Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

Uncle Li took the milk and sandwiches off the plate one by one and put them on Song Xiaosi's table.

He left Song Xiaosi's room with the dinner plate.

Leave their father and son a two-person world.

"Small."

Song Bingjue knelt down and touched Song Xiaosi's head in front of him.

Song Xiaosi didn't evade: "I'm building a house for my mother." His expression was still so innocent, he kept staring at the building blocks in his hand.

He knew that Song Xiaosi didn't want to talk to him, and he also knew why.

Because he failed to keep Mu Wan'an: "I'm sorry, it's my father's fault."

Song Bingjue lowered his head and his voice was low.

Hearing this, Song Xiao paused, and continued his "project".

"Xiaosi, have you finished your meal?"

Song Bingjue and Song Xiaosi discussed.

Have a meal?

How can it be?

He glanced at the rice on the table, then looked up at Song Bingjue, but still didn't speak.

The expressionless look made Song Bingjue seem to see the old Song Xiaosi.

He showed pain on his face, and frowned: "Xiao Si, Dad has gone to the company. If you need anything, please call Uncle Li."

Song Bingjue knew that since Mu Wan'an had chosen to leave, it would be useless for him to do more. It happened that the company didn't do many things, so it was better to use the company's affairs to numb himself.

"gentlemen."

Seeing that Song Bingjue wanted to leave, Uncle Li, who was waiting in the living room, hurriedly stopped Song Bingjue.

"Uncle Li, there is still something to do in the company, please help me take good care of Xiaosi."

He knew what Uncle Li wanted to say.

Uncle Li paused: "Okay, sir, I will take good care of the young master."

Song Bingjue straightened his cuffs and walked away.

"Master, it's raining just now, bring an umbrella!"

Uncle Li shouted from behind, after all, there is still a distance from the villa to the front door.

Song Bingjue didn't respond, striding forward in the rain, as if he didn't feel that the weather was not good at all.

Leaving Uncle Li alone, he let out a long sigh: "How did it become like this overnight! Sigh!"

With Mu Wan'an gone, Song Xiaosi will become difficult to take care of again.

Uncle Li shook his head helplessly: After all, it's the husband's family business, so it's better not to ask too much.

"Good night, I'm home."

Shen Yu took Mu Wan'an to his other home in China: "How is it, isn't it good?"

He showed off to Mu Wan'an.

"Why did you change house again?" In Mu Wan'an's view, it was really extravagant.

"This location is good, and it's a new property. I bought it to experience it!" Shen Yu explained.

"You just have money and nowhere to spend it!"

Mu Wan'an rolled her eyes at Shen Yu, and then sat down on the sofa.

So soft~ so comfortable~
Leaning on the sofa, Mu Wan settled down for a while, and couldn't help scolding Shen Yu: "Tell me about you! You didn't tell my sister me about the change of house. If I came to you, would it be because you want me to be shut down?" !"

As she spoke, she put her legs on the coffee table, maintaining a very comfortable posture.

"Will not."

Shen Yu opened his mouth, sat upside down on the sofa, and poured himself some water. He was a little thirsty.

"You have moved, why not!" She scolded Shen Yu, and patted Shen Yu with the pillow on her back: "Don't you want me as a sister anymore! Smelly brother! Bad brother!"

"cough cough"

Sure enough, without Mu Wan'an's tossing, Shen Yu choked on drinking water: "Ahem. Choking." Shen Yu's face was flushed, and he said one sentence at a time: "Pat me"

He also had a little difficulty talking.

"Clap clap clap!"

A few crisp applause landed on Shen Yu's back: "Is it better?"

With Mu Wan'an's gentle greeting, it seemed a little out of place.

"Hehe, well, there's no need to shoot, thank you my good sister!" Shen Yu said with a smirk: "I'll just shoot to death."

He slowed down: "The original house is still there, don't you have the key, you can still go in."

At this moment, the flushed face from choking on the water has recovered a little.

"My good brother! I knew you were the best!" Mu Wan'an heard Shen Yu say this, and suddenly moved closer and grabbed Shen Yu's arm, embracing him: "You are the best brother in the world!"

Seeing Mu Wan'an's 1-degree change in attitude within 360 minute, she couldn't help but sigh: "Women are fickle!"

In order to avoid danger, he pulled out his arm in a hurry: "You are hungry! Brother, go cook for you!" Saying this, Shen Yu was about to flee the scene.

"Let me go, with your skill, it would be good if you don't poison me to death." Mu Wan'an said.

"That's fine. There's everything in the kitchen, just watch and do it."

After half an hour.

The aroma of the food wafted from the kitchen into the living room, the aroma was overflowing, and the fragrance wafted ten miles: "It's ready so quickly? Sister, you are too good!"

Shen Yu quickly came to the dining table, took a deep breath and smelled the food on the table: "It smells so good, it tastes delicious just looking at it."

