Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

Mu Wan'an stubbornly raised her head, and said indifferently: "Mr. Song, don't you blame me for what you did?"

"Very good, Mu Wan'an, you are really good!" Song Bingjue pushed her away and looked at her with anger in his eyes.

"Is this what you really think? Even if I fuck another woman, you don't care, do you?"

Mu Wan'an sneered and said, "Song Bingjue, I didn't say anything, why are you so excited?"

Song Bingjue was already on the verge of running away from her anger. With a gloomy face, he finally asked: "Then if I say that I do have another woman, what about you?"

These words hit Mu Wan'an's heart like a heavy blow, her body swayed without a trace, and after a while, she regained her composure, held her breath and held the pain in her heart. He said word by word: "What does that have to do with me? Mr. Song, this is your own business, so what does it have to do with me?"

Mu Wan'an exhausted all her strength to drop this sentence, turned around and was about to leave, when Song Bingjue's indifferent words came from behind him: "Good Mu Wan. You'd better remember what you said today. From now on, there will be no one around me. There will be only one woman."

Mu Wan'an ran away in a panic, as if she wanted to escape from Song Bingjue's cruel words.

She felt that it was probably over, everything was over, but why did her heart hurt so much?

She huddled in a corner of the studio and drank, one sip after another, from day to night.

Xiaosi has been sent to Shen Yu's home, and she wants to vent a little.

"Bump bump."

There was a knock on the door of the room, and Mu Wan'an was taken aback, could it be that Song Bingjue had come?Why did he come, he still has the face to come!Even if he came, she would not back down!

Mu Wan'an's heart was in a mess, she covered her ears and pretended not to hear.

"Good night, open the door, it's me"

At this time, Song Jiajia's weak voice came from outside.

"Jiajia?" Mu Wan'an was stunned for a moment, then she staggered over to open the door. As soon as she opened the door, it was Song Jiajia leaning against the door with her head downcast.

"What's wrong with you?" Mu Wan'an asked strangely.

Song Jiajia reluctantly raised a smile and said, "Isn't it because my good friend is not feeling well, and I feel bad too."

Mu Wan'an said helplessly: "I told you not to match us up, it's really impossible for us."

Song Jiajia let out a groan, saved Mu Wan'an, leaned on her shoulder and said, "What's the matter? Completely collapsed? Could it be that I have lost all hope?"

Mu Wan'an thought of Song Bingjue's resolute words today, and her heart ached, but she still pretended to be nonchalant and said: "Yes, there is no hope, we have already agreed, in the future, I will not be the only woman by his side, of course , It should be said that he will finally not have to defend himself like a jade for me in the future."

"Scared?!" Song Jiajia was taken aback, and said, "What's going on? Did the two of you quarrel? Are you speaking out of anger?"

Mu Wan'an smiled indifferently and said: "No, it was a very serious discussion. There are many women around him. I used to be jealous. Now we are going to separate. He told me personally. There will be many of them."

Song Jiajia was dumbfounded. Although she felt that she was still angry, saying such words would hurt her feelings too much. I am afraid that there is really no hope for these two people.

She sighed in disappointment, and the last pair of hopes were shattered. Song Jiajia really felt love, and it seemed that there was nothing to look forward to in reality.

Looking at her like this, Mu Wan'an didn't suspect him, thinking she was still worried about her own affairs, so she pulled her in and said, "Come with me for a drink."

Song Jiajia still had something in her heart, so she didn't refuse immediately, and said very straightforwardly: "Okay, I won't go home if I don't get drunk tonight!!"

Two women who had their own concerns and were hurt by love drank more and more cup after cup.

Mu Wan'an thought to herself, this wine is really a good thing. After drinking too much, my mind is light, and I really can't think about anything.

In my ear, Song Jiajia would keep talking when she drank too much, making a lot of noise.

"Good night, I really don't want to stay in the country anymore, I want to go to England with you, woo woo, can you take me with you? Your family has a big business, so it's no problem to keep me alone."

"Well, no problem!"

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

Mu Wan'an thought for a while with her only rationality, and said, "Okay!"

"Good night, I seem to be back in high school. You said how good it was in high school. At that time, there were people who loved me, and I was carefree every day. I didn't have any troubles. I want to go back."

Mu Wan'an shook her head, and said seriously: "Why go back, it's been so long now, we still have to look forward and live forward, the next one might be even better!"

