Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

Song Bingjue, who has always been calm, surprised everyone present at this moment.

They all dilated their pupils: what happened to the president today.
At this moment, Song Bingjue was having a meeting in the conference room. He ignored everyone's surprised eyes and was immersed in happiness by himself.

"okay, I get it."

After hanging up the phone with Uncle Li, Song Bingjue's mood improved, as if the rain had passed.

"continue!"

After Song Bingjue answered the phone, he was in a happy mood and radiant. He loosened his tie: "What's wrong?"

He looked at the stunned employees on the opposite side and reminded them.

"Sorry, President"

When it was the financial department's turn to report the financial status of this quarter, the person in charge was a little speechless.

"President, this is the financial situation for this month. I haven't sorted out this quarter yet."

The colleague sitting next to her heard her report and supported her forehead, worrying about her.

The facial expressions of the people around her were all complicated, and they cast sympathetic looks at her one after another: "Poor thing, I guess I'm going to be fired."

Song Bingjue, who has always been strict, has never been considerate of anyone at work.

Hearing what the person in charge of finance said, Song Bingjue didn't react too much, his face was as cold as ever.

"I'm dead! I'm dead now! If it wasn't for taking care of my mother in the hospital yesterday. Sigh."

She herself was ready to be expelled, her eyes were tightly closed, and she didn't dare to look up.

"Okay, send the financial statement for this quarter to my office before get off work."

There was no ups and downs in Song Bingjue's tone, nor was there any anger in his eyes.

"what happened!!!"

This is not only the state of mind of the person in charge, but also the thought that shocked everyone present.

"Okay!" She replied without confidence.

She kept her head down, not daring to look directly into Song Bingjue's eyes, for fear that Song Bingjue would trouble her again in the next moment.

"The next department is the Administration Department." Song Bingjue's tone was light.

To everyone's surprise, the meeting continued.

Song Bingjue put his hands into the pockets of his trousers and watched everyone in the conference room, seemingly serious, but in fact, his mind was full of images of Mu Wan'an.

A little impatience was hidden in the calm face, which Song Bingjue had never felt before.

For a person who regards time as money, it was the first time he felt that time passed so slowly.

The last department also finished reporting, and everyone sat upright in their seats, waiting for Song Bingjue to say something.

"Okay, let's go!"

The clear voice echoed in the meeting room, and when everyone came to their senses, Song Bingjue had already walked to the door of the meeting room.

Everyone looked at Song Bingjue's back and became even more puzzled.

"What happened to the president today!"

"Yeah, it's not like him at all!"

Everyone discussed behind the scenes, and left the conference room one after another, returning to their posts.

"Oh? Xiaoyu, you said that the president was so kind to you today that he didn't even fire you. Do you think he has taken a fancy to you!"

The person who didn't report the financial statements for this quarter just now retorted immediately, she was afraid that there would be too many people in the company if people heard about it, it would be miserable.

"Don't talk nonsense, how is it possible!"

She paused, and then said again: "You don't feel that the president's attitude is so different, is it because of something?"

She was mysterious, and the colleagues on the side also showed very curious eyes.

She squeezed her throat: "don't you think it's the problem with that phone call?"

"Xiaoyu, don't say it, it seems to be true. The president has been acting weird since he answered the phone." Xiaoyu's colleague nodded, agreeing with her statement.

"So, I'm so lucky today!" She said with a smile.

Inadvertently speaking, he glanced at his watch and saw that it was almost past twelve o'clock: "I won't tell you anymore, I have to go to the hospital to take care of my mother.

Holding the thick document in his arms, the colleague shook his head and sighed, then returned to the office.

After taking care of her mother and having lunch, Xiaoyu has to go back to the company to sort out the company's financial quarterly statement. It's probably because of this that my colleagues sighed for her.

It was noon now, and Song Xiaosi hadn't gotten up.

The young master is still awake, so nothing will happen.

Uncle Li wanted to tell Song Xiaosi the news that Mu Wan'an was coming back when he woke up, but it was noon and Song Xiaosi hadn't woken up yet.

"Squeak."

Uncle Li gently pushed open the door of Song Xiaosi's room, only to see that he was still sleeping on the bed, but he didn't look very well.

Uncle Li walked quickly to Song Xiaosi's bed, looked at Song Xiaosi's blushing cheeks: "The young master must be sick!"

Uncle Li stretched out his hand and put it on Song Xiaosi's forehead: "It's so hot!" He was startled by Song Xiaosi's body temperature, Song Xiaosi was really sick.

"Young master? Young master!"

No matter how Uncle Li called Song Xiaosi, he didn't respond.

Song Xiaosi is not sleeping, but has passed out!

"Sir! The young master has a fever and has been in a coma!" Before Uncle Li had time to ask what to do, Song Bingjue had already opened his mouth.

"I'll go home right away."

In less than 10 minutes, Song Bingjue hurried back home.

