Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

While talking, there was the sound of the door opening outside, and Mu Wan'an walked downstairs with some hope. She glanced at Chen Xinxue, who was with the old god, but for some reason, she felt flustered that she hadn't felt in a long time.

She has to trust him.

They reconciled, she had to believe that he would give her a reasonable reason.

"Why are you standing at the door?"

Song Bingjue, who had just returned from the company, had just handed over the documents to his servants, when he saw her appearing at the door, he showed a faint smile:

"It will be fine after these two days are busy. You..."

Before finishing a sentence, a strange female voice came from the living room:

"You're back."

His eyebrows sank bit by bit, Mu Wan'an carefully observed the look on his face, and his mood was a little subtle:
"This lady claims to be Chen Xinxue, and she has a child... Do you know her?"

In fact, as long as she saw his expression, she already had some confidence. She turned sideways and looked at the woman Song Bingjue was frowning at:
"It seems that I misunderstood you. Just now I thought you were deceiving me."

"Bingjue, it's been a long time."

Standing up from the sofa, she smiled and looked at the tall man at the door:

"Look at your look, you haven't forgotten me."

"A dead person, since he is already dead, why does he appear again?"

Unexpectedly, she would appear in front of him again, Song Bingjue clenched his hands unconsciously, and he said coldly:
"What are you here for?"

"It's okay, can't I come to you?"

Walking towards Song Bingjue step by step, Chen Xinxue had a bright but not frivolous smile on her face, and she stood gently in front of Song Bingjue:
"I haven't seen you for so long, don't you miss me at all?"

"What do you say?"

The tone became colder, and Song Bingjue saw a little boy holding candy on the sofa not far away and looking at him, his expression became a little more serious:

"What's the matter with this child?"

"He's your son, don't you even recognize him?"

Seeing that he asked about Pingping, Chen Xinxue turned around and waved at Pingping. The little boy ran into her arms shyly and timidly.

Chen Xinxue hugged the child, gently stroked his eyebrows, and then looked at Song Bingjue:

"You can't see it, can you?"

"You can say he is my son just because of his similar facial features? When you gave birth that day, you only gave birth to one, and I already have Xiao Si... You said this is my son, and you put Xiao Si on where?"

Song Bingjue didn't believe a single word of what she said. He glanced at the frail child. The sickness could not be concealed between his thin body and face, and he must have hidden diseases.

"I'm afraid I can't say these things in front of outsiders."

As she said that, Chen Xinxue glanced at Mu Wan'an who had a cold expression with interest, and she smiled slightly:
"After all, it was a private matter when I was giving birth, so it's not humane. What do you think?"

There is something in her words.

Glancing at Mu Wan'an, who was unaware of this, Song Bingjue suppressed the depression in his heart, and managed to utter a word:

"it is good."

Seeing that it had been two hours since they entered the study, Mu Wan'an, who was sitting in the living room, felt anxious. She drank water several times back and forth, but she still couldn't quench her irritability and eagerness.

Glancing at the child obediently sitting on the sofa eating biscuits, Mu Wan'an carefully scrutinized his brows and eyes. Looking carefully, he was indeed somewhat similar to Song Bingjue.

I don't know if it's her psychological effect. The more she looked at it, the more she felt that this child had an inseparable relationship with Song Bingjue.

It's just that he only took a few mouthfuls of the meals she asked her servants to prepare for him just now, but he never stopped talking about these snacks, and there was a deep tiredness between his brows and eyes, which must be blood There is a loss above.

Sighing, Mu Wan'an was about to take a nap, but when she heard the movement on the stairs, she immediately looked back——

It's Stoudemire.

Just as Mu Wan'an breathed a sigh of relief, she remembered what Chen Xinxue said to herself before. If the child on the sofa is Song Bingjue's real son, then Xiaosi...

Involuntarily thumped in her heart, Mu Wan'an stood up from the sofa, walked in front of him, knelt down and looked at him:
"Small..."

Seeing him put his hand on his back and pat it lightly, as if to comfort himself, Mu Wan'an finally got a little comfort in his depressed mood:
"I'm fine. How did Stoudemire sleep for so long today? Did you sleep well?"

Seeing him nodding expressionlessly, Mu Wan'an didn't know what to do. She bit her lip and looked towards the second floor, then hugged him to the sofa.

As soon as he sat on the sofa, he couldn't help looking at the child who was biting the biscuit, and then looked at Mu Wan'an, as if asking who this person was.

"He... he may be your younger brother, or he may be your elder brother."

