Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

Facing the woman's eyes full of disgust, Smith paused, and the displeasure welled up in his heart: "Miss Mu, you..."

"Mr. Smith." Mu Wanan opened her lips.

She took a deep breath, and said in an extremely cold tone, "Mr. Smith, if something like this happened to your secretary, as a gentleman, I think you would do the same. "

Those usually gentle eyes were cold to the bottom, and the words he said sounded gentle and decent, but they meant something.

Smith's face froze, and he looked slightly uncomfortable.

Before she finished speaking, Mu Wan'an didn't want to continue talking, so she quickly followed the stretcher.

She is not a fool.

As a scientific research base with such a high safety factor, it is impossible to leave a hidden danger that the chandelier will fall...

What's more, at that time, before the light was about to fall, the female secretary looked like she was about to be hit, as if reminding the people in front...

All these things passed through her mind quickly, saying everywhere——

The other party is intentional.

It's a trap.

For some reason, she suddenly thought of what Han Xiu said before. There were serious internal disputes in Derren, and many people wanted to grab their orders...

If so, so they feel she is his soft spot?

So, come here on purpose, to test?

Then... does Song Bingjue know?

The more she thought about it, the more complicated it became. Her mind was full of the picture of Song Bingjue holding her just now, and her heart seemed to be blocked, which could not be dispelled for a long time.

……

It wasn't until Song Bingjue came out of the operating room that she came back to her senses, her palms were mottled with red marks from her nails.

Han Xiu went to deal with other things.

He was left behind in the hospital, and she followed the nurse quietly. After entering the ward and asking about the situation, she sat quietly on one side, waiting for Song Bingjue to wake up.

Song Bingjue was hit on the head by a chandelier, and had a slight concussion. In addition, the injury on his back was serious, and their stay in France was prolonged.

Mu Wan'an thought about it, and went out halfway to call Uncle Li to explain the situation.

"How is the situation, sir?" Uncle Li asked anxiously after being stunned for a long time as if he didn't expect such a thing to happen.

"The doctor said, we have to wait for him to wake up and do a thorough examination." In the corridor, Mu Wan'an lowered her eyes and looked at the long shadow at her feet. Mister is here to save me, I..."

She felt very uncomfortable.

If Song Bingjue really had something, she would never shirk responsibility, she clenched her hands tightly.

On the other end of the phone, Uncle Li sighed: "Miss Mu, since you said that, it means that the husband will be fine. I will tell the young master about your delayed return."

Mu Wan'an responded softly, and when he mentioned Xiaosi, his tone became softer: "If possible, don't tell him about the things here."

"Of course I won't say it." Uncle Li said, "Let's trouble Miss Mu to take care of Mr."

Mu Wan'an responded, and said a few more words. Just as she was about to hang up the phone, Uncle Li suddenly stopped her.

"Miss Mu..." He said this, but he hesitated to speak.

Mu Wan'an was confused: "Uncle Li?"

"It's nothing, Ms. Mu, let it be like this. I'll take the young master to school." After speaking, Uncle Li hung up the phone, and then frowned with a headache.

The master in France must have known what happened, and at this time, Ms. Chen seems to be in France...

I'm afraid, as for the matter that Mr. Hu was injured trying to save Miss Mu, it would be difficult for Miss Mu to be there.

……

On this side, Song Bingjue woke up slowly when night fell.

As soon as the man opened his eyes, he saw Mu Wan'an's beautiful side face.

She didn't seem to notice that he was waking up, and Mu Wan'an was sitting on one side, peeling an apple bit by bit with a fruit knife in her hand.

She is very good at peeling apples. After peeling an apple, the skin is basically unbroken.

The picture is quiet and reassuring.

It wasn't until she finished cutting it and Song Bingjue finished admiring it that he slowly said, "Good night..."

Mu Wanan paused, raised her eyes to see him wake up, and froze for a moment, a glimmer of light appeared in her water eyes.

She quickly put down the knife in her hand, then rang the bell, walked up to him, and asked him with concern: "Are you... do you feel uncomfortable?"

Song Bingjue endured the pain, Junyan showed a smile, and grabbed her hand randomly: "This way, I will feel better."

The hand that was about to break free suddenly stopped, Mu Wan'an was stunned, and sat down, not knowing what was going on in her mind, she didn't refuse, and let him grab it.

Doctors and nurses came in one after another. After the examination, the doctor explained some things and left.

Knowing that he was fine, the stone in Mu Wan'an's heart finally fell to the ground, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

On the other hand, the nurse on the other side saw it and teased Song Bingjue: "Your wife cares about you very much."

It was said that Song Bingjue's icy handsome face showed signs of melting the first snow.

