Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

After Chen Xinrao left, Mu Wan'an hesitated for a moment before asking, "Is it going too far?"

If Chen Xinrao hadn't been too aggressive, she wouldn't have been able to...

"No." Song Bingjue narrowed his eyes, and when he saw her looking over, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "You behaved very well just now."

It's just as good as it gets.

Hearing this, Mu Wan'an was slightly embarrassed, seeing the two people still holding each other, she hurriedly pulled away: "I'm just helping you."

After finishing speaking, she turned around and returned to her hospital bed, hiding the blush on her cheeks: "You helped me so much before, it's okay if I block you for a while..."

This time, hearing her say such words, Song Bingjue was noncommittal.

Unknowingly, the two seem to have returned to the previous mode of getting along.

……

On this side, Chen Xinrao came out of the hospital, thinking of being flanked by Song Bingjue and Mu Wan'an just now in the ward, she almost couldn't get over it.

When she learned that Song Bingjue was hospitalized, she ran over immediately, not to humiliate them!
Thinking of the scene just now, she closed her eyes and couldn't help but yelled hysterically.

"what--"

After venting a few times, she took a few deep breaths before calming down.

It's just that the ferocity on his face hasn't faded away.

Outside the hospital, the driver who had been waiting on the side of the road saw her coming out and quickly drove to her side.

"Miss Chen." The driver looked respectful.

The expression on Chen Xinrao's face suddenly retracted, returning to the dignity of an outsider, and got into the car.

"Miss Chen, do you want to go back?"

Seeing that her complexion was not very good, the driver was very sensible and didn't ask any further questions.

Chen Xinrao paused, and originally wanted to answer "go back", but then saw her not-so-good-looking face reflected in the car window, forced a smile, and then said, "Let's go shopping nearby first, I'll do some shopping .”

Going back at this time will only make the old man feel that she is not dedicated, and maybe he will see something.

She might as well go shopping outside to refresh her mood.

Thinking of this, she felt better, and when she saw her well-maintained hands, she felt that Mu Wan'an was not as good as her at all...

Thinking of this, a faint light flashed across her eyes, and the corner of her lips twitched, and she gave an address.

Hearing this, the driver nodded, stepped on the accelerator, and the car slowly drove away from the original place...

……

Because they were all injured, they stayed in the hospital for three full days before Mu Wan'an and Song Bingjue were discharged from the hospital.

Han Xiu came to pick them up.

In the past three days, Song Bingjue refused to see anyone sent by De Lun except for Han Xiu and Chen Xinrao who had been here once before.

It can be said to be a rare leisure.

The matter of De Lun has not been settled yet, so they naturally will not return to China immediately, probably to express their previous apology. On the day they were discharged from the hospital, they received invitations saying that De Lun held a banquet and invited them to attend.

Song Bingjue declined the invitation.

The cooperation between Song and De Lun has not yet been fully settled, thinking of their refusal, Mu Wan'an wondered if it would have the opposite effect.

Seeming to see her doubts, Song Bingjue said, "They are determined to win the project of the brand shopping mall, and they will not regress because of this."

Hearing this, Mu Wanan nodded, but just thinking of Smith's face made her feel a little uncomfortable.

Since it will not affect cooperation, it may be a good thing not to go.

I thought they would go to the hotel they originally booked, but Han Xiu didn't drive in the same direction.

Looking at the scenery outside the window, Mu Wan'an made sure that they were not going to a hotel, turned her head and asked, "Where are we going?"

"Go back to the old house." Song Bingjue said.

Seeing Mu Wan'an's blank face, Song Bingjue paused, and then explained: "You know, my father lives here..."

As the words fell, the indifference on Mu Wan'an's face almost burst.

He wants to take her to Song's house?To meet his old father?
She almost got angry.

Seeing the frozen expression on her face, Song Bingjue suddenly found it funny, and deliberately added another sentence: "Since acting is acting, it must be true, isn't it?"

"But..." The development of the plot is too fast!

She wanted to refuse, but she was blocked by Song Bingjue: "Just help me out of my face, huh?"

He gave a soft "um", without concealing his pleading, and his deep eyes were full of sincerity.

Mu Wan'an was at a loss for words: "But I'm not doing well now..."

Let's not talk about anything else, let's just say that Miss Chen will also be there, and his father can predict that he will not like her. Going to the old house is like going to the crematorium, and she is not mentally prepared at all.

She was full of confusion, but she didn't know how to refuse.

Seeing that her face was twisted into twists, as if she took his words seriously, Song Bingjue's eyes were full of smiles, but he didn't explain much. He rubbed her hair and stopped talking.

Feeling the touch on the top of her head, Mu Wan'an didn't know why.

Seeing that Song Bingjue was speechless, it was hard for her to say anything.

The atmosphere is harmonious all the way.

The old house is located on the mountain outside the city. The mountain is lush and lush, and the majestic buildings on the mountainside can be seen faintly. Just by looking at it, one can feel what luxury and rich people are.

