Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

Song Bingjue's eyes were cold.

Seeing him defending Chen Xinrao everywhere, Song Bingjue's original worries about him disappeared.

Seeing his son's cold and mocking eyes, Song Zhenguo couldn't bear it anymore.

This is the look in his eyes again. Ever since his wife passed away, his son looked at him as if he were an enemy.

He gasped for breath, but he couldn't hold it back, and he smashed the lamp that had just been put back on the bedside table again.

"Get out! The one who should get out is you!"

If he knew this earlier, he shouldn't have called him back!

The lamp brushed past Song Bingjue's side face, and hit the door panel behind him directly.

"Pa--" a sound, suddenly shattered.

The atmosphere solidified.

And Chen Xinrao's face was pale, as if seeing this scene for the first time, she looked at Song Bingjue with concern: "Sister, brother-in-law..."

Song Bingjue turned a blind eye, stared deeply at Song Zhenguo, gave a cold snort, turned around, stepped on the debris, slammed the door and walked out.

When the two father and son met, there was never harmony.

As soon as Song Bingjue left, Song Zhenguo stared at the slammed door, rolling his eyes up angrily.

"evil creature!"

The chest cramped suddenly.

Chen Xinrao hurried forward, took out the medicine from the cabinet, and helped him take it.

"Uncle, are you okay?" She patted his chest lightly and said softly.

Song Zhenguo regained his composure, his gradually blurred vision met Chen Xinrao's face under the dim light, as if overlapping with someone in his memory, he was taken aback for a long time, his old eyes seemed to overflow with an unknown light, a name inadvertently Suddenly spat out: "Xiaoqing..."

Chen Xinrao was taken aback for a moment, but didn't hear clearly what he was shouting.

Just when she was about to ask, Song Zhenguo looked tired. She thought for a while and didn't say much. She stayed with the old man to sleep before leaving the room without a sound...

……

As soon as she left the room, the softness on her face gradually faded, thinking of Song Bingjue's attitude just now, the sternness in her eyes flashed past, and she clenched her hands tightly.

And the old servant who just came up from downstairs was startled when she saw her expression obscured by the backlight.

"Miss Chen." The maid walked forward cautiously, carrying the freshly warmed milk.

When he got closer, the chaos on Chen Xinrao's face was gone, and he returned to his usual pretentiousness.

"Sister Liu, Uncle has fallen asleep." Chen Xinrao said, her eyes fell on the cup of hot milk in her hand, and the corner of her lips curled up: "Is it for brother-in-law? Wait a minute, I'll take it there together..."

Sister Liu didn't suspect him, and passed the milk over...

……

third floor.

After leaving Song Zhenguo's room, Song Bingjue went back to take a shower.

The relationship between father and son has always been tense, and the scene just now is even more common.

Thinking of Chen Xinrao's hypocritical appearance just now, Song Bingjue pursed his lips, and under his disheveled hair, water droplets gradually entered his black hair, falling along the contours of his face, concealing the coldness in his eyes...

……

And outside the door.

Chen Xinrao knocked on the door, seeing that no one came to open it for a long time, she pushed the door open.

The decoration of the men's room is as restrained as ever, with a combination of black and white, and no other extra embellishments.

Holding the milk in her hand, she looked at the bathroom door, her eyes flickering.

The dress on the woman has turned into a nightdress with suspenders, and the chest is full of spring, outlining a voluptuous figure.

After a while, the bathroom door opened.

The man came out of the bathroom with mist, his figure was tall and slender, his body just after bathing was slightly damp, and his muscles were muscular from the outside.

On the bottom, there is only a bath towel around it, covering up the private place.

Chen Xinrao's heart trembled suddenly, and there was a glint in his eyes.

Seeing Chen Xinrao, Song Bingjue's eyes turned cold.

"Get out." These two words overflowed from thin lips, and the disgust in Song Bingjue's eyes was undisguised.

Expecting him to have such an expression, Chen Xinrao's face remained the same, her eyes were curved, and she was a little bit charming: "Brother-in-law..."

She walked forward in a curvaceous figure, and as she walked, the suspenders on her shoulders fell slowly, revealing a large area of ​​spring.

Under the blurred lights, it is attractive from the outside.

The light in Song Bingjue's eyes became colder and colder.

Chen Xinrao didn't realize it, walked to his side, and leaned the milk in his hand to his lips: "Brother-in-law, if you want me to go, I'll leave after you drink the milk..."

The milky white liquid swayed gently under the light.

Song Bingjue was expressionless.

After a long while, the word "roll" came out coldly.

A hint of embarrassment flashed in Chen Xinrao's eyes, but it was quickly covered up. She showed apology and vulnerability: "Just treat it as if I apologized for what happened before, and what happened to Miss Mu was because I went too far. Brother-in-law, you also know that I like you , Miss Mu suddenly appeared, I couldn't help..."

Seeing that Song Bingjue was unmoved, she gritted her teeth secretly and said again: "Or are you afraid that I will drug you?"

To make the old man like it, Chen Xinrao is naturally not really stupid.

After hearing her words, Song Bingjue narrowed his eyes.

Those black eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, piercing straight into the woman's heart.

Chen Xinrao's heart suddenly tightened, and even the hand holding the milk cup trembled slightly, but soon, she calmed down, and then smiled: "Doesn't my brother-in-law know my temperament? I have always been straightforward... ..."

After finishing speaking, she brought the milk to his lips.

This time, Song Bingjue didn't say anything, just took the milk in her hand, raised his hand and drank it down.

Seeing the man's exposed Adam's apple wriggling slowly, Chen Xinrao was overjoyed.

When Song Bingjue finished drinking the milk, she took the milk cup graciously.

With microwaves in her watery eyes, she approached as if she hadn't seen anything, leaned softly by Song Bingjue's ear, and said in a low voice: "Brother-in-law, it's getting late, why don't you go to bed first?"

She reached out and was about to take Song Bingjue's hand into her arms, and she was about to touch the spring light on her chest.

As the words fell, the man's body felt inexplicably hot.

There seemed to be a bit of sweet fragrance in the air.

He sneered, stretched out his hand and grabbed Chen Xinrao's throat: "You think I don't know what you're thinking?"

"The method of aggressiveness? Chen Xinrao, the method of aggressiveness is useful, and I am willing to do it, you understand?"

The heat in his body gradually boiled away, but his face became colder and colder.

Chen Xinrao was noncommittal, knowing that the medicine she had given had worked, her light white and cold fingertips touched the man's hand holding her neck, and her tone was extremely sweet: "Don't you think brother-in-law doesn't want to?"

She doesn't think she is worse than Mu Wan'an.

With Mu Wan'an's three-none body, can she have a figure like her?
Thinking about it, she purposely straightened her huge chest.

What's more, he knew that there was medicine in the milk, so didn't he drink it?
In her eyes, Song Bingjue was just trying to maintain his face.

And just when she was about to take that hand off her neck, her neck tightened suddenly——

"what--"