Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

Hearing his words, Han Xiu suddenly felt that the two pats on his shoulders just now carried an inexplicable warning. He didn't dare to distinguish, but just lowered his head:
"My subordinates know."

Italy.

The majestic Fort Corsica, where gold ornaments can be seen everywhere, usually maintains a calm and solemn state most of the time, but recently it has become particularly noisy because of the arrival of a mother and child.

Leon was wearing a gray uniform. He leaned on the sofa, listening to the various movements of the mother and child during the meal, his eyes were a little gloomy:
"Has no one taught them dining etiquette? It's really impolite and disgusting. Such a woman... Song Bingjue can talk about it?"

"Since this is the case, why not throw them out immediately? Excuse me, the presence of such people in our Fort Corsica really dishonors our reputation."

Wishing to throw this troublesome guy out quickly, his subordinates responded quickly, and he looked in the direction of the restaurant with a bit of disgust:
"If you keep this woman, those people don't know how to guess."

"Stay for a few more days... There are some things that I have to clarify with this woman."

A deep gloom flashed between his brows, Leon sighed, rubbed the center of his brows, and when he was about to say something, the mother and son who made such noise rushed over.

Before the oil on the child's mouth was cleaned, Chen Xinxue said impatiently:

"Lyon, it's like this. My son is not used to Western food. Can you find a Chinese chef? He's still growing up. If his nutrition can't keep up...I think you are Song Bingjue's good friend, This small request should satisfy us, right?"

Hearing her aggressive request, Leon's expression didn't change yet, but the subordinates on the side couldn't help it anymore, and he rolled his eyes:
"Please also recognize your own status! Sitting in front of you is the godfather of the entire Italian Mafia!"

"But he is also a friend of my husband Song Bingjue. As a friend, isn't it natural for him to help take care of his wife and children?"

Seeing Leon sitting there with an indifferent expression, Chen Xinxue was a little scared, but thinking of her identity, she continued to say confidently:

"If Mr. Lyon, you are not willing to help us, then let our mother and son leave. But...one day Song Bingjue asks, and I will tell you everything."

Never seen such a shameless person, Leon looked at the brazen woman in front of him, a sneer appeared on his lips:
"You can leave here now, please."

The subordinate standing beside him also had a sarcastic expression on his face, and he couldn't help but say triumphantly:

"Even if you have money, as long as you go out from here, who dares to take you away without permission? Don't always use Song Bingjue to talk about things. Now Song Bingjue already has a beautiful woman by his side. Your mother's Chen Group has completely gone bankrupt!"

Hearing this news, Chen Xinxue's eyes couldn't help but widen. It took her a while to fully digest the news:

"How is it possible... The Song family and the Chen family are related by marriage, why wouldn't he help the Chen family?"

"Not only did he fail to rescue him, he also directed the bankruptcy of the Chen family."

Seeing the shocked and affectionate expression on her face, the subordinate couldn't help showing a schadenfreude smile, and he continued to tell the cruel facts:
"Do you think you can become Mrs. Song smoothly after you go back? The woman who stays with Song Bingjue is more polite than you, better than your family background, and more in Song Bingjue's heart than you."

"...What about my sister Chen Xinrao? How is she doing now? She, as long as she is here, such a thing shouldn't happen..."

Muttering to herself in despair, Chen Xinxue's expression became more and more depressed, and her mood plummeted instantly:
"No, I still have a son... Song Xiaosi is not his biological son at all, Pingping is his son! This is my trump card!"

Kneeling down and hugging her son, Chen Xinxue trembled her lips, and she firmly looked at the master and servant not far away:

"As long as Pingping is still in my hands, Song Bingjue will not leave me alone!"

"Oh? Is that so?"

There was a playful smile on his lips, Leon had seen enough of this farce, he stood up from the sofa, took out a long sword from the Qing Dynasty porcelain vase next to him, stretched it out and hooked Chen Xinxue's chin, carefully After looking at this face, he opened his mouth:
"A face with too much loss of collagen, full of traces of dust and dissolute life... and for some unknown purpose, you took away the so-called 'natural son' of Song Bingjue. Do you think you can make him Has Song Bingjue changed his mind about you?"

Before she could speak, Leon gently moved his blade away, but it still left a bloodstain on her chin, causing her to scream.

"Shut up!"