After doing a lot of psychological training, Mu Wan'an finally calmed down the kicks in her heart. Seeing Song Bingjue get out of the car, she tightened the bag in her hand. Just as she was about to follow, she saw the man slamming on the door of the car. He was about to come down, a faint smile appeared in his eyes.

"I was joking with you just now." He stretched out his hand and pinched her cheek, feeling that she was a little too sincere.

If you say you want to help him, you will really help him thoroughly.

Even if she was willing, he didn't want her to come to the old house to seek abuse, although the old guy and Chen Xinrao might not be able to abuse her.

But in the final analysis, it is not willing.

Mu Wan'an was startled, and when she realized that she had been tricked, she blushed instantly: "Song Bingjue, you..."

"But I'm serious, it won't be too late for this day, so you should be prepared in advance." When he said this, his voice lowered, and he was very careful

Mu Wan'an bit her lip, feeling her heart was on fire with him, she suppressed the fluctuations in her heart, and said, "It's windy outside, Mr. Song, hurry up and go in."

Hearing this, Song Bingjue smiled, pinched her cheek again, and stopped immediately before she was really annoyed, before leaving the car.

"Go back later, be careful on the road." Song Bingjue turned his head sideways and instructed Han Xiu.

Han Xiu nodded and asked, "President, are you coming to pick you up tomorrow?"

"En." Song Bingjue responded, took a deep look at Mu Wan'an, and then closed the car door.

The car leaves.

In the back seat, Mu Wan'an looked at his faint figure, unable to calm down for a long time...

……

old house.

Bright lights.

As soon as Song Bingjue came back, the servant who had been waiting for a long time hurried forward.

"Master."

Song Bingjue responded, handed over his coat, and asked as he went upstairs, "How is the old man?"

Last night, news came from the old house that Song Zhenguo was seriously ill, otherwise, Song Bingjue would not have come over.

However, it is still open to debate whether it is a real illness or a fake illness.

The servant following behind replied respectfully: "The doctor just left and said that the master needs to rest."

Immediately, she paused and added: "Miss Chen is talking with the master in the room now."

When the words fell, Song Bingjue sneered, but did not respond to these words.

Seeing the mockery on Song Bingjue's face, the servant lowered his eyes and immediately fell silent.

Song Bingjue went all the way up the second floor to Song Zhenguo's ward. Before he opened the door, he heard faint laughter from inside.

He pushed the door open expressionlessly.

In sight, it was Song Zhenguo lying on the bed, beside Chen Xinrao making him laugh, acting like a baby.

This picture, from the outside hot eyes.

Seeing it was him, Chen Xinrao, who was still holding Song Zhenguo's arm, paused for a moment, then her eyes lit up, and she immediately leaned forward with concern: "Brother-in-law, are you back?"

Her eyes were full of spring, and the shyness on her face was undisguised.

Everyone outside knows what she looks like as the Second Miss of the Chen family, but she can act. In front of Song Zhenguo, she always looks like Song Zhenguo's favorite appearance.

Song Bingjue sneered coldly, ignored her, looked at Song Zhenguo, and walked straight over.

On the bed, the old man's complexion was ruddy, and he looked full of energy. He didn't see that he was seriously ill at all.

The coldness on his face became even colder, and he spit out two words: "Seriously ill?"

After being caught pretending to be sick, Song Zhenguo's face flashed a hint of annoyance, and he immediately calmed down: "Why didn't you tell me in advance when you came back?"

"Tell me in advance, so that you can get ready to act?" Song Bingjue sneered, his gaze passed Song Zhenguo, and then fell on Chen Xinrao, "I really don't know, when did you and Second Miss Chen get on so well?"

"Xinrao is called filial piety! How is it like you! With a wild woman outside, you can't see others at all!" Song Zhenguo was instantly annoyed, and picked up the lamp on the bedside to smash Song Bingjue on the head.

He is not sick, seeing the bastard like this, he is going to be sick from anger!
Song Bingjue's eyes were cold, watching his movements, standing here and there coldly, but did not avoid it.

Seeing this, Chen Xinrao hurriedly rushed to the bedside, took Song Zhenguo's hand, and said with a considerate expression, "Uncle, don't be angry, your body will not recover if you get angry."

As she spoke, she quickly took the lamp from Song Zhenguo's hand, then carefully placed the lamp on the bedside table, then looked at Song Bingjue, persuading her, "Brother-in-law, uncle pretends to be sick...I miss you too much...don't you ..."

As she said that, she was about to go to hold his hand, but Song Bingjue avoided her.

"Get lost." He whispered the word, and then said, "It's not your turn to talk about our family's affairs."

She froze immediately, the smile on the corner of her lips was slightly bitter, and she exuded a little bit of loneliness.

Seeing him treat Chen Xinrao like this, Song Zhenguo became even more angry: "You are trying to piss me off, aren't you! Xinrao is such a good girl, you treat her like this!"

In his eyes, Chen Xinrao was his sure daughter-in-law. Even before, Xinrao's elder sister was not as good as her in his eyes!