Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

At first, I thought she was just infatuated for a while, but now, she was still thinking about shifting the responsibility to others, Xiaohui was very disappointed, she happened to see the boy who came in accompanied by the servant, he was stunned Staring blankly at the looping surveillance video, if there was still a trace of fluke mentality before, it is completely dead now.

"It seems that Miss Zhou Jing will not die until the Yellow River."

Faced with such a situation, Song Bingjue didn't seem too surprised. He raised his hand, and Uncle Li brought up a small object like a USB flash drive, and plugged it into the jack on the back of the TV.

The following video is a complete version extending from the corridor of the residence, outside the bathroom to the inside of the study. Not only Zhou Jing's expression is clearly seen, but even what she said can be recorded.

"I didn't want to take it too seriously at first, but Miss Zhou is persistent, and it seems that she is bound to win my house."

Under the admiring eyes of Xiaohui and the two boys, Song Bingjue held Mu Wanwan's hand beside him:

"If she hadn't repeatedly despised my wife and provoked the relationship between me and her, I wouldn't have made such a fuss."

"Then... Mr. Song, what do you mean?"

Asking tentatively, Officer Li also understood that this matter can be big or small, it all depends on whether Song Bingjue intends to pursue it.

"Students like this who only know how to make money, even if they become media professionals in the future, will only mislead the country and people. If you don't teach her some lessons, what should I do if I don't teach her some lessons and will bite like a mad dog in the future?"

He didn't mean to spare Zhou Jing lightly. Officer Li also knew how to deal with it. This matter must be investigated. He was relieved when he heard Song Bingjue say again:
"My lawyer will file a lawsuit in the near future, and I hope the police officer can do things faster."

Sue?

Police Officer Li trembled all over. He looked at Song Bingjue, who was still calm, but he didn't dare to intercede for Zhou Jing. After all, she was the one who made such a big mistake.

It's just that this girl's whole life will probably be accompanied by this stain...

He was feeling sorry, but Zhou Jing's face turned pale with fright, she muttered to herself in disbelief:

"How could this... sue?"

Not only did she not get what she wanted, but she also caused a lot of trouble. Zhou Jing couldn't accept such a result. She had clearly calculated everything!

"Officer, you must believe me! It's Song Bingjue who has his eyes on me! But I didn't expect Mu Wan'an to barge in at this time! It's all because of him to get rid of me..."

Speaking of the latter, even Zhou Jing herself didn't believe it. Looking around at the group of people sitting on the sofa, their faces were either contemptuous or disdainful, or they turned their heads away.

When she was isolated and helpless, she saw the distraught boy standing by the door, and immediately rushed forward as if she had grasped the last straw:
"Meng Zhe, you will believe me, right? Meng Zhe, you must believe me... Only you can save me now..."

The boy she called Meng Zhe just stood there with a pale face, his delicate face was full of disappointment, he looked at the girl he liked very much before, moved his lips, but there was nothing said, and finally just ripped her hands off herself:

"I'm so disappointed."

After finishing speaking, he bowed deeply in the direction of Song Bingjue and Mu Wan'an, and then left without looking back.

The last person who could help her left, Zhou Jing felt deep despair, she was limp on the ground, her heart was desolate.

After Zhou Jing's matter was settled, Mu Wan'an was in no mood to continue chatting with them, and Xiaohui and the others did the same, saying goodbye in a hurry.

Looking at the messy home, Mu Wan'an felt ashamed in her heart. She clearly wanted to resolve these matters satisfactorily, but she didn't expect that more troubles would arise instead.

"I am also responsible for what happened today..."

After thinking about it again and again, Mu Wan'an still apologized solemnly, with self-blame written all over her face:
"If I'm not so hasty, if I'm not so careless, nothing will happen."

"Ah."

Song Bingjue didn't comfort her, but just looked at her seriously, and she continued:

"I originally thought that I could solve the matter by my own strength, but it seems that I was too naive... But I will definitely pay more attention in the future."

Seeing her remorse, Song Bingjue couldn't help sighing. Originally, he wanted to take this opportunity to teach her a good lesson and let her know that people's hearts are complicated, but he didn't expect that seeing her like this, he felt distressed first. stand up.

"never mind……"

Even if your mind is simple, even if you cause trouble everywhere, I will still be in everything.

Song Bingjue didn't say anything more, but he still looked very guilty looking at Mu Wan'an, and couldn't bear to see her like this, so he lowered his eyes and said:
"If you're really guilty, cook me breakfast every day."

She has nothing to do during this time, and she cooks some food at home every day. One time, she prepared a box lunch for Xiao Si's spring outing, and he sneaked in and took a small bite...

