Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

Song Bingjue's hand froze, and then withdrew it.

Mu Wan'an smiled awkwardly: "Let me hug him."

Under the light, her face was fair and her eyes were shining. Song Bingjue squinted, gave a soft "um", looked away, and then said "thank you".

I don't know if it's because of the natural harmony of the aura, as long as Mu Wan'an is around, Song Xiaosi will always be very obedient and quiet.

The meal was eaten quietly and orderly, Mu Wan'an stayed with Song Xiaosi until he fell asleep under the expectation of the housekeeper, and then left.

Before leaving, the butler was still smiling, his wrinkled face was like a chrysanthemum: "Miss Mu, you are really a good person."

Mu Wan has a good meal.

nice guyShe is a good person, but she still suffered retribution. She got cancer and didn't live long. She would rather be a bad person.

Smiling, a hint of sarcasm flashed across his eyes.

It was getting late, and Mu Wan'an did not refuse Song Bingjue's farewell.

All the way silent, the scenery outside the window is like ink.

The atmosphere was rare and quiet, not as embarrassing as imagined.

On the way, Mu Wan'an suddenly thought of a question: "Mr. Song, if I remember correctly, have you... drank alcohol today?"

Song Bingjue paused while holding the steering wheel, looked ahead, his face remained unchanged, and said coldly, "I can drink well, don't worry."

In fact, he had only had one cocktail tonight.

Immediately, he paused again: "Besides, I drank the hangover soup just now, and the alcohol has subsided..."

Hearing this, Mu Wan'an didn't suspect him, so she nodded, but didn't ask any more questions.

However, for some reason, when she thought of the scene in the restaurant today, a strange feeling flashed in her heart.

Why... She actually had the illusion that he wasn't drunk at all at that time?
Thinking of this, she immediately shook her head, feeling that she was thinking too much.

……

Because of financial constraints, the community that Mu Wan'an rented was not a good one. It was an old town that had been built for more than ten years.

Stopping at the entrance of the community, Mu Wan'an went downstairs. Before she could say goodbye, Song Bingjue took the lead and said, "Miss Mu, if possible, I would like to invite you to take care of Xiaosi."

His voice paused, and then, as if afraid of her rejection, he said deliberately: "It won't affect your work, and the salary will be paid separately."

His eyes flickered lightly, under the night, they looked deep from the outside, as if they wanted to attract people.

I have to say, this is a very attractive man.

Mu Wan'an inexplicably thought of the way a drunk man looked at her in the restaurant...

Her heart was hot, but she quickly came back to her senses and refused embarrassingly: "No need."

She has a crush on Xiao Si, but her current situation does not actually support her to take care of Xiao Si.

After thinking about it, she was afraid that the other party might misunderstand, and she explained: "Mr. Song, my current situation...is inconvenient. If there is a chance, I will visit him."

Seeing that she didn't refuse too thoroughly, Song Bingjue paused, but didn't insist too much. He didn't look away until he saw her disappear into acting.

……

Half an hour later, the car slowly drove into the villa.

Song Bingjue returned to the hall, and before turning on the lights, he saw a small black shadow standing at the stairs.

He paused, turned on the light, and saw that Song Xiaosi woke up at some point, staring at the door with his jet-black eyes.

As if he was used to it, he walked straight over and held the child in his arms familiarly.

Song Xiaosi remained motionless, staying in his arms, looking at the door.

As if he understood what the child was thinking, Song Bingjue touched his head and asked, "You like it so much?"

Song Xiaosi came back to his senses, looked at him calmly, pursed his small lips.

"She will be with us in the future." Song Bingjue made a promise with a light in his eyes.

Hearing this, Song Xiaosi blinked his eyes, then closed them, leaned his little head on his shoulder, and fell asleep.

Whispering in the dream, he softly called "Mom..."

Seeing this, Song Bingjue's eyes softened, and he carried him upstairs.

……

this end.

Back home, before going to bed, Mu Wan'an checked her mailbox habitually, unexpectedly, she saw a wedding invitation.

On the red front page, Xu Shuo's two large characters stand out from the outside.