He came to Song Xiaosi's room, touched Song Xiaosi's head like Uncle Li, and frowned: "Go to the hospital."

As he spoke, he hugged Song Xiaosi in his arms.

Along the way, Uncle Li has been taking care of Song Xiaosi in the back seat, applying a cold water towel to Song Xiaosi's forehead.

"Sir, I didn't take good care of the young master. If I found out earlier, the situation might not be so serious. I see the young master is so sad these days, and I want him to sleep more. Who knows that something like this happened?" situation!"

"Oh! I'm really useless!"

As Uncle Li said, he patted his head with his hand.

"Uncle Li, this matter has nothing to do with you." Song Bingjue knew that Uncle Li blamed himself, so he rarely comforted Uncle Li.

"The day after tomorrow! Miss Mu will be back the day after tomorrow. It is estimated that the young master's condition will be much better! The young master doesn't know about Miss Mu's return yet. When he wakes up, he will be very happy!"

Looking at Song Xiaosi lying beside him, Uncle Li kept talking.

He rolled his eyes, as if he remembered something: "By the way, sir, this is for you!"

With that said, Uncle Li handed a note to Song Bingjue who was driving: "This is Miss Mu's flight information, you go pick it up!"

Clutching the note in his hand tightly, Song Bingjue was very grateful and didn't know what to say.

After a pause, he said, "Thank you, Uncle Li!" His tone was rare and gentle.

Soon he arrived at the hospital and sent Song Xiaosi to the emergency room.

"Which one of you is a family member of the patient?"

With a sound, he took off his mask and walked out of the emergency room.

"I'm."

Song Bingjue's tone was very cold.

The doctor looked at Song Bingjue with a complicated expression, which seemed familiar.

"The child has no major problems. He has recently eaten less, his immunity has weakened, and he has heart knots, which caused his coma."

Song Bingjue listened carefully to the doctor's "teaching".

"Don't worry, the child will have no major problems. I gave him glucose and immunity-enhancing drugs. He will be hospitalized for observation for two days. He can be discharged after nothing happens."

"Doctor, the child still has a fever, what should I do!"

Seeing that the doctor was about to leave, Uncle Li hurriedly stopped him.

"This child doesn't have a fever. The rise in body temperature is caused by the heart knot I mentioned. In addition, the recent hot weather will cause fever symptoms. It is best to get rid of the heart knot quickly, or he may change again next time." It's like this!" The doctor looked at Song Bingjue in a suit, and told him earnestly.

"Especially today's parents are very ambitious, but neglect the growth of their children."

Song Bingjue didn't explain anything, and patiently listened to the doctor "scoring" himself.

The doctor made sure that Song Bingjue had listened to him before he was willing to leave.

Soon after, Song Xiaosi also came out of the emergency room and was taken to the VIP ward by the nurses.

"Sir, the young master's complexion looks much better than when he was at home, and he should wake up soon!"

Uncle Li comforted him.

Song Bingjue also stretched out his hand and touched Song Xiaosi's forehead. It was indeed not as hot as before, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Han Xiu, I have something to do and I can't go back to the company today, please cancel the afternoon meeting for me"

Song Bingjue's voice faded away and disappeared into Uncle Li's ears.

"I'm in the hospital now, and I have to take care of Xiao Si." Song Bingjue and Han Xiu explained.

"Why is Stoudemire sick? Is it serious?"

The relationship between Han Xiu and Song Xiaosi is not bad, he said concerned.

"It's nothing serious, just a fever and coma."

Song Bingjue told Han Xiu not to worry, and explained some company matters.

He planned that he would not go back to the company today, and An Anxin would take care of Song Xiaosi in the hospital.

"Good night, let's go to the supermarket with my brother later. I want to buy some fresh ingredients and make you a delicious meal."

While putting on her clothes, Shen Yu looked at Mu Wan'an dotingly.

"Okay, wait for me to change clothes."

Because she has been staying at home, Mu Wan'an has been wearing home clothes.

When he arrived at the supermarket, Mu Wan'an was responsible for keeping up with Shen Yu's pace, because the supermarket was so big that it was easy to get lost if he didn't pay attention, so for unnecessary trouble, Mu Wan'an kept tugging at the corner of his clothes.

"Brother, have you figured out what you're going to do today? I've been shopping for half a circle, and there's nothing in the basket except oil!"

Mu Wan'an couldn't help complaining about him.

"Don't worry, I'm looking slowly!"

As Shen Yu spoke, Mu Wan'an's brain collapsed loudly.

"Shen Yu! I'm leaving, and you still bully me like this!" Mu Wan'an muttered with a displeased expression on her face.

"That's right!" Shen Yu finally came to his senses, and slammed Mu Wan'an again.

"My good sister is leaving soon, I have to play a few more, and I won't be able to play tomorrow!"

Shen Yu looked smug.