Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

Song Bingjue didn't want to say more.

The last time Chen Xinrao drugged him, it had touched his bottom line.

It was Song Zhenguo, an old fool, who was fooled around by her.

Before Song Zhenguo finished speaking, he planned to hang up the phone.

Unexpectedly, as if he knew he was going to do this, Song Zhenguo calmed down, and suddenly said sarcastically: "Do you think such a woman would accept the activities of our Song family?"

He was full of confidence, and his words were full of viciousness and determination.

Song Bingjue paused, his black eyes suddenly turned a little bit of anger because of his words, and his face darkened.

This time, he didn't say anything for a while.

On the side, sensing that the atmosphere was not right, Mu Wan settled down and eased her breathing.

On the other end of the phone, anticipating his reaction, Song Zhenguo smiled again and said, "So what if you like it? Do you think you can give her what she wants? The old Chen Xinxue is fine, you want you to like it." This person will become the second Chen Xinxue, right?"

The old man spoke leisurely, his face full of complacency.

After so many years of fighting, this was the first time he had the upper hand in front of his son.

His words were like a heavy stone hitting him, Song Bingjue clenched his hands tightly, his face was terribly gloomy.

Oh, Chen Xinxue.

Mu Wan'an will never become the second Chen Xinxue no matter what.

The anger in his heart was rampant, as if thinking of those things before, dark, gloomy, and depressive... Song Bingjue even wanted to kill Song Zhenguo.

Just when his anger was almost uncontrollable, suddenly, a cold hand covered him.

At that moment, like the first snow, it extinguished all his anger.

Song Bingjue turned his head and saw Mu Wan'an got up and walked to his side unconsciously.

"Is it uncle?" She said silently, "Because of my business?"

She knew that since she wanted to be Song Bingjue's shield, she had to be mentally prepared to face opposition and blows.

However, she did not expect that Song Bingjue seemed to bear more than her on this issue.

Isn't the shield supposed to block everything?
She has this self-knowledge.

Song Bingjue pursed his lips. The moment he saw her, his eyes had returned to their usual calmness.

The heart suddenly calmed down.

"I'm fine." He responded silently, the darkness in his eyes fading away.

Mu Wan'an smiled.

Under the light, her eyes were shining, soft and outrageous.

Song Bingjue's pupils shrank, but after a while, the phone fell into Mu Wan'an's hands.

Mu Wan'an's eyes were clear.

For some reason, seeing the cunning in her eyes, Song Bingjue curled his lips with a hint of joy.

But on the other end of the phone, Song Zhenguo became more and more proud when he couldn't get a response: "So, hurry up and send that woman away with a sum of money...Xin Rao is the most suitable person for you..."

Unexpectedly, in the next second, it was a woman's voice: "Uncle, you are not Bingjue, how do you know that Miss Chen is the most suitable person for him?"

Her tone was soft, like cotton wool, falling gently.

It never occurred to him that it was not his son's voice but a woman who was waiting. Song Zhenguo lost his mind for a second, and when he realized the arrogance in her words, he was immediately annoyed: "You are Mu Wan'an? You..."

Before he finished speaking, Mu Wan'an interrupted him cleanly again: "I'm Mu Wan'an, but uncle, you can send me money if you want, I don't know how much you plan to take?"

She hooked her lips, a dimple was slightly sunken at the corner of her lips, she looked gentle and playful.

Song Bingjue was not annoyed either. He listened to her words with interest in his eyes.

Hearing this, Song Zhenguo sneered directly: "For a woman like you, it will be cheaper for you to give one million..."

100?

Mu Wan'an couldn't help laughing, she didn't know if she was laughing at the old man's innocence or innocence.

"Uncle, you are a businessman. You should know that people don't do business at a loss. If I can marry Bingjue, then I can have more than 100 million. So, do you think a simple 100 million can seduce me?"

She was eloquent, and Song Zhenguo was so angry that he blew his beard and stared: "You..."

"So, if you don't use all of the Song family's property to send me away, uncle, you'd better not say anything about the 100 million yuan, or it will be embarrassing." Mu Wan'an smiled very sweetly.

Song Zhenguo seemed too angry to speak.

I heard Mu Wan'an say again: "What's more, uncle is right, I just love money, but your family is very rich, and your son knows that I love money, so we are true love, I hope uncle Don't break us up."

Love……

don't tear us apart...

What the hell!

Song Zhenguo only felt smoke rising above his head, he never thought that Mu Wan'an would be so courageous and dare to talk to him like this!
He slowed down for a while, and was about to reprimand her, but he didn't want to, on the other end of the phone, Mu Wan'an hung up decisively.

Song Zhenguo: "..."

Almost got a heart attack.

She blinked, returned the phone to Song Bingjue, and bent her eyes: "What I did just now, is it considered competent?"

She had heard from Han Xiu that Mr. Song was in excellent health, and it was fine to be angry.

"Yeah." Song Bingjue smiled, thinking of her coquettish and arrogant appearance just now, he just felt warm in his heart.

But after all, he knew that she came to find her something important, so he looked at the document that he pushed her and asked, "What's the matter?"

Mu Wan'an came back to her senses, put the documents in her hand on the table, and said: "The head office said that there are some documents that need your signature and verification. I will scan them and send them back later."

Hearing this, Song Bingjue sat down beside her.

The sofa sank slightly, and Mu Wan'an wanted to move away uncomfortably, but Song Bingjue turned sideways and crossed over, blocking her way.

She had no choice but to sit quietly.

Song Bingjue didn't realize it, flipped through the documents, and then picked up a pen to draw a few circles on the document: "There are problems with these data, let them go back and redo."

Mu Wan'an took the information and looked at it, and saw that he knew there was an error just by scanning it, so she couldn't help but ask, "How did you know there was a problem?"

"Because there are not enough reference data." Song Bingjue replied, seeing her almond eyes smirking under the light, and her lips curled up slightly, "Even a basic template needs a lot of data for reference, and these are far from enough."

Mu Wan'an seemed to understand, but she also knew that Song Bingjue would never be wrong.

She nodded, rearranged the documents, and planned to go back, but just as she got up, she was held back by the man.

She looked down at him: "what's the matter?"

Her eyes are clear, and there is no trace of the lonely man and widow in her eyes.

Song Bingjue, who was planning to say something to amuse her, paused, but thinking of the phone call just now, he suddenly asked, "If."