Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

After getting up in the morning, Song Bingjue ran for half an hour as usual. When he returned to Song's house, he didn't expect that one big and one small were already sitting upright at the dining table.

"morning."

He said hello, Mu Wan'an also raised his head, and said hello in a neutral manner.

Seeing her attitude, Song Bingjue couldn't help raising his eyebrows. He could clearly feel that her attitude had changed, and she was much colder than yesterday.

Just one night... What happened to her?
Looking at Xiao Si who was eating eggs unconsciously, Song Bingjue gave him a few winks, but he pretended not to see it.

It seemed that this stinky boy was hopeless, so Song Bingjue decided to do it himself. He took a sip of milk and frowned pretending to be unwell:
"Wanwan, is there something wrong with today's milk?"

"milk?"

Although when she got up this morning, she had made up her mind to stick to her heart and adhere to the principle of not saying a word to this person. Mu Wan'an took a sip of milk and found nothing unusual:
"It's nothing...you try again."

Seeing her cold reaction, he felt a little frustrated in his heart, but he still took another sip of the milk on his face, and said nonchalantly:

"There's nothing wrong with it, it's just that my sense of taste went wrong for a while."

Today is Sunday, and there are no plans for the time being. She is sitting on the sofa with a book, flipping through it, and paying attention to Siu Si, who is sitting on the ground playing with building blocks.

The sofa beside her suddenly sank, she turned her head to look at the man sitting next to her, and after a few hesitation, she still asked:

"You... don't you have to deal with the company's affairs today?"

"Ah."

He sat down beside her relaxedly, with a book on his lap, and looked at her with a brisk smile in his eyes:
"It's been a long time since I had a good weekend. I used to be entangled in such and such things in the company. I suddenly felt that it's good to be with my family so easily..."

The soft light in his eyes seemed to be a pot of strong wine. She just glanced at it carefully and felt that she might be getting drunk. She moved her head away with a bit of self-deception, and her tone was deliberately pretending to be indifferent:
"Indeed. As a father, if you can spend more time with Xiaosi, I think he will be very happy."

Her words left her completely, as if she wanted to stay out of the matter, Song Bingjue's eyes sank, and he said inexplicably:

"I used to be with Stoudemire, and every day was the same. Whether it was a weekend or a weekday, there was no difference."

What he meant was that after she came, life would be meaningful to him.

Unexpectedly, she was ungrateful from the beginning to the end, and she didn't even raise her eyes, just looked down at the book she was holding indifferently:

"Oh? Is that so?"

Seeing her so indifferent, Song Bingjue felt unspeakable depression and loss in his heart, and the gentleness when facing her faded from his face, and he returned to his usual aloofness in the company, "You have nothing else to say to me?"

"Is there anything else we can say between us?"

Mu Wan'an could vaguely understand the meaning in his words, but she avoided it like an ostrich. She kept her eyebrows and eyes closed, not letting any emotion show, "If you have something to say, just say it. I No problem."

Listen!

Listen to her words of staying out of the way!

Song Bingjue almost twisted his nose, his calm eyes reflected a little indifference:
"you sure?"

Glancing at Siu Si who was seriously playing with building blocks, she couldn't help being a little shaken, after all, it was something in the adult world.She didn't want him to be hurt.

"Then...see you later in the study."

After receiving her answer, Song Bingjue nodded in satisfaction. As long as she came to find him, everything...is still under his control.

After coaxing Xiaosi to sleep at noon, Mu Wan'an sat on the sofa in the study with a little uneasiness.

It is said that a person's study can best reflect his taste and character.Song Bingjue's study room is just like him. Apart from aloofness, it also has luxury and nobility that cannot be ignored. The curtains are made of dark green dour silk, the unpretentious pineapple wood table and the wood grain cotton linen. The fabric of the sofa comes into its own.

The owner of the study room sat upright behind the desk, without raising her head from the beginning to the end, but just said "You're here" indifferently when she sat down on the sofa.

After such a long silence, she was a little at a loss, so she took the initiative to speak:
"About me getting along with you... I thought about it for a long time. It was a little too intimate before. This is not good. After all, you are... I am a newly divorced woman, and I may unconsciously feel I feel dependent on you. I think it's my fault."

"Your mistake?"

When she opened her mouth, he stopped what he was busy with.He was at a loss, he didn't understand what she meant, and he didn't want to change the current way of getting along.

"I don't know what you mean, but I don't want to change everything right now."

