Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

Before he spoke, Mu Wan'an might still have a glimmer of hope;
After he opened his mouth, the little thoughts that had arisen from that kiss disappeared without a trace.

Women are always used to creating hope for themselves, and then falling into despair.

The blood on Mu Wan'an's face gradually faded, and she fell silent, not knowing what to say.

"It's really well-bred, good-mannered, and good-natured."

Smiling instead of anger, Xu Shuo glanced at Mu Wan'an from the corner of his eye. Seeing her pale face, her expression was a little depressed, her heart ached, and she lost all scruples in her words:

"In my opinion, Ms. Chen Xinxue is extremely vulgar. She allowed her own children to disrupt Ji Yunhua's farewell party, and then attacked other people personally. For the sake of her tongue, she even made fun of the deceased... This is really unheard of."

His words won the approval of most people present.

Although everyone was afraid of Song Bingjue's influence in City A, he was not a person who could not distinguish between right and wrong. They could only say that he could not be provoked, but he could afford to hide.

When the few people were in a stalemate, a man in a white gown quietly appeared on the stage. He stood there like a strong pine tree, with an upright momentum.

He glanced in Mu Wan'an's direction, and said in a clear voice:
"Thank you all for coming to attend Yunhua's farewell party despite your busy schedule."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he attracted the attention of most people, and the farce here couldn't go on anymore, so he had to stop.

"Since Yunhua inherited the family business, he has been thinking a lot about Changchun Garden, holding tea parties from time to time, please come and enjoy the opera and chat."

Ji Yunhua's desolate and picturesque eyebrows and eyes had a rare smile, and he raised his hands and fists at the small building listening to the play:
"There is always a banquet in the world. I sing opera just to inherit my ancestral business. I don't really love this profession. To this day, many people still despise opera singing in every possible way. If I continue to sing like this, it will not be a problem after all."

Everyone in the room cast disgusted and contemptuous glances at the woman who was still standing in the corridor. Wasn't she just shouting about "lower class" just now?

Chen Xinxue, who was a little ashamed in everyone's eyes, suddenly lost her momentum, and she stroked her neck uncomfortably, with an innocent look on her face.

Ji Yunhua didn't care about their reactions at all, he said indifferently:

"To say so much is just to say goodbye to everyone. This is also the last time Changchun Garden will be open to everyone. It is still an old rule. Don't destroy the scenery in the garden. Please do whatever you want."

Hearing this news, the audience was in an uproar:
"The last time to open Changchun Garden?"

"What's going on here? This garden is a rare and good place in City A..."

"There will be no good places to go to listen to music in the future..."

……

Hearing the voices of regret and complaints, Mu Wan'an looked at the man in white. It is rare for ordinary men to hold such a white shirt. In his clothes, he looked extraordinarily tall and straight.

After Ji Yunhua retreated, the whole small building fell into a commotion, and some people could faintly hear dissatisfaction with Chen Xinxue. In the box next to them, a female guest whispered:

"I haven't heard the news that Changchun Garden will be closed before. It is definitely Ji Yunhua who heard what this woman said and made a temporary decision!"

"Exactly! A master is a master, how can he be slandered like this? A nouveau riche is a nouveau riche, and he still has the face to laugh at Mr. Xu!"

Hearing their voices, Mu Wan'an looked at Xu Shuo unexpectedly. Everyone used to look down on him, but now it seems that he has reached the position where people look up to him.

Sensing her gaze, Xu Shuo returned her warm eyes:
"what happened?"

"Have you ever thought about getting yourself back on your feet?"

She hastily found an excuse to turn his eyes away, and Mu Wan'an lowered her eyes, looking at his legs covered by the blanket, with a little regret in her eyes:
"Senior has seen your medical records, and you still have great hope that you can stand up again."

"Think about it, it's pretty good."

Slowly caressing his unconscious leg, Xu Shuo's eyes were full of confusion:

"I'm used to this kind of life. The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. I have done things that people with healthy legs can't do. What's the point to me without legs?"

Regarding his words, Mu Wan'an fell silent. The "meaning" is always very thought-provoking. Maybe others care too much about the soundness of his legs, but he may have already been relieved.

"Mr. Xu, Ms. Mu, our husband is here to invite you."

A middle-aged man in a brown mandarin jacket opened the curtain, with a kind smile on his face, "Please come this way."

"I?"

Pointing at himself in surprise, Mu Wan'an looked at Xu Shuo full of doubts, "Mr. Ji and I don't know each other well, why did he invite me?"

"Don't worry, let's go first."

Regarding Ji Yunhua's move, Xu Shuo was also a little puzzled. He and Ji Yunhua were just acquaintances, and he didn't know his way of doing things.

After passing through a long corridor, Mu Wan'an pushed Xu Shuo. The gardening and green plants along the road were very exquisite, not to mention the rest of Zhu Zhu's painted beams.

