Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

"I know, there must be a reason for it, so you don't want to tell me."

Hearing her words, Song Bingjue finally let go of his tangled brows, and he relaxed slightly, "So, I hope you can understand me."

"As a friend, of course I can understand you."

She barely overflowed with a smile:
"I thought about it. I'm not the kind of person who is unreasonable. When we are in a close relationship, I can't help but want to know everything about you. But if we are just friends, all these disputes will be resolved."

"What do you want to say?"

Sensing her disheartened heart, Song Bingjue stood in front of her and forced her to face himself. His tone was cold:

"Why can't you give me more trust when you encounter such a thing? You just have to pretend that you don't know anything! Could it be that you really gave up this relationship so easily?"

"It's not me who wants to give up, it's you."

Always wanting more trust in himself, but has he done it himself?

Mu Wan'an laughed at herself, "I've been thinking, is it because I have no bottom line, that's why you keep everything from me."

"I said, it's all for your own good!"

Seeing her cold expression, Song Bingjue felt as if his heart was being bitten densely, and the pain made him breathless for a moment:
"I'll take care of everything for you, and you don't have to worry about anything. Isn't that good?"

"For others, there may be nothing wrong with it."

Looking at him calmly, Mu Wan'an said softly:

"But in my opinion, love is not about hiding, not about hiding from each other—you love me in the way you think is good, but I don't want this kind of love."

"Wanwan! You have to understand that there are too many intrigues and intrigues in my world, so that you don't know anything is the best protection."

With today's situation, he knew that she must have annoyed him, but he still couldn't say a word to her:

"You're so excited today, we'll talk about it later. Have you eaten, eat something first—"

He was about to ask her to sit down and eat something, but she waved his hand away and looked at him coldly:
"This is the last answer you gave me? Song Bingjue...don't you want me to pretend I don't know anything?"

Thinking that she had figured it out, Song Bingjue's expression turned pale. He was about to comfort her, but he heard her say again:
"However, I'm in the game. I can't take myself out so calmly and rationally... If you want me to stay out of it, then let me leave you."

"Don't even think about it!"

He couldn't help but patted the table and stood up. Song Bingjue had noticed the meaning of parting in her words before, but he didn't expect that she would, she would dare!
"It was true that I kept it from you last time, but this time it really happened for a reason. Wanwan, don't be willful."

Holding back his breath, God knows how much he wants to stop her mouth that keeps uttering hurtful words:
"We've come all the way, we've gone through so much, don't tell me you're going to give up if you say you want to give up?"

"I said, it's not that I want to give up, it's that you've been forcing me."

Is it really that difficult to ask for the truth?

Mu Wan'an looked at him with bright eyes, as if the eyes were covered with stars, so bright that it was impossible to ignore:

"I love you, and I have never concealed it... But, Song Bingjue, it wasn't because I love you that I could have concealed it."

"You are too stubborn."

I didn't notice it before, but now I feel that this kind of stubbornness is really too much.

Song Bingjue only felt that he came here by mistake today. He pressed his forehead, and a sense of powerlessness and exhaustion came to his heart:

"I don't want to argue with you, you need to calm down."

Besides being calm, what else would he say to her?
Lifting her bag, Mu Wan'an saw that his eyes looked tired, he was tired, so why didn't she?Such entanglement made her physically and mentally exhausted:

"That's it, that's all."

Looking at the back of her resolutely leaving, Song Bingjue's eyes darkened instantly, and his face that was originally as cold as ice became colder at this moment.

He stopped her:

"Are you serious? Good night, Mu."

"I mean it every time."

However, you have always thought that I was making trouble for no reason.

She still didn't say the last sentence.

"It's easy to get together and part between us. I hope you can treat Xiaosi kindly. Whether he is your son or not, you should have feelings after getting along for so many years."

"Is that all you want to say to me?"

Even when it's time to say goodbye, is she still so calm and rational?
Unwillingness arose in his heart for no reason, Song Bingjue took a few steps forward and took her hand:

"You really have nothing to say to me?"

"It's about this time..."

He clenched it tightly, and Mu Wan'an struggled lightly a few times, but couldn't break free. She turned and looked at him.

The man in front of him raised his brows, his usually calm face was a little more nervous.

Looking at his expression, Mu Wan'an seemed sad and happy. She looked at him as if she was looking at a treasure worth remembering in her youth:

"I wish you well? Or wish you and her to grow old together? I don't seem to be able to face it calmly... But, as long as everyone is well, I don't have anything else to ask for."

