Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

After a while, I heard him ask in a very restrained and hoarse tone, "Is the cold water ready?"

Mu Wan'an's eardrums trembled, but her breathing was still not very steady.

"Release..." Thinking of the loss of control just now, her voice was inaudible.

Her voice was like a mosquito, as if as long as he was more domineering, she would not resist. Such a temptation was too irresistible.

The man took another deep breath, and after hugging her tightly, he withdrew suddenly and hurried towards the bathroom.

"Pa—" Afraid he couldn't control it, the man quickly closed the door.

Outside the door, Mu Wan'an looked at the closed bathroom with dazed eyes, thinking of what happened just now, the heat in her heart seemed to overwhelm everything.

With a "step--", almost a second later, her whole body fell limply on the ground along the door panel.

She closed her eyes and took several deep breaths before she slowly got up and poured herself a glass of water.

Raising her eyes, she stared at herself in the mirror.

In the mirror, the woman's winking eyes were like silk, her face was pink, her lips were slightly swollen, and there were faint marks on her collarbone. With a glance, one could tell what she had experienced just now.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she hastily turned her face away.

……

The sound of water in the bathroom still didn't stop.

She sat on the edge of the bed, trying to focus her attention elsewhere.

The tablet is charging next to it, and the phone is clutched in the hand.

She is not a person who likes to play with mobile phones very much, and there are not many fun apps in her mobile phone, so she scrolls through Weibo boredly.

Her weibo name is an original string of numbers, and the only fans in it are also zombie fans.

There have been a lot of entertainment news recently. She looked around, and when she saw news about the Wang family on the headlines, she suddenly paused.

The photo of Xu Shuo and Wang Siyi's love took up the whole screen, she was stunned, she didn't know why, looking at Xu Shuo's face through the screen, she felt a little strange.

Even, she suddenly remembered that she hadn't thought of her ex-husband for a long time.

After all, her heart was still a little sore, she didn't click on it, but skimmed the headline to read other news.

Browsing around on Weibo, seeing that the sound of water in the bathroom had stopped and Song Bingjue hadn't come out yet, she hesitated for a moment, fearing that something might go wrong, she went over and knocked on the door.

"Song... Bingjue?" She asked standing outside the bathroom.

The people in the bathroom didn't respond, her heart tightened, and she knocked again: "Are you okay?"

As soon as the words fell, I heard the man humming lightly and hurriedly inside.

Realizing what happened inside, Mu Wan'an suddenly paused, her face flushed, and she was about to turn around hastily when she heard a man's hoarse voice coming from inside——

"Good night?"

His voice murmured.

Mu Wan'an's footsteps stopped, her face flushed slightly, thinking of the voice she heard just now, her own voice also became weaker: "Huh?"

"I came in just now... I forgot to take a change of clothes..." Song Bingjue's voice was hoarse.

At that moment, Mu Wan'an's face suddenly burned.

I don't know why, but the naked appearance of the man flashed across my mind...

She suddenly covered her nose and closed her eyes.

Sewage.

When did she get so dirty?
Change of clothing?
The clothes to change... She... doesn't have any.

"But, I..."

"The clothes are all in the suitcase. I will tell you the password. You can go to my room to get them. I will call the waiter to open the door for you." Song Bingjue said.

"Okay." Hearing this, Mu Wan'an nodded, and without thinking much, she left the room and went to the next door.

The waiter quickly helped to open the door, and Mu Wan'an walked in.

The specifications of the hotel rooms are uniform, and Mu Wan'an is not a stranger. As soon as he entered, he saw the man's suitcase placed next to the TV cabinet.

After opening the suitcase according to the password Song Bingjue said, Mu Wan'an found a set of nightgowns from inside, and when she saw the storage bag for underwear, she suddenly paused.

A change of clothes, besides pajamas, what else...

Isn't it just underwear?

Her ears were red, and she almost hesitated for several minutes before she closed her eyes suddenly, took out one from the pouch, stuffed it with the nightgown, and hurriedly left Song Bingjue's room.

As a result, before she could enter her room, Secretary Han's voice sounded from behind.

"Miss Mu."

Secretary Han came over.

Mu Wan'an's footsteps faltered, thinking of the things in her hands, she hurriedly moved behind her.

She forced a smile: "Secretary Han?"

"What's the matter?" She didn't know if it was because of a guilty conscience, but her breathing was unstable.

Seeing that her face was flushed, Han Xiu paused and frowned slightly: "Miss Mu, are you okay? Are you so red?"

"I'm fine." Her face turned even redder, and she tightened her grip on her clothes, "I just took a shower and it's a little hot, so I came out for a walk."

Hearing this, Han Xiu was noncommittal, and then said, "Just now Delun's company called and set up the time and place for the next appointment. I want to confirm with you."

"Okay." Mu Wan'an spoke quickly.