Looking at the food in front of me,
Although they cook some home-cooked dishes, they are all Mu Wan'an's best. She used to cook these dishes when she was at Xu Shuo's house.
Thinking of this, Mu Wan'an's face quickly darkened.

"Sister, the dishes you made are really delicious, and they are not inferior to the feast of phoenix marrow and dragon liver outside."

Shen Yu, who was immersed in the aroma of the food, did not notice Mu Wan'an's displeasure.

"This is an ordinary home-cooked dish. How can it compare with the delicacies from mountains and seas outside?"

As Mu Wan'an spoke, her tone became weaker and weaker.

Because when she said this, she thought of Xu Shuo again.

Maybe she suddenly felt that she was just a home-cooked dish that would get boring if she ate too much, and Wang Siyi was just a delicacy outside for Xu Shuo, and she couldn't help but think of the hard days before.

After a long time, Shen Yu, who was addicted to food, noticed Mu Wan'an's abnormality: "Good night, what's the matter?"

He gently put down the bowl and chopsticks, wiped his mouth with the handkerchief on the table, and looked at Mu Wan'an seriously.

"It's okay, I just remembered the past."

Things that Shen Yu didn't know about when he was in the United States before.

"Sister, don't think too much, it's all over."

He rarely called Mu Wan'an "sister" seriously.

A pair of exquisite big eyes showed endless loneliness at this time, which made Shen Yu feel a little distressed.

"Okay! I'm fine!" She jokingly pushed Shen Yu beside her: "Hurry up and eat!"

His eyes instantly returned to their original brightness, and he tried his best to hide his sadness in order not to worry Shen Yu.

"President, the meeting is about to start."

Seeing Song Bingjue leaning on the desk, Han Xiu looked a little confused: "President, why don't I postpone the meeting until tomorrow?" Seeing Song Bingjue like this, Han Xiu didn't want to make him tired.

"No, I'll be there right away."

His thumb pressed lightly on the temple: "Go first."

Song Bingjue's voice was a little hoarse. It could be seen that he tried his best to conceal the depression in his heart. The wrinkles between his brows could already represent his mood at the moment, and his mind was not on work at all.

"President, this is the financial statement from the Finance Department for last month"

The finance department reported the company's financial status: "President? Do you see any problems?"

Staring at the document in his hand, Song Bingjue had no time to respond: "Ah, no problem." He said indifferently.

How can it be?

Why didn't President Song pick a bone today?

He was not like this in the past!

Everyone present was stunned by Song Bingjue's reaction.

"President, ahem!"

Hearing Han Xiu's reminder, Song Bingjue realized that his state was not right.

"Come here today, let's end the meeting!"

You look at me and I look at you in all departments, completely unaware of the situation.

"The president is tired today and wants to take a good rest, so stop guessing!" Seeing everyone's confusion, Han Xiu briefly explained and left the conference room.

On the way back to the CEO's office, Han Xiu looked at the information that had just been uploaded from the mobile phone of various departments while walking, and was going to go back and take it to Song Bingjue for questioning.

Suddenly he was blocked by a short woman: "Alas! Assistant Han! Wait a minute!"

"what's up?"

Han Xiu put down the document in his hand and faced her.

"I want to ask you something!"

She leaned close to Han Xiu's ear and whispered: "Just now I saw the president's face was dark and preoccupied, and the meeting was only halfway through. What kind of problem did our President encounter? Say it!"

At this time, the woman's eyes were shining, with a curious face, looking forward to Han Xiu's answer.

"I think, since you care so much about the president's affairs, you might as well work hard so that the president will notice you."

Han Xiu said to the woman with a smirk.

If you want to know about the president, why don't you want to climb to my position?
"If you don't say it, don't say it. I don't want to know yet! I don't know what our president thinks. Find an assistant to the president and find a man. You say that in the whole circle, only our president's assistant is a man. It's a male assistant who accompanied me to participate, it's a joke to say it!"

The woman said in a strange way, with a bad look on her face.

"The president always chooses people based on ability, not gender." Han Xiu's brow showed a cold air.

"Cut!" The woman looked at Han Xiu with a strange look, thinking that the president and Han Xiu were together all day long, and whether the president had any intention of marrying another wife, maybe they were the same sex!
She looked at Han Xiu from top to bottom, shrugged her shoulders and brushed past Han Xiu.

Han Xiu was speechless. How could the company keep such idlers? He had to find an opportunity to open it, so as not to hinder the company.

Back in the CEO's office, I saw a slender figure standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, with his hands in his trouser pockets, with a very leisurely look: "Han Xiu, make me a cup of tea."

Han Xiu nodded, took tea from Song Bingjue's private cupboard and brewed it for him.

"Go home and rest if you're tired, don't wear yourself out." Han Xiu cared.

"Let's fire that person." Song Bingjue's tone was cold.