Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

Mu Wan'an was still wearing last night's dress, and her face was a little more embarrassed. When the butler went upstairs and saw that she had woken up, she was stunned, and said quickly: "Miss Mu, the toiletries are in the bathroom, and the clothes If so, in the closet."

Mu Wan'an nodded, suppressed the doubts in her heart, and went back to the room to tidy herself up.

The clothes are brand new, but they have obviously been washed once, and there is a faint soapy smell, and the fabric, even Mu Wan'an is stupid, knows that the clothes are not cheap.

After washing, she walked out of the room, Song Xiaosi was no longer there, and when she went downstairs, she saw the little boy sitting at the dining table with a sumptuous breakfast on it.

She didn't see Song Bingjue.

She walked down the last step, and the housekeeper stepped forward with a smile: "Miss Mu, breakfast is ready..."

She didn't mean to stay for breakfast, and just about to ask where Song Bingjue was, the butler seemed to understand, and immediately said, "Sir, I went out for morning exercises, and I'll be back later..."

After finishing speaking, he paused, and said again: "The young master just poured a cup of soy milk for Miss Mu. Miss Mu must try it..."

These words directly blocked Mu Wan'an's refusal.

She looked at Song Xiaosi, saw that Xiaosi's face was flat, expressionless as always, but sitting alone in front of the huge dining table, and for some reason, she softened her heart.

"Okay." She said.

She sat next to Xiaosi, seeing that Xiaosi didn't move his chopsticks, she didn't move either.

The two of them sat together quietly, one big and one small, which only added a little warmth.

……

A few minutes later, Song Bingjue came back from his morning transport and saw them waiting for him at the dining table, with a trace of warmth in his eyes.

"Miss Mu." He took the towel handed over by the housekeeper and walked forward.

The man was wearing casual clothes, and he looked a little younger than his previous image, and the air-conditioning on his body was also reduced a little. Because of the sweat, the clothes were close to each other, outlining his muscular muscles, and his body exuded strong hormones.

The breath of masculinity is extremely strong.

Mu Wan'an smiled slightly: "Mr. Song, I..."

"I'm going to wash it, you wait a moment." Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by the man. Song Bingjue looked at the quiet Song Xiaosi and said, "If you are hungry, eat with Ms. Mu first, and I will eat it later. Come down."

Song Xiaosi seemed to hesitate for a moment, then picked up the chopsticks.

Seeing this, Song Bingjue showed a trace of satisfaction in his eyes, and rushed upstairs.

He washed quickly, and when he went downstairs, Song Xiaosi and Mu Wan'an just ate a deep-fried stick. He sat opposite them incomparably, and picked up the soy milk in front of him.

A meal is extremely harmonious.

Song Xiaosi was in a good mood, drank half a bowl of soy milk more than usual, and kept the corner of Guan Jiale's mouth grinning.

After dinner, Song Bingjue drove by himself and took Song Xiaosi to school.

Watching Song Xiaosi walk into the school, the car was on the road again, and it was Song's.

Only then did Mu Wan'an find the opportunity to ask: "Mr. Song, last night..."

"I don't have the habit of flipping through other people's things without authorization." Song Bingjue was expressionless.

This point is exactly the same as Song Xiaosi.

Mu Wan'an was speechless for a moment.

She accidentally fell asleep last night, and she was still in a deep sleep. Song Bingjue's explanation made sense, but why didn't he wake himself up?
"I……"

She paused, but she still didn't ask any questions: "Thank you."

In the next second, Song Bingjue responded and accepted it very naturally.

Seeing this, Mu Wan'an completely shut up.

But he didn't see the seemingly invisible curvature of the man's lips.

……

In order to avoid misunderstanding, the car stopped one street away from the company.

Mu Wan'an got out of the car, thanked her, didn't stop any longer, and rushed to the company with her bag.

Song Bingjue looked at her back with dark eyes.

But after a while, Han Xiu called: "President, the matter is settled..."

……

Not far away, a person watched Mu Wan'an get off Song Bingjue's car with gloomy eyes...