Mu Wan'an's cheeks were slightly red, and she wanted to explain, but when she saw that the nurse was already pushing the cart to leave, she rested her thoughts.

As soon as those people left, there was silence in the ward.

Song Bingjue was still holding her hand, unwilling to let go, his brows and eyes were quite soft.

Mu Wan'an didn't struggle, and just accompanied them quietly, until the palms of both of them were wet, she opened her eyes slightly and left his palm.

Song Bingjue looked at her and saw that her cheeks were slightly red, and his heart suddenly moved: "Good night..."

His voice was low and soft, like a gurgling stream in the night, jingling on the tip of her heart.

Mu Wan'an was stunned, but she didn't dare to look directly at him, bit her lip lightly, and said, "Mr. Song."

It's not Bingjue, it's not Mr. Song, it's Mr. Song.

Hearing this title, Song Bingjue paused slightly, and the softness in his eyes gradually faded.

"Huh?" He responded softly, with an ominous premonition in his heart.

Sure enough, in the next second, I saw the woman who had been afraid to look at her just now raised her eyes, those soft brows and eyes gleamed under the light, but they were unprecedentedly clear: "I am very grateful to Mr. Song for saving me. But in the future... I hope you won't be like this..."

From the first meeting to the present, he has saved her so many times that she can't count how much she owes him.

Regardless of whether he is in a gentleman's manner, or his code of conduct is so, but for her, this is too dangerous.

It's like a person who is almost drowning gets a bush. After a long time, she will get used to drifting on the bush.

Habits are not a good thing.

She was afraid that she would have feelings she shouldn't have.

Whether she is narcissistic or hypocritical, she wants to cut off this danger.

While speaking, her voice was very soft, but extremely firm, but when she met the man's deep and dark eyes, at that moment, her originally calm heart suddenly panicked for no reason.

She saw the coolness in the depths of the man's eyes, icy, cold, oozing out.

Her heart trembled more and more.

She clenched her hands tightly, and she didn't know what kind of emotion she was in. Like a drowning person, she took a big breath and said quickly: "We just agree to care, I don't need Mr. Song to do so much ...Besides, Mr. Song doesn't know, I just divorced, we need to keep a little distance between us. "

She clenched her hands tightly, the sticky palm just now had turned cold.

During this period of time, Song Bingjue's approach had already crossed their boundaries.

She kept telling herself, but...

Her voice paused, her heart inexplicably calmed down, and she looked at Song Bingjue with unreasonably bright and scorching eyes: "I know, I may have misunderstood something, I just want to say, I am very grateful to you, Mr. Song My help, these things, I will remember in my heart, in the future... I will slowly repay you in my own way, but I don't want you to be burdened, I will take good care of Xiao Si, and you don't have to do it for Xiao Si... ..."

Before she finished speaking, the color in Song Bingjue's eyes had already turned cold.

"Oh." He suddenly sneered, interrupting her next words.

Mu Wanan paused, her heart tightened.

Immediately, I heard the man ask incomparably coldly: "Do you think I'm doing it for Xiao Si?"

Mu Wan'an raised her eyes to look at him, looked into his cold eyes, opened her lips, and couldn't say the answer she had originally prepared.

At that moment, she actually felt that something was passing by her inadvertently.

After a long silence, the man withdrew his gaze, and said instead: "However, you are right, there is indeed a reason for Xiao Si."

Stoudemire likes her.

Stoudemire needs a mother.

These are the reasons, but it doesn't mean that these reasons are enough for him to get close to Mu Wan'an.

He didn't expect that after his intentional "hero saving the beauty", Mu Wan'an's reaction would be... so hurtful.

He was really hurt.

The man's eyes darkened slightly, and he pursed his lips lightly.

Only now did he understand that her obedience just now was just the last blow before her indifference.

Thinking of this, a hint of sarcasm flashed across his eyes.

Mu Wan'an was silent, she lowered her eyes slowly, and heard Song Bingjue's deep but alienated voice: "Before I was out of line, and I will keep a distance from Miss Mu in the future, and... I hope Miss Mu doesn't think that I misunderstood something about what happened before."

"No." Such a sense of alienation was inexplicably uncomfortable, and even Mu Wan'an's voice became deep.

The words fell, and the two stopped talking.

The deathly silence, even the warmth just now no longer exists.

Mu Wan'an clasped her hands, and she didn't know how long she sat until she felt that she shouldn't continue to sit, and when she was about to leave, she heard the man suddenly say politely: "Miss Mu, can you peel an apple for me?" ?”

I don't know who is punishing, the original "Wanwan" has become "Ms. Mu", just like her previous "Bingjue" has become "Mr. Song".

Mu Wan'an just felt that she didn't feel the ease of speaking, but became more and more blocked.