It is unknown when Wanwan will be used as a condition for your negotiation."

This is his real purpose for looking for Shen Yulai today. Song Bingjue's eyes tightly clenched his, "I want to get an affirmative answer from you. If you don't want to cooperate with me, or your position at the moment is not If it’s not stable, then I’ll have to make another arrangement.”

"Small?"

Knocked on the door, but no one answered, Mu Wan'an could only softly call Xiao Si's name, fearing that his voice would become unfamiliar, and said:

"I'm Mu Wan'an...do you remember me?"

Still no movement.

She couldn't help feeling a little worried, and couldn't care less about other things. She quickly twisted the door handle, but it wasn't locked. She went in and took a look, only to find that there was a raised bag on the big bed facing the door. It should be Xiao Si up.

She walked over, sat gently on the edge of the bed, and then felt that the little figure on the bed seemed to move——Stoudemire was not asleep.

There were a lot of paintings and paintbrushes scattered on the ground. She picked one up. There was a portrait of a family of three painted on it, and there was still a little unfinished painting, which should have been left behind in a hurry after he heard her knock on the door just now.

In that case... Stoudemire is still blaming himself, right?
Mu Wanan sighed deeply, and then turned her gaze to the bed again. Seeing that she hadn't lifted the quilt for a long time, Xu Shi Xiaosi poked his head out of the quilt, facing her, but the next In seconds, he returned to the quilt with lightning speed.

"Small..."

Seeing him like this, Mu Wan'an didn't know what to say, she just called softly full of guilt:
"Small."

She caressed Xiaosi through the quilt, and she was full of apologies:

"Although I didn't mean to leave you for so long...but I know you must be very sad and angry. I don't know how to explain it, but you believe me, I never thought of leaving you on purpose."

The person under the quilt moved slightly, and Mu Wan'an didn't know if he had forgiven herself, nor did she know what to say, so she could only accompany him quietly.

After a while, a hand stretched out obliquely from under the quilt, that small hand held hers, and scratched her palm one after another.

She bent down and lay on the bed. Sure enough, she saw a pair of big round eyes through the exposed quilt, and he just looked at her like that.

Mu Wan'an felt distressed to the extreme, and she reached in with her other hand to hold his. She said softly:

"Small, don't be angry anymore, okay? I promise you, I will never leave you like this again."

As soon as the words fell, the quilt was lifted suddenly, and a small figure fell straight into her arms, so that Mu Wan'an almost couldn't react, until Xiaosi hugged her tightly, and she gradually returned. Come on.

"It's okay... I'm back..."

Patting Xiaosi's shoulder lightly, his hot and humid tears wet her shoulder all at once, and she also felt sad in her heart, so she could only give him comfort:

"I promise, I will never leave you again."

After a while, Xiaosi calmed down, as if he realized that his behavior just now was not manly at all, and buried his head on her shoulder to wipe away the remaining tears.

"Okay, let me take you to see my brother, okay?"

Being gently rubbed by his little head, Mu Wan'an felt a little itchy, picked him up from the bed, and walked downstairs after getting his nod of agreement.

At this time, they should have finished talking. Mu Wan'an softly told Xiaosi that he had found his lost family, while slowly going down the stairs. Seeing that the two of them were just sitting on the sofa without talking to each other, they couldn't help but Some curiously said:

"Have you guys finished talking? Why don't you talk anymore?"

After speaking, she hugged Xiao Si and sat on another sofa. She whispered to Xiao Si in her arms:
"This is my brother, you can call him Uncle Shen."

Xiao Si raised his eyes quickly, glanced at Shen Yu, then quickly lowered his head, and rubbed against Mu Wan'an's arms again.

"Okay... don't look at him so cold, but he is a very good person."

Seeing that Xiaosi's interest is not high, Mu Wan'an encouraged him, "Xiaosi is the most polite child, isn't he?"

Hearing these words, Xiao Si's eyes lit up, he nodded heavily, and after hesitating for a while, he got out of Mu Wan'an's arms, walked up to Shen Yu, and stared at him with bright eyes.

Shen Yu looked at the child staring at him. Although he didn't like Song Bingjue, he couldn't say anything to such a child.

"..."

After tilting his head and looking at him for a while, Xiao Si took an apple from the fruit plate on the table, walked slowly in front of Shen Yu, took his hand, and stuffed it into his hand.

What's going on here?

Looking at the apple in his hand, Shen Yu couldn't help but burst out laughing, but quickly restrained his smile. He suddenly remembered that Song Bingjue's son... seemed to be different from ordinary people in some ways.

"Xiao Si, Uncle Shen accepted your gift, which means he has accepted you."

Seeing that Xiaosi was still standing there staring at Shen Yu, Mu Wan'an was afraid that Shen Yu would be unhappy, so she took the initiative to say:

"Okay, come to me quickly."

Hearing her words, Xiao Si looked back at Shen Yu again, then moved his legs and threw himself into Mu Wan'an's arms.

"He hasn't seen you for a long time. During the time you were in England, he missed you very much."

Xiaosi doesn't like to talk, and some words can only be said by him. Song Bingjue looked at Xiaosi who was stuck in Mu Wan'an's arms, with a trace of loneliness in his eyes, "It would be great if you could come and accompany him more."

"..."

For his words, Shen Yu was quite speechless. No wonder Song Bingjue asked Wan Wan to visit Xiao Si at the very beginning, so he wanted to use Xiao Si to keep Good Night!He will not let Song Bingjue get his wish!Shen Yu smiled slightly, and said to Song Bingjue:
"Since Xiaosi likes good night so much, why not let Xiaosi stay with us for a few days."

"Since you have kindly invited me, I can safely hand over Xiao Si to you."

Song Bingjue responded with kindness, he looked at the woman who was talking softly to Xiaosi, his eyes were full of tenderness:
"Xiaosi has a very good relationship with Wanwan. When he first saw her, he called her mother. Maybe this is the fate cultivated in his previous life."

For some reason, Shen Yu felt a little uncomfortable. He frowned and looked at Song Bingjue, his eyes full of questions:
"These words made me start to doubt your motives. Don't you insist on marrying Goodnight because you want to find a sincere nanny for your son?"

"You're worrying too much."

Seeing Wanwan couldn't help but raise his head, Song Bingjue knew he had to take this opportunity to speak up, and he couldn't let Wanwan have such a knot in his heart, so he said sincerely:
"If you just want to find someone who can take care of Stoudemire wholeheartedly, there are many choices in this world. I don't have to go through so much trouble to do so. I want to be with Wanwan because I like Wanwan myself. There is no necessary relationship. You can rest assured about this."

Hearing what he said, Mu Wanan breathed a sigh of relief.Shen Yu's question just now is also something that has been bothering her all this time, so she forced a smile:
"What are you talking about so politely?"

"I just don't understand."

Looking at Song Bingjue with slightly squinted eyes, Shen Yu's face was a little skeptical. There were so many doubts about this matter that he had to be cautious.