After confirming the itinerary and sending Han Xiu away, Mu Wan'an breathed a sigh of relief, walked quickly into her room, and locked the door with a "snap."

She didn't know what was wrong with her, but she felt as if she had a guilty conscience.

After calming down, holding her pajamas in her arms, she knocked on the bathroom door, and said in a calm tone, "Here are the clothes."

After the words fell, the bathroom door was unlocked and opened a crack.

Mu Wan'an hastily stuffed the clothes in.

As if feeling her urgency, the man paused, but there was no immediate result. He seemed to be able to imagine the scene of the woman on the other side of the door with a red face, and a smile appeared on her face.

The hand holding the clothes was a little stiff. Seeing that he was still puzzled, Mu Wan'an became a little anxious: "Song Bingjue?"

"It's okay." The man withdrew his smile, took the nightgown from the little hand exposed through the crack of the door, and let out a muffled sound when he saw the underwear wrapped inside.

Mu Wan'an heard the laughter and didn't know why: "What's wrong?"

"So you like it like this." Opening the nightgown, a pair of tight black bullet underwear appeared there. The man smiled and teased softly.

Mu Wan'an's face flushed, vaguely knowing what he was laughing at, she quickly withdrew her hand and explained, "I just took it casually."

After speaking, he locked the bathroom door directly from the outside, and fled to the bed.

The man is noncommittal.

……

In the bathroom, there was no movement at all.

After waiting for 5 minutes, the door opened and the man came out of the bathroom.

The fog in the bathroom gradually dissipated, and the man seemed to have stepped out of an illusion.

He has a slender figure, with an open neckline that exposes his collarbone, revealing his sex appeal, exuding temptation everywhere.

Mu Wan'an didn't look sideways, but her heart was flustered.

She looked at the clock on the bedside table, and said solemnly: "It's getting late, Mr. Song, you should go back to sleep too, I... I have to sleep too."

She tried her best to restrain herself, but when she thought of the scene of the two embracing and kissing just now, she couldn't help but blush.

Some things, inadvertently, have stepped on the line uncontrollably.

"Okay." Her lips were still red, like peach blossoms waiting to be picked.

Thinking of the touch just now, the man smiled, knowing that she also had a temper, so he didn't try to tease her again, but said: "Good night."

Mu Wan'an nodded, and this time, she turned her eyes to him and said, "Good night."

After saying goodnight to each other, Song Bingjue had no reason to stay, so he had to leave.

It wasn't until the door was locked again that she was the only one left in the room that Mu Wan'an let out a long breath.

Patting her flushed face, she tried her best to throw away the scene just now.

Everything just now was an accident.

If Song Bingjue hadn't been drugged, they wouldn't have been able to...

She bit her lip lightly, stood there for a while, and then lay down on the bed and closed her eyes.

Tossing and turning on the bed, it was well after 12 o'clock before she fell asleep in a daze.

Halfway through, she was woken up by urination, got out of bed in a hurry, and went to the toilet.

After flushing the water, when she was about to wash her hands and go back to the bed, suddenly, a smear of blackness appeared in the corner of her eyes.

The originally confused thoughts returned at that moment, and she suddenly widened her eyes. When she saw the black lace panties that she forgot to take back after taking a shower hanging on the side, she froze in place as if struck by lightning...

just.

Just now, Song Bingjue was in the bathroom with her underwear...

This picture almost couldn't be restrained in her mind, she closed her eyes, her whole body was flushed, decisively, she had the desire to die...

So, what he said just now, "So you like this way"... What was it like?

Want to die, she has never been so ashamed.

……

And at this end, he returned to his room.

Song Bingjue raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw countless missed calls on his phone.

After pulling the number into the blacklist, he lay back on the bed happily.

All night, good dreams and good sleep.

……

As for the old house, Song Zhenguo smashed two landlines after learning that Song Bingjue had left and made countless calls but were not answered.

The servant waiting on the side was silent, and hurriedly cleaned up the mess.

On the side, Chen Xinrao had tears in her eyes, endured a little bit of grievance, and persuaded in a low voice: "Uncle, don't be angry...it's all my fault, I'm not good enough, so I couldn't keep my brother-in-law. Called back as soon as I called..."

"But, uncle, if that woman is nice, that's fine, I admit defeat, but, that woman is clearly divorced, why does my brother-in-law like her so much... I can't compare to him in anything..."

As she spoke, her tears fell one by one.

In the drooping eyes, the light in the bottom of the eyes was concealed.

Hearing this, Song Zhenguo's anger, which had not been calmed down, became even more violent: "You bastard!"

After the words fell, he paused, and after seeing Chen Xinrao's aggrieved tears streaming down his face, he said angrily: "Xinrao, don't worry, with me here, that woman can't even think about being with Bingjue!"