Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

She walked into the lobby with flowers in her arms, and looking at Ji Yunhua's black and white photo, the haze in her heart suddenly disappeared somehow.

With a sigh, she reached out and placed the bouquet in front of him.

"Miss Mu, you are here."

Mu Wan'an turned around and looked at the man beside her. Although she didn't have any impression, she probably looked familiar. Knowing that he was Ji Yunhua's person, she nodded.

"Mr. Ji, I was the one who cared about you the most before I was alive. I know that many things happened between you and Mr. Ji before, but now people are after all"

He didn't finish his sentence, but Mu Wan'an knew what he meant.

A living person can never argue with a dead person, no matter what he has done before, in the end, he is dead.

What's more, he never wanted to harm himself.

"Say something to Mr. Ji, Mr. Ji must have something special to hear before he was alive."

Mu Wan'an nodded, squatted down, looked at Ji Yunhua's incomparably handsome smile in the photo, and said, "Yunhua, I will forget everything in the past."

Even though he was scheming and used himself as a pawn, in the end, he left a lot for himself.

"I never hated you, and I won't in the future. I will always remember your best side."

When we met that year, he was unparalleled, not the later intrigue.

"You never held a grudge against him? You still remember him at his best?"

Suddenly, a man's puzzled and suppressed angry voice came from behind.

This familiar voice made Mu Wan'an stunned, and she turned her head abruptly. Behind him, wearing a black suit with a chilling aura, was Song Bingjue who had left a promise and disappeared.

"Mu Wanan, do you know what you said?" Song Bingjue pursed his lips, extremely serious.

Mu Wan'an froze for a moment, then calmed down, she turned around and glanced at the photo behind her, and nodded slowly.

"Yes, I know what I'm talking about, it's what I say in my heart, and it's what I should say."

"He did such a thing and plotted against you and me to such an extent that you can still say such a thing?" Song Bingjue took a few steps forward and grabbed Mu Wan'an's wrist.

A pair of eagle eyes stared into her eyes tightly and said: "Look into my eyes and tell me, Mu Wan'an, why did you do this? He is like a snake and a scorpion, and you can still forgive him. In your eyes, I'm okay with all that, right?"

Mu Wan'an's eyes darkened. If she hadn't heard those words, she might feel sorry for Song Bingjue, but now she knows everything.
She gently pushed Song Bingjue's hand away, turned her head and said, "You're wrong, he never hurt me, and what you and he did was wrong, isn't it just your plan?"

She looked at him with some sadness on her face and said, "All this, did he plan on you, Ji Yunhua, or did you plan on Ji Yunhua and me?"

A trace of shock appeared on Song Bingjue's face, he didn't expect that Mu Wan'an would... even know.
A crack appeared on his stern face.

"You know it all"

Song Bingjue frowned, stepped forward and said, "Do you think he is innocent just because of this? Don't you know what kind of person Ji Yunhua is?"

Mu Wan'an frowned slightly, she took a step back and said, "Is that what you came here to talk about?"

Ji Yunhua's people also came up, looking at Song Bingjue with vigilance and displeasure.

"I..." Song Bingjue frowned, and wanted to step forward to hold Mu Wan'an, but watched Mu Wan'an take a step back and hide behind Ji Yunhua's people.

All the signs that Han Xiu found moved his heart.

Could this be part of Ji Yunhua's scheme?
Divide between him and Mu Wan'an, so as to attack them?

"You can't stay here, come with me." The more Song Bingjue thought about it, the more he felt it was possible, he pushed away Ji Yunhua's people, and went to Lamu to say good night.

"Song Bingjue, can you stop doing this!" Mu Wan'an couldn't help it anymore, and said, "Ji Yunhua has done some things, but do you dare to say that your handwriting and thoughts are not in these things?!"

"He's already dead, he's gone, do you still want to treat his affairs like this?!"

"What if I say that he may not be dead? What if I say that all this is his conspiracy, and what he wants is you to turn against me!"

Song Bingjue stepped forward and grabbed her shoulder, holding him tightly.

Looking at her with scarlet eyes, they were full of questioning and distressed, as if Mu Wan'an would be devastated if he didn't believe him.

Looking into his eyes, Mu Wan'an felt a little pain and looseness in her heart.

Even though she has persuaded herself not to sink by Song Bingjue's side anymore, as long as she sees his expression, her heart can't stop the pain.

"I"

But Ji Yunhua died in front of her eyes, how could all this be fake?
Ji Yunhua's face and Song Bingjue's stern words at that time kept circling in Mu Wan'an's heart.

In the end, she lowered her head and silently pushed Song Bingjue away.