Song Jiajia over there had drunk too much and fell to the ground, but she was still saying vaguely: "It's impossible, it's impossible to get better in the future, I really want to go back, I want to go back"

Mu Wan'an ignored her and drank alone. Song Jiajia was still yelling in her ears, and kept saying, "I want to go back, I want to go back to high school. I want to go back"

Talking and talking, Mu Wan'an was also drunk, and she didn't know when she fell asleep.

Drowsy, I don't know how long I slept, Mu Wan'an woke up from the cold.

She sat up in a daze, only to realize that she had slept on the floor all night, and her nose was already a little runny from the cold.

She was covered with a coat, which should have been put on by Song Jiajia. She sniffed and looked around blankly.

"Huh? Where's Jiajia? Jiajia?" She stood up and searched around the room, but found that no one was there, and she wasn't in the bathroom either.

She shook her head, this girl must have sobered up and ran away.

Tsk tsk tsk, she didn't know to call her, she covered her aching head, reluctantly cleaned up the studio, and then drove home.

It's just that she didn't expect that when she just arrived home and was laying on the bed to catch up on sleep, a burst of phone ringing woke her up.

She took a look at the phone and sighed inwardly.

It's Song Bingjue's call.

One night has passed, why is he calling at this time?There was a chill in her heart, after thinking about it, she still bit the bullet and picked it up.

"Hello?" she asked perfunctorily.

"Mu Wan." Song Bingjue on the other end of the phone spoke very calmly, unable to hear the previous waves at all, as if the two had returned to the way they first met.

"I can agree to the conditions you put forward, and Stoudemire can be handed over to you for upbringing."

Mu Wan'an's eyes widened suddenly, and she sat up suddenly.

"However, I have conditions."

"Okay, tell me." Mu Wan'an didn't know why he suddenly compromised, maybe because he felt that such a marriage was meaningless, maybe he also thought that it was time for the two of them to end.

Although Mu Wan'an felt a little pain in her heart, she still chose to ignore her own emotional problems when it came to the child's issue.

"The first condition is that I have the right to visit Stoudemire. I can visit Stoudemire at any time and take him to stay with me temporarily."

Mu Wan'an sneered, what's the difference between this and before they reached an agreement?If Song Bingjue left Xiaosi for a year or two, it wouldn't matter who had the custody of his son.

What's more, he can visit him anytime, anywhere, what will happen to her life in the future?Is it possible to still serve him?
Thinking of this, Mu Wan'an directly refused: "Impossible, Song Bingjue, of course Xiao Si is your son, you have the right to visit, but you must not come whenever you want, my child and I also have a private life, no I want to serve you!". Well, we will set a time according to what you said. "Song Bingjue took a deep breath and said lightly.

Regarding his concession, and not intending to continue bargaining at all, it did not make Mu Wan'an feel happy, on the contrary, Mu Wan'an felt a little sad.

She knew that this man just wanted to draw a line with herself as soon as possible.

But it doesn't matter, as long as she has children.

Thinking of this, she cheered up and said: "There are other conditions, you can continue to talk."

"The second condition is that we cannot divorce for the time being." Song Bingjue said.

After saying this condition, Mu Wan'an fell silent.

After all this, Song Bingjue still refuses to divorce. She already feels that he is not trying to keep her. Maybe there is really a purpose
Thinking of Song Bingjue's various calculations and schemes, she suddenly felt a little tired. Maybe being with herself was more of a scheme.

She suddenly lost the urge to divorce, maybe she had given up.

She sighed and said, "Song Bingjue, we won't divorce but you have your private life and countless women, but I still have to be trapped in Song Jia as Mrs. Song. It's not fair."

She was so tired that she didn't wait for Song Bingjue to speak, "How about this, I'll go back to England, and I won't participate in anything you do in China, just take this title, do you think it's okay?"

Song Bingjue was silent, and Mu Wan'an supported his forehead and continued: "After I go back, with the Cheng family and Shen Yu here, no matter what happens, I won't let the British affairs spread to the country to destroy your plan, okay?"

"Whatever you want." Song Bingjue said indifferently.

Mu Wan'an cheered up. She didn't want to continue talking to this man at all, so she simply said, "Is there no other condition? Then I'll hang up the phone."

After finishing speaking, he hung up directly without leaving him any gaps.

And after she hung up the phone, Song Bingjue never called again.

They finally agreed.