Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

How dare she say that in front of her face? !
Isn't this a blatant slap in the face?

Looking at the old butler in disbelief, if Chen Xinxue hadn't been worried about what she had to do tonight, she would have definitely slapped this old man who refused to obey her discipline.

"In the future, you'd better... be more cautious in your words and deeds."

Finally, Chen Xinxue endured it. She glanced contemptuously at the old woman standing in the darkness, lifted her skirt, and went up to the second floor.

Back in her room, the joy that Chen Xinxue had been suppressing all this time finally surfaced on her face. She had succeeded!

Although Song Bingjue didn't eat much, she sprinkled so much on the steak. According to Leon, just a little bit of this medicine powder can take effect.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

Mu Wanan, who had just put Xiaosi to sleep, returned to her room exhausted.

For some reason, after these two days of leisure, she couldn't sleep more and more. When she was scrolling through Weibo with her mobile phone, she received a new email.

"It's almost one o'clock, who will email me at this time?"

Glancing at the time, Mu Wan'an opened the email in doubt, it was a video file.

The lighting environment in which the video was shot was very bad, and the entire video was dimly lit. I thought it was a horror video sent to me by netizens with a "full sense of justice". Just as Mu Wan'an was about to turn it off, he suddenly realized something was wrong. .

The Kingsize bed in the video, the desk lamp with a faint yellow halo placed on the head of the bed... This is Song Bingjue's bedroom.

Who is this?
How could there be... a video in Song Bingjue's room.

Thinking that she had made a mistake, Mu Wan'an cheered up and took a closer look. That's right, this is Song Bingjue's bedroom.

At this time, there was movement in the video.

A woman in a light-colored silk nightgown brushed back her curly hair as she tiptoed towards the sleeping man on the bed.

Judging by her figure, it was undoubtedly Chen Xinxue.

She clearly told herself that Song Bingjue and Chen Xinxue had nothing to do with her no matter what, but seeing this scene, she couldn't help holding her breath.

Song Bingjue, he... the way he looked in the hospital at midnight that night, he obviously had an inside look. The fact that Chen Xinxue came back from the dead is really weird. As long as he is not stupid, he shouldn't touch this woman.

While thinking distractedly, Mu Wan'an's attention returned to the video.

In the video, Chen Xinxue sat on the edge of the bed. She leaned over and kissed the man's face. As she kissed and kissed, she seemed to get a response, and she began to undress eagerly.

She quickly took off the man's upper body, and the man changed from being indifferent at the beginning to putting a hand on her waist.

Mu Wan'an probably already knows everything that will happen next.

She skipped and watched, and pulled the progress bar to the end. The man and woman on the bed were still immersed in love, unaware of the fact that they were secretly filmed.

Disgusting emotions throbbed in her chest. After Mu Wan'an deleted the video, she rushed into the bathroom and vomited. She was almost disgusted by these two people.

After throwing up her own dinner, Mu Wan'an looked at herself with an extremely ugly face after vomiting, washed her face with cold water, and then she looked a little better:

"It has nothing to do with you...it has nothing to do with you...they have nothing to do with you."

After preparing herself psychologically, Mu Wan'an went back to bed. For some reason, seeing that cell phone now made her feel extremely sick.

The men and women on the bed were entangled...Through the phone, Mu Wan'an seemed to smell the mixture of lust and sweat. Before she could calm down, she smashed the phone to pieces.

Looking at the broken mobile phone, she realized what she had done belatedly. She lay on the side of the bed with a gloomy expression.

The next morning, Shen Yu, who learned that she was going out today, couldn't help but look at her more, with disapproval in his eyes:
"Now that you are on the cusp, it's not a good time to go out. Is there something to buy? Or something to do? Let Ya run errands for you."

"No. I want to go for a walk."

Concisely refused, Mu Wan'an looked at the porridge in the bowl, this thick white porridge has always been her favorite breakfast, but looking at it now, she not only lost her appetite, but also faintly disgusted.

"What's the matter? Is today's breakfast not to your liking?"

Seeing her frowning and staring at the porridge, Shen Yu was a little surprised. He took a sip himself, which was no different from the usual ones:
"Today's porridge is the same as before, there is nothing wrong with it."

"is it?"

Seeing what he said, Mu Wan'an also hesitated to take a small sip with the spoon. As soon as it was brought to her mouth, she seemed to smell the disgusting smell, which made her put down the spoon immediately.

"I thought, I'd better eat something else."

Maybe it's because she eats this every day, and she has a resistance mentality. Mu Wan'an comforted herself and took a small steamed bun. As soon as she put it in her mouth, the smell of meat became extremely strong, causing her to rush to the bathroom immediately.

