Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

"casual."

Shaking her head to indicate that she didn't care, Mu Wan'an said lightly:
"Things that can be easily snatched away by others are not really mine."

"You're still too young."

Can't help but smile, Cheng Wuyou wanted to say something more, but when he saw someone walking slowly from somewhere, he said:
"Even if you don't care about it yourself, Song Bingjue will never let go of your hand easily. For a domineering person like him, only he is willing or not, and no one else can refuse."

"is it?"

Noncommittal, Mu Wan'an followed Cheng Wuyou's eyes and met Song Bingjue's eyes.

There is still a distance between the two of them. The Cheng family's garden is very interesting. Because of the designer's ingenuity, all kinds of precious plants are arranged in a random order. It seems that the distance is very close, but when you walk over, it is very difficult. It takes a long distance, and outsiders feel like a maze when they are in it.

Mu Wan'an watched him walking towards this side, she didn't have the intention of getting up to greet him, she still sat lazily in the same place, with a more dull expression on her face than when she was talking to Cheng Wuyou just now.

Song Bingjue sat down on another empty chair very naturally. He looked at the half-used scented tea and bird's nest, "It seems that before I came, you two had a good chat. What are you talking about?"

No one answered him for a while, Cheng Wuyou wanted them to have a good chat, but Mu Wan'an didn't respond, she could only get up after a few seconds of silence and said:
"It's just an ordinary chat. Since you are here, I should give up this place to you."

Mu Wan'an didn't want to be alone with him, and was about to call Cheng Wuyou to stop, but she put on her own glasses, and returned to the dull and silent image of the past:
"I'm going first, you guys talk slowly."

But she left happily without looking back... Mu Wan'an withdrew her gaze and looked at Song Bingjue:

"It's hard for you to find this place so quickly. But I have to say, this is not my intention. I don't know how they know."

Her first sentence was to explain to herself, and Song Bingjue was also unexpected. He looked at her intently, and his voice was also full of formula:
"I know, I will investigate this matter clearly."

"How is Shen Yu?"

Since he appeared in front of her, Mu Wan'an also happened to ask about Shen Yu's situation, she frowned and said:
"Has he gone abroad?"

"This is exactly the purpose of my coming to England. The last place where Shen Yu was seen was a villa in Xie Ning. Ms. Lin had seen him before. But now... his whereabouts are unknown."

Speaking of this matter, Song Bingjue's brows and eyes were a little dignified, and he said lightly:

"You should know that if he disappeared quietly in the mainland, this is the most doubtful place, which basically confirms his identity. However, what I am most interested in is how he appeared in the Near Xie Ning's suburban villa?"

As he said that, he cast an inquiring look at her, "If it's just a coincidence...it's too coincidental."

"It's just a road I paved for him. Why, do you have any opinion on this?"

He actually asked this point, Mu Wan'an felt a guilty conscience, but her face was still calm:
"Rather than paving the way, it's better to say that you don't trust me at all, right?"

On the flight to England, he recalled this and felt more and more suspicious, but everything was speculation... Until this moment, he confirmed that she really didn't believe him.

"Even in the most intimate relationship, you should keep your secrets from each other - I thought you should know this truth better than me."

When he questioned like this, Mu Wan'an didn't have a guilty conscience, but when she thought of her relationship with him, she felt relieved:
"What's more, we were just acting, why should we be so serious?"

……

Not far away, the woman hiding behind the dense flower trellis heard these words and immediately covered her mouth in shock. She looked at the two sitting together but seemed to be very far away. She never thought that the so-called The great affection and deep affection turned out to be fake!

This matter has to be discussed in the long run... Her eyes flickered slightly, and then she left here.

Because of Mr. Cheng's deliberate actions, the servants at home were not very enthusiastic about Song Bingjue, and the people below were all looking after the dishes. Since Song Bingjue did not please the old man, it meant that the marriage was pending.

Therefore, although food, clothing and supplies are available on weekdays, his attitude has a layer of indifference; in addition, the villa he lives in is far away from the main residential area, so he didn't notice the cold treatment he received for a while.

It's not that Cheng Wujiu likes to come here, she doesn't seem to notice that her family doesn't like Song Bingjue, and often hangs around Song Bingjue's villa.

She was walking carelessly in the garden, looking at the closed villa from the corner of her eyes from time to time, and the servant beside her whispered:

"Mr. Song has such a good temper. I don't think the fruits they bring are the freshest. Sometimes the food they bring is only lukewarm. He's not angry."