"it is good!"

He took the initiative to make a request, and Mu Wan'an's eyes lit up suddenly: "A meal? Your request is too simple!"

She scratched her head, but still looked at him: "You must be very tired when you come back from work every day, do you want me to give you a squeeze?"

Unexpectedly, she would be so active, Song Bingjue frowned, looked at her seriously, and finally just responded softly:
"Since you said so, then I will wait to enjoy the blessing."

Smiling embarrassedly, Mu Wan'an felt less guilty.Thinking of Zhou Jing's transformation, she felt a little bit embarrassed. She didn't know if she was blind and couldn't see people clearly, or she was hiding too well and her heart was deep.

Since then, Mu Wan'an has started to get up early every day to prepare breakfast for the father and son. She doesn't know much, but she also learns and cooks from the chef, and the daily breakfast has a good appearance.

On the first day, she fried an egg fried rice with some appetizing side dishes.When she put the food on the table, Xiaosi had already got up, he ran to the dining table in his pajamas, tiptoed to the table, his round eyes rolled around:

"emmm..."

Compared with being silent for most of the time before, Stoudemire is now much more cheerful, but he is limited to making such vague monosyllables occasionally.

"This is egg fried rice, with diced carrots and shiitake mushrooms in it. I tasted it and found it to be pretty good. Xiao Si will definitely like it too."

Seeing his appearance, she could guess what he was thinking. She hugged him and kissed him on the face, feeling very satisfied.

"Cough-cough-"

As soon as Xiao Si let go, she heard Song Bingjue's cough, and he had already taken care of it.Today, he is wearing an Italian high-end custom-made black suit, the simplest and most common color, but it is endowed with a different charm because of the extremely elegant tailoring.Especially since he is tall and tall, it is very suitable to wear this kind of suit, and it also adds a sense of abstinence.

"Are you up? Eat quickly."

Mu Wan'an felt that she was still a little hasty. Wasn't the Song family's table full of food that morning?But when it happened to me, there were only three bowls of rice and two dishes of pickles.

"Let's just make do with it today."

She was also embarrassed, scratched her head in embarrassment, and then said:
"I'll cook something delicious for you tomorrow morning... I'll fill your stomachs first today..."

Song Bingjue didn't have any objections. He took a small mouthful of rice with a spoon, looked at the red and green vegetables inside, and sent it into his stomach without thinking.

I thought it would be terrible, but I didn't expect it to be surprisingly delicious.

He also tried the two plates of pickles that Mu Wan'an made temporarily, because he had never eaten them before, and they tasted very fresh and delicious.

"not bad."

Completely ignoring Uncle Li's surprised eyes, Song Bingjue picked up the handkerchief and wiped his mouth, very relieved:

"I didn't expect much at first, but today's first meal has such a level, which makes me look forward to tomorrow's breakfast."

After hearing what he said, Uncle Li felt relieved. Ever since Mr. Song sent him to take care of the young master, he discovered that the young master was not very keen on breakfast, and would often just grab a sandwich and leave.Before the wife came back, the breakfast at home was basically prepared for the young master...

"Thanks to Madam, the young master has eaten something today."

Uncle Li looked at the great hero with a smile, "Young master doesn't like breakfast, so I don't know how much effort I put into getting him something to eat... Madam will do the trick."

Uncle Li's words are really straightforward. Mu Wan'an is usually thin-skinned, but today even Song Bingjue couldn't hold back his face. He cleared his throat slightly:
"What? Is Uncle Li free to do something? Why are you still watching us eat?"

"Oh~ I forgot that I should go to have breakfast at this time, young master and madam, please talk slowly."

After finishing speaking, Uncle Li smiled and left as if he had discovered something extraordinary.

Originally blushing, Mu Wan'an saw that Uncle Li, who was always serious and serious, showed such an expression, so he simply buried his head in his meal and stopped looking at Song Bingjue.

"Eat some of that."

Seeing that she was just burying her head in pawing at the rice grains in the bowl, Song Bingjue quickly pushed the plate of pickles towards her:

"This tastes pretty good."

Seeing his father who was quite stupid, Xiaosi couldn't help but secretly gave him a contemptuous look, but seeing that he was tending to remove another plate of pickles, Song Xiaosi quickly held out The claws grabbed the plate of pickles, and then stared hard at the dad who was about to stretch out his claws.

"Why are you robbing the child?"

Seeing the large and small hands all resting on the plate of pickles, Mu Wan'an cast a reproachful glance at Song Bingjue, then pushed the pickles on his side to Xiaosi, and softly persuaded:

"Xiaosi, don't worry about it like your father, let's eat quickly."