Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

The expression on the man's face was extremely relaxed. He drank the water she poured and started to work.

This work, after all, forget me.

……

When Song Bingjue came back to his senses, it was almost evening.

The dusk outside the window is scattered on the floor through the floor-to-ceiling windows, like old yellowed photos.

On the sofa next to her, Mu Wan'an was curled up in it, already fast asleep.

She waited for a long time, but she couldn't resist the drowsiness, fell asleep, and the contract in her hand fell silently to the ground.

Before going to bed, she didn't forget to cover herself with a blanket.

Song Bingjue curled his lips slightly, stepped forward, picked up the materials on the ground, and when he saw the words on them, the corners of his lips that were slightly raised instantly pulled down.

He held the contract and sat beside her, his eyes were deep from the outside.

The sofa sank slightly, Mu Wan'an murmured a few times in her dream, and subconsciously leaned against the heat source.

Her face was flushed from sleeping, and her fine hair stuck to her cheeks, tickling the corners of her eyes.

Like a kitten, she rubbed against the blanket and moved a little closer, her head resting on his lap.

Song Bingjue lowered his eyes, brushed her cheek lightly with his hand, and pulled the broken hair out of her cheek.But the fingertips did not pull away, lingering on her face.

Xu Shi hasn't put on makeup in the past three years, and her life is too regular. There are no superfluous marks on her face, and her skin is as white as a piece of white jade, tender and tender, making people linger on.

He lowered his head, couldn't help rubbing the tip of his nose against hers, and breathed lingeringly from the outside.

After a full 10 minutes, Mu Wan'an frowned, finally pulled away from the dream, and suddenly opened her eyes.

When the water eyes opened, his shadow was reflected in the amber eyes.

At that moment, there was a lingering feeling from the outside.

Song Bingjue paused, but did not leave immediately.

For a while, the atmosphere was quiet.

Mu Wan'an stared blankly, looking at Chi Chi's face, unable to recover for a long time.

It wasn't until Song Bingjue straightened up expressionlessly that she woke up, and hurriedly stood up: "Mr. Song..."

She looked annoyed, and stroked her messy hair, a little embarrassed.

"I……"

"Miss Mu, you really like to treat yourself as an outsider." Song Bingjue opened his lips, and put the contract on the side coffee table.

The contract is very detailed.

It was too detailed, and he was a little annoyed.

The rules and regulations are so clearly divided, hehe, she is really self-conscious.

Mu Wan had a meal. She couldn't figure out the meaning of his words, but she could still feel his displeasure.

"President Song?"

"Since I asked you to take care of Xiao Si, I just hope to give Xiao Si a good family atmosphere." He stopped his voice and turned to look at her: "But if Miss Mu always treats herself as an outsider, Xiao Si What would you think?"

Mu Wan'an was at a loss for words, but quickly reacted, and explained: "I will do the work that needs to be done, but I think that in order to avoid future conflicts, some things should be prepared."

She has straightened up from the sofa, and the blanket on her body has been neatly folded and placed in the original place.

"What's more, Mr. Song, you are a businessman, you understand this best, don't you?"

She didn't quite understand, why was the other party unhappy when she offered to propose a plan?

Or, on the issue of Stoudemire, he will always be more conniving?

She thought naively.

"And, since I promised to stay, I will be responsible."

Song Bingjue let out a nonchalant "hmmm", then got up, picked up the contract on the coffee table and put it into the grinder: "I'll ask Han Xiu to draw up a new contract later."

Almost none of the contracts she drew up were in her favor. He didn't know whether it was better to call her stupid or stupid.

The contract she made was denied, and Mu Wan'an showed embarrassment. She was about to get up and was about to leave when she heard Song Bingjue say, "Since we will live together under the same roof in the future, Ms. Mu doesn't need to call me Mr. Song in the future. It's better to call me another name."

Mu Wan'an hesitated, she didn't intend to have too much involvement with Song Bingjue, but since they wanted to get along for a long time, his proposal was correct.

"Then..." She said in a low voice, with some tentativeness: "Bing... Jue?"

As the words fell, Song Bingjue finally had a trace of joy on his face. He smiled softly, and his low-pitched laughter made the air a little hotter.

Mu Wan'an's ears were red from the laughter, and just as she was about to push the door to leave, she heard a man's voice behind her——

"Wanwan, you are fine."

The man's voice was unbelievably hoarse, but it was like a low violin that made her eardrums tremble.

Seductive from the outside.

Mu Wan'an didn't know how to react, she just felt that her face was hot, her hands on the door trembled, then she quickly pushed away, and left in a hurry.

seductive.

Does Mr. Song know that he is invisibly seductive?

She walked fast.

……

"Pa—" the door was closed.

In the study, silence was restored again.

Song Bingjue looked at the closed door and let out a light laugh.

Thinking of her flushed face just now, she just felt that her good mood could last a whole day.

……

After dinner, it's time for a walk.