"Your requirements are really low."

Despite the reluctance in his heart, Song Bingjue didn't show it on his face.Conceited and proud, he turned his head aside:
"If you insist on this, then we can only make a clean break."

"Alright."

Seeing things come to this point, Mu Wan'an had already thought of this ending, she looked at him:
"It's fair to you, me, and everyone else."

"Yes."

Gritting his teeth and saying these two words, Song Bingjue didn't expect her to be so determined this time, he looked at her coldly, "I hope you won't regret it."

"I have no regrets, let alone a matter of feelings."

After much deliberation, Mu Wan'an breathed a sigh of relief, opened the door and walked outside under his gaze.

I finally asked the question I wanted to ask, although I didn't get the answer.

For the rest of my life, I can only wish you well.

"Tsk tsk tsk... President Song has always been the only one who has dismissed other women. When will it be someone else's turn to break up with you?"

Mu Wan'an's figure disappeared, and a charming female voice came to Song Bingjue's ears. He looked at the woman in red who pushed the door and frowned impatiently:

"Isn't that exactly what you want to see?"

"Heaven and earth conscience, I just want to see you dump that woman hard, instead of obsessing over her back like this."

Chen Xinxue, who was full of smiles, pulled Song Bingjue to sit on the sofa, and sat down opposite him:

"What is Mu Wan'an? It's just a slightly attractive woman. Is this kind of person worthy of your attention?"

"Then what kind of woman do you think is worth it?"

The woman on the opposite side is beautiful, but the greed revealed in the eyebrows is extremely disgusting. Song Bingjue looked at the woman who pretended to be profound in her words and deeds:

"Chen Xinxue, just because I let you live in Yulong Bay doesn't mean I allow you to interfere in my life."

"I have already participated in your life, why do you say these words?"

Unable to help but smile slightly, Chen Xinxue looked at the handsome but indifferent man in front of her with her chin in her hands:

"It's the best choice to break up with her. I brought my child to join you. Don't let me down."

"nature."

Sensing the threat in her tone, Song Bingjue looked at her as if he were looking at a dead person.

There was a cold and sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth:

"You'd better be honest, you can make troubles at home as you like, and the things outside - don't bother you."

"Just broke up like this? You still say that Xiao Si is not Song Bingjue's biological son? The one brought back by Chen Xinxue?"

Hearing Mu Wan'an's words, Song Jiajia couldn't help but widen her eyes. She didn't tell herself these things before:

"Oh my god... If this is the case, then Chen Xinxue is too scary!"

"I have been lurking for so many years just to wait for today. It is really very scheming to let my son leave the Song family and stay by my side."

Being so dormant, Mu Wan'an also felt an inexplicable chill behind her back. She recalled Chen Xinxue's face that vaguely resembled her own, and felt that there seemed to be some terrifying conspiracy hidden behind it.

"By the way, there is a courier for you today. It should be a document from a customer or something. Take a look."

Seeing that there was no mourning on her face, Song Jiajia didn't mention the Song family's affairs any more, and instead put the courier in her hand on her desk.

After Song Jiajia left, Mu Wanan opened the courier casually between work, and a few X-rays slid out and scattered all over the floor:
"This is……"

Frowning, she picked up these things, and Mu Wan'an flipped through them one by one. It seemed to be X-rays of the uterus?But what does this have to do with me?
Puzzled, she had no choice but to take the courier package, on which the sender only wrote Li, and the address was Villa No. 23, Yulong Bay. All in all, it should be sent to her by Li Nian, the senior.

"Brother, why are you sending me this X-ray film? Is there any problem?"

Without thinking too much, she immediately called Li Nian and casually flipped through these similar movies with minor differences.

"What X-ray film?"

Li Nian was a little puzzled when he received the call, he raised his head from the book in doubt:
"Are you mistaken?"

"Villa No. 23, Yulong Bay, isn't it your home? I've seen Grandpa Li exercising there before."

Hearing his denial, Mu Wan'an couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. She frowned and read the delivery address on the courier several times:
"Brother, could it be that you have lost your head because of your studies? This is obviously sent from your home."

Li Nian, who gradually came to his senses, remembered the people who just came to the house a few days ago, and opened the drawer on the lower left of himself, and it was empty.

The things that were placed in it before have disappeared without a trace.