Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

The translation work assigned by the superior is not difficult, but it is very cumbersome. Even with the use of special software, Mu Wan'an has been busy all day and has no free time to rest.

When she got off work, she received a call from the landlord, and instantly felt that the sky was about to fall——

"Aunt Chen, why is it so sudden... You know, I just moved in not long ago..."

"Miss Mu, I can't help it. My son is getting married. We plan to sell the house. We will settle the house tomorrow. If Miss Mu can, I can pack up the ceremony at night and live in another place. I will return the deposit and rent to you..."

"But, I..."

Before finishing speaking, the landlord hung up the phone decisively.

Mu Wan'an's eyes were lost, and she couldn't believe that she was going to be on the street so soon.

Her mind was in a mess and she returned to the residence. After she packed her luggage and handed over to the landlord, she planned to find a hotel for the night.

Fortunately, Mrs. Song had advanced her salary in advance, denying that she might not even have the money to stay in a hotel outside.

She doesn't have much, just a suitcase.

Maybe because he felt that what he did was a little unethical, the landlord smiled guiltily and insisted on helping Mu Wan, but was rejected.

"Miss Mu, I really..."

"Aunt Chen, it's fine." The rent the other party gave her was already very cheap, and she was already grateful for the accommodation provided to her before.

Mu Wan'an was not ashamed of being kicked out.

Before leaving, I counted the keys and handed them to Aunt Chen.

Aunt Chen took it, but when Mu Wan'an was about to leave, she said, "Miss Mu, do you think you have offended someone recently?"

Mu Wan'an was taken aback: "What?"

Seeing the dazed look in her eyes, Aunt Chen paused for a moment, thinking that the man yesterday had a good temperament, and his vigorous and resolute manner was not like an ordinary person, so she didn't say anything, and shook her head.

……

After leaving the original house, Mu Wan'an stood at the gate of the community for a while, and then planned to take a taxi to a nearby hotel.

As a result, just as she was about to reach out to stop the car, a black Cayenne stopped beside her.

"President Song?" Mu Wan'an looked at the face exposed by the car window, slightly surprised.

Song Bingjue's eyes flickered, he looked at the suitcase at her feet, and asked very naturally: "I'm passing by, Miss Mu, what are you..."

Mu Wan'an just wanted to wonder, this place is far from the company, and it is also a shanty town, why did Song Bingjue pass by here when he came back, but when he heard the question behind him, he was embarrassed again.

She squeezed her sleeve hastily, and it was hard to say that she was kicked out by the landlord, and said with a smile: "I plan to move today, and I plan to stay out for a night."

The surrounding lights were chaotic, she was wearing a plain dress, her long hair was shawl, and her face was fair with the shadow of the lights, which was actually somewhat timeless.

Song Bingjue narrowed his eyes, listened to her brisk tone, got out of the car directly, and took the luggage in her hand.

Mu Wan'an was startled, and just as she was about to take it back, she heard the man say irresistibly: "Go and stay with me for a night first, it's too dangerous for you to be outside as a woman, if Xiaosi finds out, he will blame me."

He spoke calmly, Mu Wan'an stared blankly at his solemn profile, unable to distinguish the truth from the false for a moment.

She had a vague feeling that all of this... was too much of a coincidence.

Song Bingjue was watched, and his hands tightened.