Sighing, Mu Wan'an could only tell him this. She was afraid that what Chen Xinxue said was true, so she ordered:
"If you live together in the future, you have to take good care of him...but if you suffer any grievances, don't hold back and tell Dad in time."

After hearing this, he couldn't help holding her finger, and Mu Wan'an forced a smile:
"It's okay, I won't go."

She waited quietly with Xiaosi in her arms, and the child opposite looked up at them from time to time, with both novelty and guard in his eyes.

Another hour later, the door of the study was pushed open. Mu Wan'an hurriedly hugged Xiaosi and looked upstairs, his eyes unconsciously brought hope:

"What's the matter? Siu...is that child your son?"

"Of course it's his son. This matter can't be true anymore."

Song Bingjue, who first appeared in her field of vision, frowned, and did not answer. Instead, Chen Xinxue, who came out from behind him, replied slowly.

She walked up to Song Bingjue and stood side by side with him, as if they were a real couple:
"This matter is a private matter between me and Bingjue, so I won't bother you, Miss Mu, as a guest."

"Shouldn't you just listen to her words and believe that this child is your own flesh and blood? Song Bingjue... Just to be on the safe side, I think you should take this child for an appraisal..."

This sudden news made her a little hard to accept for a while, Mu Wan'an spoke incoherently, and she was a little awkward in speaking:
"Xiaosi, no...it's this child, the timing of Ms. Chen's return is really a coincidence..."

"I just said, this woman must not believe that Pingping is our son."

With a slight smile, Chen Xinxue picked up an appraisal report, threw it from upstairs and landed on the ground, she said contemptuously:

"Do you think I'm the kind of person who would make fun of this kind of thing? Back then... I wanted to leave the Song family, and I didn't want to be separated from my son, so I bought off the doctors and nurses before giving birth, and exchanged the baby I bought gone."

Realizing that Siu Si, who was being hugged by her, grabbed her clothes, Mu Wan patted his back and calmed his emotions, then looked at Song Bingjue on the second floor:
"Is what she said... all true?"

After asking this question, she couldn't help holding her breath, staring straight at him, trying to see something unusual on his face.

"Don't ask me any more."

Seeing her and Xiao Si all looking at him together, Song Bingjue's expression became more serious, and he said lightly:

"It's true what she said."

"what……"

Sudden loss of strength in the body, Mu Wan'an took Xiao Si alone and took two steps back, until she supported the sofa before barely standing still.

"It's normal for you to have difficulty accepting it for a while."

Seeing her frightened look, Chen Xinxue showed a smug smile:

"However, this can't conceal the fact that Pingping is Bingjue's own son. Come—Pingping, come here quickly, and call Dad quickly."

Pingping put down his snacks and climbed upstairs. He glanced at the imposing man, couldn't help but took two steps back, and finally threw himself into Chen Xinxue's arms without yelling.

"Bingjue, my son seldom sees you. Look, he is still a little afraid of you now! You should give him a hug!"

Glancing at her timid son, Chen Xinxue pushed him to Song Bingjue's side, and she smiled sweetly and said:

"Hurry up, this is the father you have been thinking about for a long time, call him father."

Seeing the extremely harmonious appearance of their family of three, even Song Bingjue felt a little loose, bending down to touch the child named Pingping, Mu Wan'an couldn't help but shouted:

"Song Bingjue—"

As soon as she finished speaking, Xiao Si, who was holding her, struggled to break away from her, and slipped down from her embrace like a nimble little fish, and rushed upstairs, taking Ping Ping, who was slowly approaching Song Bingjue, away. Push it far away.

"What are you doing?! Why are you attacking my son!"

Couldn't help screaming, Chen Xinxue helped her son up from the ground, and yelled at him:
"Don't even look at who you are? You are just a fake! Doves have occupied the magpie's nest for so many years, why do you push my son?"

Seeing that Xiaosi just stared at Pingping with wide eyes, but didn't say a word, Chen Xinxue felt hairy when he saw him, so she pushed Xiaosi angrily:
"Thanks to me, you can enjoy this kind of life for a few years. You are content! A little beggar who doesn't know where he came from! Is he worthy of being compared with my son?"

"What do you do as an adult about things between children?"

Even though she knew that Xiaosi was wrong about what happened just now, Mu Wan'an still couldn't bear her embarrassing a child like this.

She rushed upstairs in a few steps, helped Xiao Si up from the ground and hugged her into her arms, and looked at her resentfully:
"When you used this child to escape from the Song family, shouldn't you have expected such a day? Since you have changed this child's life, you should be responsible for him! Even if he is not your child, as a mother, Can't you be nice to him?"