Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

Mu Wanan nodded and stopped asking.

The parent-child garden party ended early, and seeing that it was okay to go back, Song Bingjue took Mu Wan'an and Xiaosi to the supermarket.

I don't know if it was the experience of visiting the supermarket last time, but Song Bingjue enjoyed it.

……

The next day, when Mu Wan'an went to pick up Xiaosi, she heard about Hao Yueying being sent to investigate.

"Find out?" She took Xiaosi's hand and looked at the director's mother who was apologetic to her.

"The police adjusted the surveillance, it was indeed her..."

Probably because she thought it was not a big deal, Hao Yueying forgot that there was surveillance, and everything she did was exposed in bright daylight.

When Xiaosi took the gun to reload the teacher, Hao Yueying tampered with the gun in the name of helping.

"Ms. Mu, I'm sorry. I didn't expect our teacher to do such a thing. Regarding this matter, we will deal with it seriously and give you and Mr. Song an explanation." The principal's mother looked ashamed and said out of promise.

Mu Wan'an nodded, and didn't pursue too much. She just let Xiao Si know and left.

……

The truth came to light, Mu Wan'an didn't pay any more attention to what happened to Hao Yueying later.

The foreign-related projects between the company and Europe are progressing rapidly. I heard that the promotion effect in Europe is good, and the partners intend to carry out in-depth cooperation.

As soon as I was free, I started to get busy again and again.

Fortunately, with this busy schedule, there was less gossip and difficulties in the office.

Mu Wan'an breathed a sigh of relief. She was not afraid of these things, but felt that working in such an environment would always make people uncomfortable.

Instead of caring about these, she would rather do more work to make up for her shortcomings.

Just after handing over the materials to the department upstairs, Mu Wan'an met Secretary Han on the way.

"Secretary Han?" She greeted.

She also knew that she just wanted to say hello, but she was stopped when she was about to leave.

"Miss Mu!"

Thinking of Song Bingjue, who had been under pressure because he couldn't agree on the distribution of benefits with his partners during this period of time, Secretary Han directly stuffed a stack of documents in his hand into Mu Wan'an's hands.

Mu Wan'an took the file and blinked: "..."

Secretary Han pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and solemnly invited: "Miss Mu, there are too many documents, I can't carry them, please help me send them to the CEO's office..."

As Song Bingjue's gold-medal secretary, Han Xiu's face has been trained so purely that he doesn't blink his eyes when he tells nonsense.

Looking at the document, which was only ten centimeters thick, Mu Wan'an instantly said, "..."

"Okay." Zhong was stunned for a while, but it was hard to refuse, so Mu Wan'an could only agree.

……

I vaguely knew that the communication between the higher-ups and the European partners was not very good during this period, but Mu Wan'an did not expect that the atmosphere at the top would be so tense.

Mu Wan'an took the document and followed Secretary Han, watching his mouth, nose, nose, nose and heart.

But as if deliberately against him, when he reached the door of the president's office, Secretary Han stopped immediately, gave up his position, and even stuffed all the documents over.

Mu Wan'an was a little embarrassed.

"Secretary Han, you are..."

"Miss Mu, the president is not in a good mood these days. You have spent a lot of time with the president, so you should have something to do, right?" Secretary Han looked serious.

Mu Wan said silently: "..."

Song Bingjue is in a bad mood, what can she do...

"Recently, the work pressure is too great. We all hope that Miss Mu can help us..."

For this project, in order to blow up oil and water from the other party's hands, they have been working hard for several days...

"I..." Mu Wan'an suddenly felt that it was a mistake for her to follow up. Just as she was about to refuse, Han Xiu knocked on the door. After the people inside responded, he pushed Mu Wan'an into the office. .

Immediately, with a "click" sound, the door was gently closed behind Mu Wan'an.

Mu Wan'an: "..."

This familiar action... Has Secretary Han tricked many people...

……

in the office.

He didn't notice Mu Wan'an's arrival, Song Bingjue was having a video conference.

Seeing this, Mu Wan'an didn't make a sound, and waited quietly with the documents.

On the wall, on the projection screen is a blond foreign man, and Song Bingjue is communicating with him.

Mu Wanan studied foreign languages ​​at university, English was the first major, and French was the second major. The other party spoke Italian, which was close to French. Mu Wanan could understand part of it, so she immediately blocked her ears and didn't dare to listen carefully.

She stared at her toes seriously, diverted her attention, and then began to think about many things, the past, and the present...

Until she caught a word coming out of Song Bingjue's mouth by chance, she suddenly came back from her memory, feeling vaguely familiar——

Wild Rose.

wild rose.