That sharp, unpleasant voice almost drove Leon crazy, and he put the sword on her neck again:
"If you don't think about it, please give me some peace! If you take this child back now, the only one who can be accepted is this child!"

Seeing the killing intent revealed in the man's delicate and wanton eyebrows, Chen Xinxue realized that this sword was not just for scaring her.

Her voice couldn't help trembling:
"You, what do you want me to do?"

"It seems that you are not hopelessly stupid."

A little satisfied, Leon's sword loosened a little, and he said slowly:
"In the days to come, don't challenge my bottom line anymore. I will teach you what I should teach you. And—"

Speaking of this, Leon's green eyes completely cooled down, like a cold-blooded animal that was preying.

His speech is full of honorifics but there is not much real respect in it:
"Don't make noise here, understand?"

"Bingjue, where are you going?"

Today is Sunday. It stands to reason that neither of them should be working. Mu Wan'an looked at him with some concern:
"You've been in a hurry these days, is something wrong?"

"There are some things in the company that I need to take a look at. Don't worry, there's nothing wrong."

Song Bingjue who stopped at the door smiled at her, his tone was gentle:

"Even if the company goes bankrupt, don't you still support me?"

"Don't say such unlucky words."

At this time, he could still joke with himself, Mu Wan'an breathed a sigh of relief, she watched him leave the house, still feeling a little disappointed.

"..."

Xiao Si, who was drawing on the ground, tugged at the hem of her clothes, Mu Wan'an's expression gradually softened, and she touched Xiao Si's head:

"It's okay, I'm just feeling a little tired."

The child in front of her can always sense her subtle mood changes. Mu Wan'an looked at his delicate jade-like face and showed a smile:
"Looking at Xiao Si, I often have an illusion that I am your biological mother... Recently, I keep dreaming about being pregnant. It's really ridiculous."

Hearing her words, Xiaosi tilted his head and thought for a while, then wrote on the paper:
"You are my mother, Wanwan, do you want to leave me?"

Seeing his words, Mu Wan'an couldn't help laughing, she hugged Xiao Si from the ground, and pinched his face again:

"The little brother who played with you last time is also your brother now. Let's video chat with Uncle Shen and little brother later, shall we?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the doorbell rang, and the housekeeper who was watching hurried over to open the door. Ning Weiwei's delicate but exhausted face appeared at the door:

"Good night, I'm so presumptuous to come here, I wonder if I've disturbed you?"

"Ning Weiwei? Why are you here?"

Seeing her, Mu Wan'an was indeed a little surprised, but she couldn't help but feel relieved when she thought that Li Nian's grandfather's house was also in Yulong Bay:
"Are you here to visit the senior's grandfather? You are a guest, please come in and sit down."

Saying that, Mu Wan'an put Xiaosi on the ground, motioned him to play by himself, and then poured her a cup of tea himself:

"This is Lushan Yunwu, I don't know if you like it or not."

Holding the tea in her hand, Ning looked at the decoration of the villa slightly, and when she met Mu Wan'an's suspicious gaze, she smiled bitterly as if she had just woken up from a dream:
"Actually, there's nothing wrong... Li Nian refuses to see me. I just got rejected and have nowhere to go, so I can only come here to find you."

"Senior... The senior should have let me go. You just need to seize the opportunity now. But if he really refuses to marry you, I don't think you should hang yourself on a tree all the time."

Sighing, Mu Wan'an felt that she should stop talking on this kind of issue:
"Compared to Li Nian, what you should consider is your own future."

"If I could let it go, I would have let it go."

Shaking her head, stroking the hot teacup in her hand one after another, Ning Weiwei's brows are always shrouded in a layer of thrilling sadness:

"The child is growing up in my stomach day by day, and I don't want to kill this child just like that."

Glancing at the decorative oil painting on the nearby wall, which depicts the Virgin and Child, Ning slightly cast his eyes down, and then pretended to be careless and said:

"I heard that you were married before. Have you ever had a child? I want to keep this child, but I am afraid that it will be too painful during delivery. Can you tell me how it feels?"

"Why do you think so?"

Smiling and shaking her head, Mu Wan'an didn't delve into the other meanings of her words, she sighed:

"I have never had a child. Thinking about it now, I was lucky that I didn't have a child at that time. Otherwise, I would never be able to disconnect from the Xu family for the rest of my life."

"is it?"

Hearing her negative answer, Ning Weiwei's heart beat wildly, and a faint smile gradually appeared on her face:

"I see."