Arriving in front of a pavilion, Mu Wan'an saw a touch of white sitting in the pavilion from a distance, with his back turned to him, as if drinking tea, and his movements were not slow or fast.

After receiving the news from his subordinates, Ji Yunhua nodded lightly, then stood up to greet him:
"The visitor is a guest, please sit down."

After hesitating for a moment, Mu Wan'an sat down, and Ji Yunhua offered them a cup of tea, "Mr. Xu spoke for me just now, I am very grateful."

"It's just a little effort, don't worry about it."

Still not knowing Ji Yunhua's true intentions, Xu Shuo glanced at the woman who was sipping tea, and then looked at Ji Yunhua:
"I think Mr. Ji has other things to be busy with. If there is nothing else, then we will leave first."

"This is the best Lushan Yunwu. I heard that Miss Mu likes it. I happen to have a box of treasures in my hand. Please accept it."

After talking with Xu Shuo, Ji Yunhua turned his head to look at Mu Wan'an, who had been silent all this time, with gentle eyes, as if the two had been looking at each other for a long time.

"Huh? Thank you..."

Taking the tea gift box with both hands, Mu Wan'an was a little at a loss for this sudden kindness. She felt something was wrong after getting the gift box in her hand. She asked cautiously:
"How did Mr. Ji know that I like Lushan Yunwu? Few people know this preference."

"When you and Brother Ling were shopping in the antique street together, I was lucky enough to meet you once."

With a gentle smile, Ji Yunhua continued:

"Brother Ling seems to prefer black tea, but you were holding Lushan Yunwu in your hand at the time, so I guessed it."

It sounded like there was nothing wrong with it, but Mu Wan'an still felt a little strange. She glanced at the tea in her hand and asked softly:

"Mr. Ji and I are neither related nor related, why did you give this to me? Or if I never come to Changchun Garden to listen to the opera, wouldn't you be wasting your money for nothing?"

"People who are destined will meet each other one day."

Disregarding the suspicion in Mu Wan'an's words, Ji Yunhua looked at Xu Shuo who had been thinking all the time, "There are many people who pursue Miss Mu, and because Changchun Garden is no longer open, someone will definitely invite you here here."

After hearing his words, Xu Shuo couldn't help being a little angry, but also a little funny. Ji Yunhua had a delicate mind, and he started counting early in the morning!

"If I do this, Mr. Xu won't think I'm mean and calculating?"

"where."

The smile was not very warm, Xu Shuo just quietly stared at him with unknown intentions, and said softly:
"If it's friendly, I won't be angry, but if Mr. Ji..."

"Please don't worry. I just saw Miss Mu in the antique shop that day and felt a little amiable, so I wanted to make friends."

He spoke kindly, and Xu Shuo was not easy to provoke. He looked at Mu Wan'an and reminded her:
"It's time, and it's time for meals. I know there is a restaurant nearby. Let's go together."

"Alright."

Responding vaguely, Mu Wan'an also felt that Ji Yunhua's kindness was inexplicable, and when he was about to leave, he heard Ji Yunhua say indifferently:

"The only restaurant nearby is the guest house at the gate of Changchun Garden, which happens to be the property under my name. Instead of crowding at this time, why not stay and have dinner together."

Saying that, before the two of them could react, Ji Yunhua said to the middle-aged man who had been guarding outside the pavilion:
"Let a guest bring a table of meals over, come here as soon as possible."

He had already said so, and it seemed a bit deliberate to leave at this time, Mu Wan'an could only stay, her eyes were fixed on the gift in front of her, and she couldn't figure out what Ji Yunhua meant.

"Mr. Ji said today that the Changchun Garden will not be open again. Is it a temporary decision?"

Really didn't know what to talk about, Mu Wan'an remembered the conversation of those people in the next box, and asked hesitantly.

"Yeah, it's not."

Unexpectedly, she would ask herself this question, Ji Yunhua raised his eyes and looked at the place where he lived since he was a child, and there were nostalgia and other things in his eyes:

"Actually, I had the idea of ​​closing the garden before, but it is a pity that such a good garden should be sealed up like this. After all, it was left by the ancestors, so it is good for more people to see it."

"What happened later? Why did you suddenly change your mind?"

Listening to what he said, he didn't seem like the kind of person who kept secrets. Mu Wan'an became interested, and she said regretfully:
"I looked at the garden. The pavilions and pavilions are all in the style of the Qing Dynasty. I am a decoration designer. It is a pity to see these things buried."

"If all the people who come to visit are people who cherish you, how can I close the park?"

After taking the teacup on the table, Ji Yunhua's Qingjun face showed a little coldness:
"The people's hearts are not enough to swallow the elephant, and I have no choice but to do it."