At this time, the two servants who came to deliver the fruit just happened to come over from another gravel path. They were whispering, their expressions were furtive, and they were so absorbed in the conversation that they didn't even notice that there were other people around them.

Cheng Wujiu couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart, quietly followed them, and heard them say:
"...The old man really treats Miss Wuxia as his heart and soul. I heard from the people who serve the old man that the old man wants to take her to visit Prince George!"

"That's not true! After searching for so many years and looking forward to it for so many years... We came in late, and I heard from those old people that Miss Wuxia looks very similar to Miss Wen, can this not hurt!"

"When she came, she suppressed Miss Wujiu, but I heard that although she didn't have a good life, she had a high degree of education and a good temper. If I were an old man, I would like it too!"

Hearing this, Cheng Wujiu's expression froze immediately, but she continued to listen patiently, she wanted to know how this group of people organized themselves:
"Miss Wujiu can't compare to Miss Wuxia! You didn't see Mr. Song when he first came here! Miss Wujiu's eyes are fixed on Mr. Song! I'm so old, I don't have the face to look !"

After a few clicks, the servant said gossip again:
"To put it bluntly, Miss Wu Jiu covets her future brother-in-law! It's really shameless... a wealthy family is dirty!"

"No way? I think Miss Wujiu is usually so arrogant and arrogant that no one would look down on her. How could she..."

Hearing this, Cheng Wujiu couldn't bear it any longer, she blushed and blamed herself for being too careless that day, she even asked these servants to watch her, she caught up with them a few steps, and knocked them both down Fruit served:
"The reason why the Cheng family pays you high salaries is to let you talk about the master's affairs here? You are really tired of your work, believe it or not, I will tell my mother right away, and let her drive you all out?!"

The two of them didn't notice for a while, and they asked her to overturn the fruit plate, and the washed fruits were scattered all over the floor, but Cheng Wujiu was still scolding:

"Who gave you the guts to let you gossip behind your back! I'm innocent... You're just seeing that grandpa is now holding that Mu Wan'an up to the sky, so you come to humiliate me one by one! You just wait and see If I don’t drive you out, my surname will not be Cheng!”

Originally, the person concerned had heard bad things about people behind their backs, and both of them were a little panicked, but seeing Cheng Wujiu being so aggressive, the older maid among them stomped her feet, stretched her neck and said:
"What's Mu Wan'an? We only have Miss Wuxia in this garden! Miss Wujiu, I know you don't like Miss Wuxia. After all, once she comes back, the old man will be lukewarm to you, but the broken bone is still connected to the tendon." She is your own cousin! You are so fond of Wan Wan, and if you don’t know it, you think your father brought back an illegitimate daughter!”

"that is!"

Seeing Cheng Wujiu's wide-eyed, unbelievable look, and another maid echoing her companion's words, she picked up the scattered fruits with some distress, and her tone was not very polite:

"Miss Wujiu, you know what's going on in your heart. We servants don't tell the truth, and we don't want to bring this matter to the fore. It's you, don't you think?"

Hidden knife in words, this is simply threatening yourself!

Couldn't help clenching her teeth, Cheng Wujiu's eyes almost popped out, she looked at these two tricky servants, gritted her teeth and said:
"Go and make trouble! Go and make trouble! I don't believe that grandpa will do anything to me because of your two baseless words! Even if I am not grandpa's most beloved granddaughter now, my parents are still there! They will let you bully me?!"

"That's not what you said."

The older servant was smiling, with a benevolent look on her face, if she didn't speak so harshly, it would be for Cheng Wujiu's sake:

"Isn't there an old saying in our mainland: 'It's better to have broken jade than to be whole.' You are jade and we are tile. The status and status are very different. When two collide, although each has a loss, in the end it is you who loses the most. Or are we servants? Those who are barefoot are not afraid of wearing shoes, let me say that, do you understand, Miss Wujiu?"

It's the other way around!

It was dark before Cheng Wujiu's eyes, Cheng Wujiu was almost not fainted by her words, fortunately the servant beside him supported her, so she didn't knock her head down:
"You, are you sent by Mu Wan'an to anger me? Huh? Who gave you the courage! How dare you speak to us like this!"

"Miss Wu Jiu has a kind temper, how could she do such a thing?"

The younger servant said nonchalantly, knowing that after Cheng Wujiu had thought about it, she would never make it a big deal, at most she would tell Su Minjun:
"Forget it, let's go get another piece of fruit, so as not to delay Mr. Song's side."