Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

"gentlemen……"

Uncle Li, who knew his living habits, looked worried on the side.

Worried that Uncle Li would reveal his secrets, Song Bingjue sent Uncle Li to tidy up the study.

"You can eat too." Song Bingjue put some dishes into Mu Wan'an's bowl, telling her not to patronize others and forget about herself.

With a smile in the corner of Mu Wan'an's eyes, she saw that Song Bingjue's act of serving her vegetables for the first time was no longer uneasy and helpless. She turned her big black and white eyes and looked at the dining table in front of her.

"I think there seems to be something missing!"

"What's missing?"

Song Bingjue followed Mu Wan'an's words and looked at the table. Six dishes and one soup are already very rich for three people. What's missing?
"Less wine!" Mu Wan'an suddenly realized, got up and walked to the kitchen.

Seeing Mu Wan'an rummaging through the refrigerator, he also got up and walked over.

"The wine is not here, I asked Uncle Li to—"

Before he finished speaking, Mu Wan'an held up a can of beer to Song Bingjue's eyes, and said with satisfaction as if he had found a treasure: "This is it! How can this meal be done without wine tonight!"

beer?

Is she looking for beer?

Song Bingjue frowned slightly.As soon as they grasped her hand, the two held hands, and the beer between them conveyed a trace of icy cold to the two.

"Stop drinking, drinking will hurt your health."

Song Bingjue tried to take the beer away from her hand, but the woman kept holding it tightly, her face flushed red and her eyes lingered, and she was already drunk before she drank it.

"No, I want to drink! I am happy today, and I want to drink when I am happy."

Song Bingjue smelled an obvious strangeness from the seemingly ordinary words.

The moment he was distracted, Mu Wan'an snatched the beer from him, and moved the remaining cans of beer in the refrigerator to the table.

He was the first to open a can, raised his head and took a big gulp.

"hiss--"

The pungent and pungent smell of beer surged up, and Mu Wan'an, who rarely drank, couldn't bear the excitement for a moment, and stuck out her tongue.

This playful and lovely look is very tempting in Song Bingjue's eyes.

I know she must rarely drink alcohol.A slight smile appeared on Song Bingjue's usually indifferent face, "If you don't know how to drink, don't force yourself."

As he said that, he took the beer in Mu Wan'an's hand, raised his head, his sexy Adam's apple rolled up and down a few times, and when he put down the beer can, most of the liquid in it was gone.

Mu Wan'an stared at Song Bingjue in a daze as he put his mouth on the place where he drank just now...

He, don't you mind?

"Didn't you say you want to drink?" Song Bingjue opened a new can neatly, and put it in front of Mu Wan'an with a bang.

His eyes were drawn to the beer.

"Okay, drink!" Mu Wan'an said with a smile, picking up the beer and pointing it at Song Bingjue.

The man understood and raised his beer can to clink glasses with her.

After drinking for three rounds, Mu Wan'an's little face was flushed, her black eyes as bright as stars were covered with a layer of drunkenness, and her delicate lips became crystal clear after being stained by the wine. Live wanting to choose.

"Song Bingjue..." Mu Wan'an held up the wine glass and fell unsteadily on Song Bingjue's shoulder.

She didn't leave right away, instead she leaned on it and gently rubbed the man's shoulder like a coquettish little beast.

A tingling current flowed from his shoulders, and Song Bingjue's sober mind was instantly captured by it, shrouded in haze.

"Huh?" He turned his head, but unexpectedly fixed his eyes on the woman's slightly parted red lips.

The delicate pink lips opened and closed slightly with Mu Wan'an's breathing, as if sending a fatal invitation to the man.

The man's long-suppressed emotion and rationality suddenly broke down. He looked straight at the woman's charming little face, and kept getting closer, constantly shortening the distance between the two.

When the fiery thin lips meet the cold red lips, the man's wolf-like desire can no longer be controlled, and he begins to demand fiercely from the woman, and keeps deepening.

Mu Wan'an, who had lived a cold married life for three years, was burned by Song Bingjue's scorching passion. She didn't understand what was wrong with her, so she babbled strangely.

Unexpectedly, what came out was a charming and seductive moan.

This aroused the man's lust even more.

Restless big hands caressed the woman's back, and began to move through the thin clothes.

"Bangdang-"

Just when the two were deeply infatuated and ready to take the next step, a loud noise separated the people who were hugging each other tightly.

Mu Wan'an was frightened by the noise, her eyes widened and she huddled on the chair in horror.

Song Bingjue hugged the woman comfortingly, and cast dissatisfied eyes on Song Xiaosi.

It turned out that Song Xiaosi, who was eating quietly at the side, dropped the bowl for some reason, which made a noise that surprised Mu Wan'an.

"Xiao Si." Song Bingjue looked at the child, and signaled him to go upstairs by himself after eating.

But Song Xiaosi didn't even look at Song Bingjue, jumped off the seat, came to Mu Wan'an's side, and hugged her who was curled up on the chair after being drunk.