Seeing his serious expression, Mu Wan'an could hardly control herself, and agreed to everything he proposed.But when she thought of Chen Xinxue's cold expression when she inadvertently mentioned it last night, she felt that she was going to be the same as a clown. Once her naked intentions were discovered by herself, she would feel ashamed.

She pinched her own palm, tried her best to keep herself rational, and pretended to be relaxed and said:
"Although we are singing a play in front of the children, if the fake play has been sung for a long time, it is inevitable that some fake plays will be real... I don't want to get caught up by myself, so I think we still have to keep a distance."

"Then what if, I think?"

Song Bingjue stood up from the chair and approached her quietly. He looked at her porcelain-white face from a height. She was far from as confident as when she was speaking, and her eyelashes were trembling uncomfortably. She seemed extremely nervous.

"You, what did you say..."

I didn't expect him to react like this, Mu Wan'an's tongue became bigger and he said he thought, what did he think?Is it because he doesn't want to get involved, or does he want to make a fake show for real?
Seeing her raising her head and glancing at him in a panic, and then quickly lowering her head again, Song Bingjue sighed in his heart, she was so self-deceiving, he had to be more direct:
"Mu Wanan, I want to know what you are afraid of."

At the same time, he held her shoulders, forcing her to raise her head and look directly into his eyes. He looked at her seriously, not letting go of any expression on her face.

"I'm not, I'm not afraid of anything..."

His gaze was as real as it was, and she lowered her eyelashes guiltily to avoid him, preventing him from seeing the emotion in her eyes, "And... what I said was the truth."

"You said you were not afraid...but why didn't you dare to look at me?"

He pressed on step by step, seeing her evasive expression, the strength of holding her shoulder became stronger and stronger:

"Be good, tell me—"

Mu Wan'an was distraught, and was hurt by his force again. She simply waved his hand aside, and walked quickly to the window, taking advantage of the cold scenery outside the window to ease her heartbeat.

What is she going to tell him?
Tell him that his heart is messed up?
Was she addicted at the very beginning of this five-year deal?
Tell him... that he would be unhappy because of his attitude towards his ex-wife?

No no no, this is not her.She couldn't allow herself to lose her mind like this.

Chen Xinxue was his son's biological mother and his beloved late wife.

And she is just a purchased existence that fits the imagination of Xiao Si's "mother".

Thinking about it this way, her chest, which had been bullying because of too much thinking, calmed down. After she calmed down, she was about to turn around and explain to him, but the next second, she was pulled into his arms and kissed him heavily.

How can he? !
She widened her eyes and looked at this man who was close at hand. His eyes were deep, as if he couldn't be more calm, but his movements were extremely fierce. Every move seemed to want to tear her apart.

He wrapped his arms around her waist with one hand, and pressed her head with the other, pressing her towards him continuously. As long as she struggled in the slightest, more intense kisses and kisses greeted her. A stronger embrace.

After several refusals to no avail, she simply stopped struggling, and just let him hold her, his lips and tongue acted recklessly in her mouth, with a strong lust, she simply couldn't avoid it.

She finally calmed down, Song Bingjue slowly relaxed his grip on her, and the plunder on his lips and tongue turned into a gentle kiss, which gave her an illusion—as if she was his lost and recovered treasure, and he cherished her Caring for her, cherishing her...

As soon as the kiss was over, he hugged the little girl whose legs and feet were a little weak to the sofa, and the tall man squatted in front of her, unexpectedly at eye level with her.Looking at her moist eyes and bright red cheeks, he couldn't help but smile:
"That's what I want to do. Do you understand?"

"I, naturally understand."

After calming down her breathing a bit, Mu Wan'an looked at him with still watery eyes, but what she said were extremely ruthless and cold words:
"In Mr. Song's world, it's common for men to have sex with women. But when I think about it, I'm probably too naive. For adults, sex is at most a toy... isn't it?"

Song Bingjue, who was still immersed in the sweetness of the two just now, seemed to be poured from head to toe by a bucket of ice water, which wiped out all his tenderness and sweetness, and his piercing eyes darkened inch by inch. , so that people who read it feel that even the stars are dimmed.

He sneered, "Toys? Mu Wan'an, you are too open-minded."

"Is it not?"

Even though he is very frightening at the moment, Mu Wan'an still continued without fear of death:

"Even if Song is always a clean person on the surface, but according to your performance just now... who knows what's going on with you in private?"