After finally vomiting cleanly, Mu Wan'an now feels extremely sticky and nauseating even when swallowing.

The figures of Shen Yu and Ya appeared in the mirror, and Shen Yu's face darkened, with obvious concern, "Good night, are you...pregnant?"

"No."

She was very sure of this, Mu Wan'an took a deep breath, it took her a long time to suppress her nausea, she forced a smile to comfort them and said:
"The weather has turned cold recently, and I don't like to cover myself with a quilt at night. I probably caught a cold in my stomach. Don't worry."

"Better so."

Sighing, Shen Yu personally handed her a handkerchief, motioning for her to wipe off the cold water on her face:

"Good night, don't worry about things outside... We will return to France in a few days."

"it is good."

Nodding her head, Mu Wan'an's eyes were full of desolation and desolation that was not easy to detect.

"Where's your phone?"

When she was about to go out, Ya found that she was only carrying a wallet, and kindly reminded her:
"If your brother calls you and you don't answer, he will definitely worry about you again then."

"I accidentally dropped it yesterday, and I just went to buy a new one today."

With a calm expression on his face, Mu Wan'an took another look at the military mobile phone on Yabie's waist, and couldn't help laughing:

"What age do you still use this kind of mobile phone? It's not fully functional, and it's very rusty. When you enter the mall later, I don't know what they will think of you."

"..."

Ya, who was suddenly laughed at by Mu Wan'an, resisted the urge to curse, and explained:
"My mobile phone was designed by the French military. It is also inlaid with diamonds. How can you say dirt?"

"Oh, you still have diamonds on your phone? It's even more earthy."

"..."

After arriving at the mall, Mu Wan'an quickly bought a mobile phone, and then started to look around.

There is a new shop opened here, which seems to specialize in cheongsams. Mu Wan'an only looks at the window outside, and she thinks it is beautiful.

"If you like it, go in and have a look. Speaking of which, you can only wear it in the past few years. In three years, your figure will become fat and out of shape."

Still thinking about what Mu Wanan said about him just now, Ya said mercilessly.

After glaring at him viciously, Mu Wan'an decisively pushed the door open and walked in, picking up inside.

This new store seems to be quite popular, there are many people in it, many of them are celebrities, and she saw several wives of high-ranking officials and dignitaries here.

Walking up to a dark gray cheongsam embroidered with red plums, Mu Wan comforted it, her hands felt cold, and the material of the clothes was as slippery as water, "What do you think of this one?"

"It's okay. But, why don't you look at the softer color? This color is too heavy, and it doesn't suit your age."

Scratching his head, Ya thought the cheongsam was pretty, but in his eyes as a Southeast Asian, a young woman should dress up in a fancy way:

"It's better to buy a few more. When you arrive in France, it's hard to see this kind of clothes."

"Could it be possible to still wear bright green and bright yellow like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl?"

Mu Wan'an stroked the green leaves and red plums embroidered on this cheongsam with her fingertips, and was noncommittal to Ya's words:

"I'll go in and try, you wait outside."

When she was about to ask the clerk to come over and help her take the cheongsam off the model, a delicate hand with red Koudan stood in front of her and said lightly:
"—and this one, I want it."

Seeing the person coming, Mu Wan'an couldn't help raising her eyebrows, it turned out to be the heroine of the erotic palace last night, "I'm sorry, Miss Chen, I fell in love with this dress first."

"So what if you like it? You haven't paid for this dress. If you haven't paid for it, it's not yours."

Xu was nourished by the man, Chen Xinxue's face was rosy, the corners of her eyes and brows were full of pride and spring, and she spoke with more confidence:
"It seems that the events of this period of time haven't made you understand a truth. If you compete with me, you will never win."

"I rob you?"

This man's ability to turn black and white is as good as ever. Mu Wan'an looked at the complacent woman and smiled lightly:
"Miss Chen, I was the first to fall in love with this dress, and the model is size S, are you sure you can wear it?"

As she said that, Mu Wan'an looked at Chen Xinxue's plump breasts with special meaning in her eyes, "I suggest you ask the clerk to fetch a M-size cheongsam for you, what do you think?"

During this period of time, the two women who had caused a lot of trouble in city A actually met in a cheongsam shop. Others in the shop paid attention to this place intentionally or unconsciously, wanting to see who was the better of the two.

"Oh, that's right. Your breasts are too small, and the front and back are almost the same. How can a man be interested in seeing them?"

Not without complacency, she straightened her chest. Chen Xinxue recalled the passion last night, and couldn't help but look at Mu Wan'an mockingly:
"It seems that when you were Bingjue's lover, you failed to satisfy him. Last night...he hurt me so much."