She didn't know why she was so sensitive to such a common vocabulary. She vaguely remembered that when she was an exchange student in Europe, there was a bar near the school called Wild Rose. It seems that there was a murder case in that wild rose house. She also told Xu Shuo, but fortunately she never went to any place...

Have you never been to...

Really... haven't you been there...

She was a little stunned, and many pictures suddenly flashed through her mind...

dark room.

Broken cry.

And... the man's panting.

And the rough touch...

She had goose bumps all over her body, and she couldn't help shivering.

"boom--"

The document in his hand fell down.

Her eyes were dull, staring blankly at the documents scattered on the floor, her face was more transparent than ever.

An inexplicable panic surged from my heart...

On this side, she made too much noise, Song Bingjue and the people on the screen looked over one after another.

The woman's face was pale, and she stared blankly at the documents on the ground, completely devastated.

With a sudden twitch in his heart, Song Bingjue paused and was about to turn off the video.

Seeing a woman appearing in the office, Devon showed a hint of surprise on his face: "Jeez, is she...?"

"Let's talk next time." Without any further explanation, Song Bingjue quickly hung up the video.

Video terminated.

Devon's face also disappeared on the wall.

He walked quickly to Mu Wan'an.

In the corner, Mu Wan'an had already squatted down, curled up like a little beast that was cornered.

She didn't know what was wrong with herself.

She didn't even know what she was afraid of.

It's like being squeezed into the darkness, and there is no escape for life.

It wasn't until the man's shadow fell on her that she regained consciousness in a trance.

"President Song..." She said softly, her fingertips were cold and trembling unceasingly.

Seeing her fear, the man was speechless, bent down, silently hugged her into his arms, and gently comforted her with the other hand.

"Not afraid."

He comforted her gently in her ear, while holding her cold hand with his other hand, constantly warming it up.

A trace of temperature penetrated into her body through his palm.

Mu Wan'an lowered her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder, but did not push away.

A great panic enveloped her heart, and she even found it difficult to breathe.

It wasn't until a moment later, when she heard him say "not afraid" again and again, that she finally recovered.

His forehead was already wet with sweat.

His voice was too deep, like a peaceful nocturne in the middle of the night, and it seemed to spread into her ears continuously through time and space, constantly soothing her tense nerves.

This feeling again...

She always felt that she had heard it somewhere.

It was as if, hearing this voice, she would be completely at peace.

Then she felt it was ridiculous, what kind of person Song Bingjue was, if she ever met such a person, she would never forget it.

She was absolutely sure that she had never seen him before.

Gradually at peace in her heart, Mu Wan'an took a deep breath, and then she came back to her senses completely, gently pulled her head from his shoulder, and withdrew from his embrace.

"I'm fine." Her voice was hoarse, and she staggered to her feet.

Song Bingjue pursed his lips, seeing that she had returned to her usual demeanor, he just put his hand on her forehead: "Uncomfortable?"

The temperature on the forehead made people lose their minds, Mu Wan'an was startled, then shook his head: "No."

As she said that, she bent down and quickly picked up the document that had been dropped before, explaining: "Secretary Han is busy, so please ask me to bring the document up for Mr. Song to sign."

After finishing speaking, her voice paused, maybe because she felt that her reaction just now was a little strange, and she said again: "I just felt a little dizzy all of a sudden, it's okay. I'm sorry to bother you."

Her face had returned to normal.

Seeing that Song Bingjue's eyes were still deep, she was afraid that the other party would not believe her, so a smile curled up on her lips: "I'm really fine."

"You didn't look like you were okay just now." The man opened his lips and looked her up and down. After confirming that she was really okay, he took the documents in her hand and asked, "These all need to be signed?"

Knowing that even if he asked her, she wouldn't say anything, so he didn't ask any more.

Mu Wanan nodded.

Seeing this, Song Bingjue sneered: "Han Xiu's courage is really getting bigger..."

How could he not have guessed that Han Xiu was creating opportunities for him and Mu Wan'an?
only……

He didn't know what he thought of, he pondered in his heart, and didn't continue talking.

Mu Wan'an bit her lip, thinking of what Secretary Han said before, she said in a low voice: "Secretary Han has worked hard and is under a lot of pressure... Europe..."

Hearing this, Song Bingjue smiled, but he didn't comment. He just said: "We take the lead in this matter, so you don't have to worry."

He was in a bad mood, not because of the European project, but because of the frequent calls from France during this period, saying that Chen Xinrao bypassed him and went directly to the old man.

This is what he was angry about, but he didn't plan to tell her about this before the matter became clear.

The final draft of the documents had been finalized before, and they had been checked several times. Song Bingjue went through them quickly, signed all the documents, and handed them over to her.

Mu Wan'an took it, and after sorting out the documents, she was ready to leave.

Before leaving, she didn't know what she thought of, she stood at the door and stopped.