Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

"Yes, indeed it is."

However, there are a series of questions in Mu Wan'an's mind now.

"Xiao Si, do you know what your mother looks like?"

"That's what my mother wanted!"

Song Xiaosi said while pointing to Mu Wanan's nose.

"No, Xiaosi, I'm asking about your real mother." Mu Wan'an looked at Song Xiaosi seriously.

I saw him shaking his head: "I don't know."

"It's okay, go to sleep!"

She tidied up the quilt for Song Xiaosi.

Song Xiaosi snuggled up to the pillow and lay straight beside Mu Wan'an.Soon, sleepiness swept over Song Xiaosi.

But Mu Wan'an didn't feel sleepy at all. After Song Xiaosi fell asleep, Mu Wan'an felt a little sleepy.

Let Uncle Li come over and clean up the dining table, and Song Bingjue is also going back to the study to deal with the documents.

After all, he gave himself a day off today, and he could allow himself to rest, but the documents did not allow Song Bingjue to rest. In addition to the thick paper documents, there were also a lot of electronic documents that needed Song Bingjue's confirmation.

Thinking of these, I can't help but feel a little headache.

But these headaches, and the headaches Song Xiaosi gave him, are nothing at all.

After all, Song Bingjue has been "getting along" with documents for more than ten years, and he has long been used to it.

But what Song Xiaosi did today made Song Bingjue really upset.

From the living room back to the upstairs room, Song Bingjue was only walking about 50 meters away, but his steps were heavy.

When he walked to the door of his room, he vaguely saw Song Xiaosi's door was open, and was about to close the door.

Out of curiosity, he poked inside.

???

Eh, what about people?

Walking into the room, Song Xiaosi was not found anywhere. In the next second, Song Bingjue understood where Song Xiaosi was going.

Song Xiaosi! ! !
He was furious in his heart.

He knew that Song Xiaosi was not in his room, so he must have gone to Mu Wan'an's room, Song Xiaosi has always had this habit.

Forget it
Out of sight, out of mind, just don't think about it.

Back in the study, he sat at his desk, turned on the computer, and began to process the documents.

Song Bingjue, who had never felt impatient because of official business, was completely unable to read these documents today. He could only see countless words and countless dates in front of him.

With two elbows leaning on the table, his slender hands shuttled repeatedly through the thick hair.

He tried to focus himself, but found that he couldn't control himself at all.

His rare restlessness was all because of Mu Wan'an.

Sitting in the chair, he found that he couldn't do anything.

Just like that, an hour passed, and an hour wasted.

Suddenly, with a jerk, he stood up.

He walked towards Mu Wan'an's room aggressively.

Every step is full of murderous intent, just like a general preparing to go to the battlefield.

However, this momentum disappeared when he arrived at Mu Wan'an's door, and turned into a creepy look.

He opened Mu Wan'an's door cautiously, for fear of making a loud noise that would wake Mu Wan'an and Song Xiaosi.

"crunch."

The door can still make a relatively small sound.

He stared at the door: It's time to fix you up.

Song Bingjue didn't even let the door go. When a person's hatred reaches a certain level, it will really affect other things around him.
Seeing the two people on the bed, Song Bingjue looked more and more strange, why did he feel like he was being raped?
He is really sick.

"Song Xiaosi, you just sleep when you sleep, why are you hugging Wan Wan's arm!" He said in his heart, his eyes were fixed on Mu Wan'an's arm all the time.

"Song Xiaosi, you dare to sleep with my wife. If you don't sleep every night, I will wake you up immediately!"

He became more and more angry, and approached Mu Wan'an's bedside.

He was thinking about how he could take Song Xiaosi away without waking Mu Wan'an.

He came to Song Xiaosi's side, slowly lifted the quilt, and carefully pulled Song Xiaosi's hand off Mu Wan'an's arm: "Stinky boy, hold on tight!"

Who would believe that Song Bingjue, the high-ranking president, would be jealous of his son at home. If this matter gets out, what face will Song Bingjue, the dignified president, have?

After several attempts and efforts, Song Bingjue perfectly hugged Song Xiaosi from the bed at noon, and did not wake up Mu Wanwan.

At this moment, he was holding Song Xiaosi, and there were already a few obvious beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Stinky boy, it's so heavy, it's time to eat less!"

The five-year-old boy is nearly one meter tall and only weighs forty or fifty catties. Song Bingjue feels this way because he hates his son.

But after looking at Mu Wan'an on the bed, and Song Xiaosi in his arms, Song Bingjue found that the two of them really looked alike.

After staring for a while, he took Song Xiaosi and left the room.

Carried Song Xiaosi back to his room and put him on the bed.

At that moment, Song Bingjue was relieved, the pressure in his heart also disappeared, and his mood became better.