Mu Wan'an still remembered Song Xiaosi, looking at the child's innocent and lovely face, she smiled foolishly, pouted and was about to kiss him.

Song Bingjue picked up the child and said, "It's getting late, you have to take a bath and get ready for bed!"

Song Xiaosi refused to obey, and pulled Mu Wan'an by the corner of his clothes, refusing to let go.

But Mu Wan'an was groggy, her consciousness had been eroded by alcohol, how could she care about Song Xiaosi's feelings.

She also smiled silly, touched Xiao Si's face, and shook her hand at him.

Helpless, even Mu Wan'an didn't intend to keep him, so Song Xiaosi could only be taken away by Song Bingjue, and carried upstairs to Uncle Li.

When she came back, she saw Mu Wan'an holding a beer can, drinking it in small sips.

Thinking of Mu Wan'an's drunken appearance now, a look that he would never see normally, the man didn't stop her, instead he picked up the beer and drank to her.

"Song, Song Bingjue!" Mu Wan'an hiccupped, her little face flushed even more, "You know, I'm happy today! I'm in a good mood today, very good!"

"Why are you in such a good mood?" The man followed her words, but he was scooping up food for her, worried that she drank too much wine, and her stomach would be unbearable if she didn't eat.

"Because I don't have cancer! I don't have cancer!"

The last sentence, Mu Wanan yelled loudly while standing on a chair.

"What?" Song Bingjue heard what Mu Wan'an said, put the bowl away, and frowned at her.

"Didn't you hear clearly? I didn't have cancer. The doctor made a mistake. I was worried for nothing!" Mu Wan'an was a little taller than Song Bingjue on the chair. She was worried that Song Bingjue would not be able to hear clearly, so she could bend down to face him shouted out loudly.

Song Bingjue did not loosen his frown because of Mu Wan'an's words.

"Why didn't you tell me about your cancer? You kept it from me for so long?" The man grabbed the woman's wrist.

When he spoke, his face became so gloomy that he couldn't control it.

"Oh, you hurt me!" Mu Wan'an pouted like a child, complaining dissatisfiedly about Song Bingjue's rudeness.

Only then did he realize that if he didn't check for a while, he was getting stronger, so he quickly let go.

"It didn't take long. I was found to have cancer when I came out of Xu's family." Knowing that this was an oolong, Mu Wan'an could tell the matter with a calm face, in a nonchalant tone as if nothing happened.

"It's all right now. During the follow-up visit, the doctor has already told me that there are some mistakes in the work."

She doesn't care, she doesn't care, but someone cares, someone cares!

Song Bingjue's heart would almost stop beating whenever he thought of Mu Wan'an hiding the fact that he had cancer.

Slowly anxiety and hesitation filled his heart.

At the same time, he also realized that this woman, Mu Wan'an, had invisibly occupied such a huge place in his heart.

"Late night!"

The man whispered the woman's name.

Before Mu Wan'an could react, the man carried her off the chair and hugged her tightly in his arms.

"Song Bingjue?" Mu Wan'an murmured.

Being bound tightly by the man, he couldn't help moving his body to change his position.

"Don't move." The man's dull voice came from the pit of her neck.

The hot and humid breath sprayed on her sensitive neck, and she shrank her neck uncomfortably.

"Wanwan, no matter what happens to you in the future, don't bear it alone! You still have me!" Song Bingjue said emotionally.

Even though he knew that the woman was still drunk, he was still afraid that he would frighten her by moving too fast, so he added: "And Xiaosi! We are a family now, you have something to do, we don't want you to hide it from us , similarly, if we have something to do, you definitely don't want us to keep it from you!"

After finishing speaking, the man let go of Mu Wan'an, and looked at her half-understanding expression, very cute.

He couldn't help reaching out and pinching her cheek.

"Oh, it will hurt if you pinch it!" Mu Wan'an took a step back, avoiding Song Bingjue's evil hands, and complained dissatisfied with her small mouth.

The soft words, the coquettish expression, and the fresh scent that always lures him from her body, Song Bingjue was dazed.

When she came to her senses, Mu Wan'an was already held in his arms and forced to raise her head to bear his unstoppable deep kiss.

With lips and teeth blending together, Song Bingjue enjoyed the seductive greenness of the little woman in his arms.

When Mu Wan'an was about to be unable to breathe, Song Bingjue let go of her with unsatisfactory intentions, but his big hands still tightly wrapped around the woman's slender waist.

With two long kisses full of domineering breath in succession, Mu Wan'an's red lips were ravaged so red and swollen that anyone with a discerning eye could tell that they had been loved just now.

But she didn't have a mirror, and such experience was almost zero.

Covering his mouth in a daze, he refused to let Song Bingjue get close to him.

"what happened?"

Mu Wan'an's sudden behavior made him a little confused.

"It's all you, you bad guy!" Mu Wanan said coquettishly.

"What's wrong with me?" Song Bingjue was rarely dull.

"It's all your fault! My mouth hurts so much now!"

While talking, Mu Wan'an put down her hand.