On weekdays, either the housekeeper took Xiaosi to take a walk in the garden outside, or Song Bingjue, but obviously Song Bingjue was not free, and today was the first day she stayed, Mu Wan'an took the initiative to stop the job.

The housekeeper laughed and trembled.

Maybe because of Song Bingjue's temper, Xiaosi's dressing style is less childlike, with delicate leather shoes on his feet, and a set of children's suits and leather shoes on his body. Although it looks cute, it lacks the liveliness of his peers. A little more restrained.

While changing shoes at the entrance, Mu Wan'an was thinking about buying some cute clothes for Xiaosi someday.

She held Xiao Si's hand and was about to go out when Song Bingjue, who had already returned to the study, appeared behind her.

Mu Wan'an showed surprise: "Song..."

Just about to habitually call "President Song", but soon, she changed to: "Bingjue?"

Song Bingjue pursed his lips, looked down at Song Xiaosi, expressionless: "I'm going for a walk too."

Hearing this, Song Xiaosi blinked, and grabbed Mu Wan'an's hand a little tighter.

There is a kind of wariness that my father wants to rob someone with him.

Mu Wan'an couldn't detect it, she nodded, and pulled Xiao Si aside, waiting for him to change his shoes.

……

The Song family is located in a well-known villa area in City A, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the environment is quite good.

Mu Wan'an is holding Xiao Si on the right, and Song Bingjue is on the left.

After dinner, it was dark and the street lights were turned on.

On the ground, the shadows of the three people merged together, harmonious from the outside.

Looking from a distance, it is a pleasing family.

Mu Wan'an didn't plan to take a long walk. After strolling in the garden for a while, she planned to go back.

People who live in the villa area are either rich or expensive, and they are in the same circle, and they know each other more or less.

There are also people who live here after retirement.

The old man sitting under the tree to enjoy the shade looked at Xiao Si, then at the woman holding Xiao Si and Song Bingjue, raised his gray eyebrows slightly, and greeted with a smile: "Xiao Song."

He waved at Song Bingjue.

Song Bingjue raised his eyes, glanced at Mu Wan'an and Xiao Si beside him, rubbed Xiao Si's head, and let them follow together.

Mu Wan'an didn't think much about it. Although she didn't know her, she still led Xiaosi and walked over.

"Old Li." Song Bingjue greeted him, seeing that the old man was alone, he asked, "Is grandson back?"

Mr. Li's son passed away the year before last, but fortunately he left behind an outstanding grandson who studied abroad in recent years and returned to China recently.

Mr. Li nodded with a smile, looked at Xiao Si full of joy, and said a few words to Xiao Si, then his eyes wandered on Mu Wan'an's face, and asked: "Name?"

Mu Wan'an was stunned for a moment before meeting someone who started asking questions, and subconsciously replied, "Mu Wan'an."

"age?"

"...25."

"Profession?"

"Translation." Mu Wan settled down, and then seriously added: "Part-time nanny?"

She stayed to take care of Xiaosi, which was also a kind of nanny.

Hearing this, the old man couldn't help but smiled, but felt that Mu Wan'an's part-time job was a bit interesting. Seeing her clear and calm eyes, he nodded in satisfaction and said to Song Bingjue, "Not bad."

Mr. Li also grew up watching Song Bingjue. After the death of Song Bingjue's parents, it was the first time he saw him bring a woman home.

The old man is very scheming, and he can't see anything.

Mu Wan'an didn't know what the old man meant by "not bad", so she smiled gently, and then looked at Song Bingjue in confusion.

But Song Bingjue pursed his lips and smiled, his tone was quite meaningful: "That's natural."

After chatting with the old man for a while, the servant who took care of the old man all the year round came to look for him, and Song Bingjue left with one big and one small.

On the way, Song Bingjue said, "Mr. Li used to be in the army, and he watched me grow up, so he is more sensitive to strangers. Don't mind."

When ordinary people come up, it's like checking their household registration, which is somewhat offensive.

"No." Mu Wan'an shook her head, but she didn't think the old man was too much, but felt that when she was leaving, the old man looked at her strangely.

However, she couldn't tell.

That look... It's like the look in the eyes of grandson's daughter-in-law.

She was a little embarrassed.

……

The weekend flies by.

Mu Wan'an insisted on going to the company by herself, Song Bingjue didn't object, but still asked the housekeeper to send her a car.

Mu Wan'an didn't want it, and went to work by bus.

The previous project was close to the final stage, and all the materials needed to be reviewed as a whole, but when Mu Wan'an turned on the computer and sorted out all his files, his face suddenly changed.

She is responsible for the translation of the middle part of the process. Although it is not the key part, if there is a mistake in the middle part, the translation work of the entire project will be interrupted.

Her face was pale.

When the team leader came to check the progress, she didn't move for a long time.

It wasn't until she was the only one left without explaining, that she slowly stood up from the chair and said, "Team leader."

She spoke shyly, with sweat in her hands, holding back her composure, and said word by word: "Leader, there are hackers or spies in the company."

"My information is gone."