He left Song Xiaosi's room full of joy, the joy written all over his face could not be hidden.

May I ask how many fathers in the world would be jealous of their sons like this?
No one knew that Song Bingjue was a genuine childish ghost.

Song Bingjue returned to the room and sat in front of the desk. It was only ten minutes away from before, but the feeling was quite different.

Now, he can finally handle the documents with peace of mind.

Sure enough, throughout the afternoon, he processed it very smoothly and quickly. What used to take five or six hours to process, today he processed it in four hours.

He sat on a chair and relaxed his muscles.

Sitting slowly with a somewhat stiff body, I was planning how to arrange for the evening in my mind.

Song Bingjue went to check Mu Wan'an's door and found that Mu Wan'an hadn't woken up yet, so he was going to go downstairs to discuss dinner plans with Uncle Li. This time, he would not let Song Xiaosi ruin his good deed again.

"Uncle Li, I need to discuss something with you."

At first, Song Bingjue was a little hard to speak.
He told Uncle Li about his strategy, and told Song Xiaosi to take him back to his room after dinner.

Uncle Li naturally understood what Song Bingjue meant.

But seeing Song Bingjue like this, he still found it a little funny.

"Sir, why are you so fussy with the child! How can the child know so much!"

In Uncle Li's view, Song Xiaosi clings to Mu Wan'an because he misses Mu Wan'an too much, but in Song Bingjue's eyes, Song Xiaosi is robbing himself for a woman.

"I do not care!"

Uncle Li was quite shocked that Song Bingjue said such arrogant words in front of Uncle Li.

Realizing the embarrassment of speaking, Song Bingjue tried his best to hide his embarrassment, and changed the subject: "In short, you must not slack off what I told you!"

"Good sir, don't worry! If the young master doesn't leave, I will carry him away!"

Uncle Li expresses his loyalty to Song Bingjue here.

After discussing the contents of the meal, Uncle Li asked the servants to prepare it, and now Song Bingjue was waiting for Mu Wan'an to wake up.

He went back to his room and opened the closet.

All white shirts and blazers ranging in color from light to dark. Song Bingjue picked out a brand new white shirt and was about to change into it.

As he raised his arm, he sniffed at the creaking nest.

Conclusion: bad smell and needs to be cleaned.

He simply took off his whole body and walked into the bathroom.

He has to make full preparations for tonight. After all, tonight is very important, and he can't make any mistakes.

Turning on the faucet, he took out a killer weapon that he had never used before - shower gel, and spread it evenly on his body.

Before that, he always felt that men who use shower gel are very sissy.
So when he applied the shower gel, the expression on his face seemed to have been distorted, and he looked very painful, as if someone was forcing him.

"It's not that bad, but it does smell good."

After coming out of the bathroom, Song Bingjue was talking to himself.

When his body was almost dry, he wrapped the towel around his waist.Use a small towel to wipe the water from your hair.

In fact, it is not a mother's performance that a man is fragrant. Song Bingjue is only now correcting his values.

He also plans to spray some perfume on his body later.

How do you feel that Song Bingjue at this moment is more like the kind of girl who is going on a date with her boyfriend and meticulously puts on beautiful makeup at home?
After repeatedly confirming that his armpits are fragrant at the moment, Song Bingjue is relieved.

Not long ago, Mu Wan'an also woke up.

Looking at both sides of the bed, he didn't see Song Xiaosi's figure.

what happened?Stoudemire woke up?
Mu Wan'an thought, maybe she woke up first, and she didn't want to disturb herself, so she left.

So I didn't think too much about it.

After sleeping for so long, Mu Wan'an was very comfortable and stretched out on the bed very comfortably.Glancing at the watch on his wrist, he couldn't help but exclaim.

"I've been asleep for so long!?"

Even if she was amazed, she was also puzzled.

After all, Mu Wan'an usually takes a nap for two or three hours at most, and never sleeps from noon to six o'clock, which is incredible.

Pulling back the curtains that originally wanted to block the sun, Mu Wan'an realized that it was almost dark outside.

Anyway, the sun has gone on strike, and the moon should come soon.

Putting on slippers and pajamas, her hair is a little messy, and she looks like a girl at home.

She opened the door and was about to go to Song Xiaosi's room to see if Song Xiaosi was there.

"What about the perfume?"

Song Bingjue was rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the room, looking for the perfume he had used before.

I searched for a long time, but failed.

"Forget it." Anyway, there is exactly the same one in the exhibition cabinet in the study.

He wiped his hair with a wet towel in one hand and walked out of the room.

Unexpectedly, Mu Wan'an, who was about to go to Song Xiaosi's room, bumped into a strong chest before passing Song Bingjue's room.

Mu Wan'an buried her whole face in it.