"You are becoming more and more different from the Song Bingjue I first met. Maybe this is the original you. It's just that I mistakenly thought that it was you."

Mu Wan'an covered her face, and said with a wry smile: "He is dead, why do you still speculate like this? Compared with his calculations, I am more afraid, all this is under your control again, even I Whether you can be sad, whether you can forgive Ji Yunhua, are all in your calculations."

"You are terrible, and you are too far away from me."

"You think of me like that." Song Bingjue's eyes were full of loss and anger.

"Mu Wanan, you heartless woman! You actually chose him between us?!"

Mu Wan'an turned around slowly and said, "This is a funeral, I don't want to argue with you anymore."

After finishing speaking, she and Ji Yunhua's people next to her nodded indiscriminately, then turned around and left.

"Mu Wan! Mu Wan! Stop!" Song Bingjue roared angrily behind him.

But Mu Wan'an didn't stop.

"Mr. Song, I know you're dissatisfied with Mr. Ji, but it's a funeral after all, and the dead are the most important!"

Ji Yunhua's people said sadly, stopping Song Bingjue, refusing to let him go again.

Song Bingjue's sharp face was full of coldness, he snorted coldly, pushed everyone away, turned and left.

Just before leaving, he looked at Ji Yunhua in the black and white photo.

His smile is picturesque, just like his peerless beauty back then.

It's just that this smile, in Song Bingjue's eyes, carried an evil, self-satisfied mockery.

He took a deep look at the photo.

If this is Ji Yunhua's conspiracy, he will definitely crush it, no one can lay hands on them.

Mu Wan'an returned to the hospital and was always with Song Xiaosi.

Not long after she arrived at the hospital, Song Bingjue came to the hospital aggressively.

Although she didn't say anything, everyone else felt that Mu Wan'an and Song Bingjue were different again.

"What's going on with Song Bingjue?" Shen Yu complained dissatisfiedly walking up and down the corridor.

"It's about dealing with things, but why does it seem like something happened with Good Night?"

Song Jiajia was also very anxious, what's the matter, the relationship between the two of them is getting worse now?
"Good night, you should listen to me clearly." Song Bingjue said standing in front of the child's bed.

Mu Wan'an looked down at the child, and said softly: "What's the matter, let's go out and talk, the child is still resting."

Being returned by her so neither soft nor hard, even though Song Bingjue wanted to say something, he didn't say it in the end, and followed her out of the ward.

When Shen Yu and Song Jiajia saw two people walking out with cold faces, they both stood up.

"He and I want to talk, Jiajia, you and my brother have suffered for a long time, let's go eat something." Mu Wan'an wanted to send the two of them away.

"But." Song Jiajia was a little bit reluctant. She felt that if she left, what would she do if the good night conversation with Song Bingjue broke down?
But Shen Yu didn't give her a chance, and dragged her away.

Seeing the person leave, Mu Wan'an said wearily, "I know what you want to say, maybe you are right, but these things have nothing to do with me."

"What did you say?" Song Bingjue thought that Mu Wan'an would not believe him, and would defend Ji Yunhua, but he didn't expect that Mu Wan'an would speak in such an irrelevant tone.

"Aren't you afraid?"

"I have nothing to be afraid of." Mu Wan'an looked at the children in the ward and said, "When Ji Yunhua was around, he never hurt me, even if he plotted a lot, he never did me any harm. He's alive, and I don't have to worry about it."

"Then aren't you afraid that I'll get hurt?" Song Bingjue's eyes were full of searching.

"How did you get hurt?" Mu Wan'an chuckled, and said with a wry smile: "All of this is your plan. Everyone in the world will be hurt, and you will be fine."

Such a reassuring tone, but to Song Bingcheng's ears, it sounded like a severance of kindness.

His brows were furrowed, and his eyes were puzzled and hurt.

"You..." He suppressed his anger and wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything in the end, his hands clenched tightly into fists, and finally he just turned around and left.

Mu Wan'an looked at the back of him striding away, and couldn't help sighing, not knowing whether it was loneliness or relief.

Bang.

Song Bingjue walked very fast, and he ran into the doctor who was walking slowly.

"Ah, sorry." The doctor said softly.

Wearing a mask, it sounded a bit weird.

Song Bingjue didn't care and walked away.

The doctor watched him leave, and walked slowly towards the ward.

Mu Wan'an leaned against the door, a little absent-minded because of Song Bingjue's departure.

"Miss Mu, it's time for rounds." The doctor was wearing a mask, and his tone sounded like he had an accent.

Mu Wan'an nodded, stepped aside, and let him in.

Mu Wan'an was still thinking about other things, but seeing the doctor came in, she calmed down, turned around and entered the ward, and asked, "Doctor, is the child okay?"