Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

She was already slightly drunk and confused, her fingertips were trembling: "Mr. Song..."

As soon as she opened her mouth, she held her breath.

The man lowered his head, his lips were only half a centimeter away from her, and his eyes looked at her without blinking.

"Wan Wan?" His voice was mixed with the smell of alcohol.

Drunk eyes blurred, obviously very drunk.

Mu Wan'an's ears warmed up, but she soon woke up. Just when she was about to push him away, the phone rang suddenly.

The man picked it up in a daze, not knowing what was said on the other end of the phone, his originally chaotic eyes gradually became clear.

"What did you say?" He paused, and when he came back to his senses, he was even more taken aback when he saw Mu Wan'an, who was flushed in his arms, rubbed the tip of his eyebrows with some headaches, and slowly pushed away.

Mu Wan'an breathed a sigh of relief.

Even she herself did not expect that this would be the case when she and Song Bingjue met again.

Seeing that he was still on the phone, she didn't want to disturb her, and was about to leave without a sound, but the man hung up the phone, and suddenly grabbed her hand.

She turned her eyes, and met Song Bingjue's deep eyes, as if to swallow her up: "Miss Mu, I may need your help."

Mu Wan'an was taken aback.

……

The night shadow is astringent.

The room was pitch black, only a glimmer of moonlight outside the window brought a glimmer of light.

In the corner, a small figure curled up there, holding a crumpled candy wrapper in his hand, the only sound in the air was the grinding and rubbing of fingertips.

And the surroundings were in a mess, mostly smashed and broken toys.

Standing in Song Xiaosi's room, Mu Wan'an looked at the scene inside, with a trace of complexity in her eyes.

As early as the first time she saw Song Xiaosi, she had thought that the child might have some psychological problems, but she never thought that his illness would be so serious.

Autism is not something that can be cured simply by treating it.

Outside the door, there was a conversation between the housekeeper and Song Bingjue——

"The young master has been playing with that candy wrapper, sir, look..."

"Has he not eaten all day?"

"No……"

"Why didn't you notify me sooner..."

Mu Wan'an stopped listening to the next words.

Song Bingjue had no choice but to ask her to come over and have a try.

Afraid of disturbing Song Xiaosi, Mu Wan'an dragged down her high heels, her slender white feet stepped on the carpet silently, she approached slowly, and then squatted down in front of Song Xiaosi.

She didn't speak immediately, but just looked at Song Xiaosi's face carefully.

Song Si was immersed in his own world, as if he didn't realize that there were other people around him.

Until, an unusually white hand appeared in front of his eyes.

After a pause, he finally raised his eyes, and his big, calm eyes met Mu Wan'an's.

Mu Wan'an smiled, and called him softly, "Xiao Si?"

Song Xiaosi still didn't respond, looking at her.

The smile on Mu Wan'an's face remained unchanged, she glanced at the candy wrapper in his hand, and asked, "Want some candy?"

Song Xiaosi was still speechless.

Mu Wan'an was not embarrassed, she took out a candy that was exactly the same as last time from her bag and handed it to him, placing it on his lips.

Song Xiaosi blinked his eyes, looked at her, then at the candy, opened his small mouth, and swallowed the candy.

The smell of milk filled the air, his eyes seemed to be shimmering, but he still didn't speak.

Seeing that he was willing to get along with her, Mu Wan'an breathed a sigh of relief, and then moved closer to him: "Xiao Si, are you hungry? Go have dinner with Auntie, okay?"

Seeing that he didn't move, Mu Wanan thought for a while and hugged him into her arms.

Song Xiaosi didn't struggle, Mu Wanan collected himself, got up, and was about to carry him out of the room.

The five-year-old child was neither too big nor too young, and it was a little difficult for Mu Wan'an to hold her.

When he reached the door, Song Bingjue, who had been waiting outside, wanted to take him over. As if he had noticed something, Song Xiaosi hugged Mu Wan'an's neck tightly, and called out in a low voice: "Mom..."