Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

"I also thought that Mr. Song is not a person who likes to peep into other people's privacy."

No matter what happened between her and Xu Shuo, Song Bingjue had no right to dictate.

It's as if she never asked about Song Bingjue's personal affairs.

Song Bingjue's actions made her feel that she had crossed the line.

Sensing her displeasure, Song Bingjue paused, realizing that he had overstepped his rules just now.

He paused with his hands on his knees, and a trace of annoyance flashed through his black eyes.

"Sorry." He said these two words softly, and then closed his mouth.

Mu Wan'an also stopped making a sound, regained her composure and concentrated on the auction site.

……

Those who came to the charity dinner would take something away more or less in order to gain fame, and Song Bingjue was no exception.

After an auction, he bought several famous paintings and a set of emerald ornaments from the Qing Dynasty.

By the end of the dinner, it was almost midnight.

Mu Wan'an has always had a steady schedule, so she can't help feeling a little tired.

Not long after getting in the car, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

There was no one on the road, and the Song family's driver drove extremely steadily.

Mu Wan'an's head slowly fell to one side, but it still didn't fall on his shoulder.

Song Bingjue looked at her sideways, watching her under the light, with light makeup on her face and bright red lips, and a trace of tenderness in her eyes.

He stretched out his hand and gently covered Mu Wan'an's ear. In this way, Mu Wan'an's head fell firmly on his shoulder, and his breathing became more soothing and shallow because of the comfortable posture.

Seeing this, the man turned off the interior lights in the back seat, and everything fell into darkness, as if it was a harmony that no one could peep at.

It wasn't until the car stopped at a traffic light intersection that the driver in front, Old Chen, asked cautiously, "Sir, we are now..."

The husband said before that he would send Miss Mu back, and Miss Mu agreed, but until now, no one has told him the address of Miss Mu's home...

"Go back." Before he finished speaking, Song Bingjue made a decisive decision.

Hearing this, Lao Chen concealed the surprise in his eyes, and started the car when the green light turned on.

……

All the way in silence.

Mu Wan'an fell into a deep sleep, and was carried upstairs by Song Bingjue.

At the top of the stairs, Song Xiaosi was waiting for him as usual, and saw a woman in his arms, with his mouth tightly pursed.

After seeing clearly who the woman was, his lips slowly loosened again.

He didn't speak, and followed Song Bingjue silently until he stopped at the door of the guest room.

When Song Bingjue sent Mu Wan'an into the room, he was still standing at the door.

Song Bingjue touched his head, then picked him up.

Song Xiaosi wrapped his arms around his neck, holding two pieces of candy wrappers in his hands, Song Bingjue pursed his lips, carried him back to the room, and told him when Song Xiaosi closed his eyes and fell asleep, "Tomorrow, let's have breakfast together."

Together, he and he, and her.

……

A good night's sleep.

The next morning.

When Mu Wanan woke up, it was only 06:30.

Zhong was stunned for a while, looking at the strange things around her, she got off the bed with bare feet in a trance, and when she opened the door and walked out, she heard a "squeak—" In the next room, Song Xiaosi happened to come from the bed. Come out of the room.

She paused, and when she realized that this was the Song family, she was taken aback again.

"Morning, Xiaosi." She regained her senses and smiled slightly, but she still didn't recover from the situation in front of her.

Song Xiaosi looked up at her, big black eyes, clear from the outside.

The two fell silent for a while.