Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

A scream escaped.

Chen Xinrao was slammed to the ground with her neck embedded.

His lower back hit the corner of the table, and without looking, he knew where there was absolutely black and blue.

Chen Xinrao groaned in pain, never expecting Song Bingjue to strike so ruthlessly.

"Brother-in-law..." Because she fell to the ground, her skirt was lifted, revealing all the whiteness on her legs.

Her watery eyes were tender, and the corners of her eyes were filled with tears from the pain.

Knowing how to be the most seductive, Chen Xinrao sighed and fell to the ground, looking seductive and ravaged from a distance.

She thought to herself, even if Song Bingjue had been drugged, even if he didn't like her, he was a man after all, if the fire on his body was aroused, would he be able to bear it?
And here... only her, a woman.

Seeing Song Bingjue standing there motionless, she slowly got up and twisted like a water snake.

Unexpectedly, before she got close, the man suddenly picked up the clothes hanging on the side and walked into the bathroom.

After a while, the man came out fully dressed

The fire in his body continued to burn, and the man's black eyes were blurred.

Chen Xinrao was taken aback for a moment, and when she realized that he was about to leave, she suddenly panicked, stood up quickly, and hugged him from behind——

"Brother-in-law!"

She hugged her tightly, and there was a little confusion in her eyes.

Now that it's all over, what will Song Bingjue do when he leaves.

The woman's cold skin was like a hook, stirring fire on him.

The more Song Bingjue felt the heat, the colder his face became.

He suddenly pushed Chen Xinrao away, pinched her chin, and said: "Chen Xinrao, you have to remember, even if I die, I will not touch you."

When the words fell, Chen Xinrao was startled.

Facing the man's dark eyes, it was as if looking at a dead person, and a wave of ice chilled his whole body.

She realized that what he said was true!
"Why!" She trembled all over, "Why can my sister? I can't? And that Mu Wan'an, are you going to find Mu Wan'an?"

She didn't expect that Song Bingjue would still not want to touch her for this reason...

what is this?
Before she finished speaking, she was pushed away by the man.

"Because you're not her..." After saying this, Song Bingjue walked out without mercy.

"Crack-"

The door closed, and Chen Xinrao was the only one left in the room.

She closed the door tightly, thinking of the embarrassment just now, the resentment and resentment in her eyes solidified bit by bit...

Why!Why!
Violently smashing the milk glass that had fallen on the carpet to the wall, her inner anger flooded.

One day, Song Bingjue will be hers!her!

……

This end, the hotel.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Mu Wan'an just finished taking a shower and stepped out of the bathroom in slippers.

After staying in the hospital for several days, she was full of bad luck. After having dinner with Han Xiu, she came back to take a shower.

Just after taking a bath, the woman's skin was fair and her face was pink, as if covered with a halo under the light.

She wasn't short, but the bathrobe she prepared was still a size too big, and the skirt that should have reached her knees covered most of her calves.

The neckline was a little loose, and she held her own crumbling neckline as she wiped her hair.

After drying, it was already [-]:[-], she put the tablet on the table, and sent a video request to Siu Si as usual.

After the video was interrupted in the middle of the last time, in order not to worry Xiao Si, Mu Wan'an would always video with him.

The sound of the video rang three times, and the other end immediately picked it up. After a while, the screen lit up, and Xiaosi's cute little face appeared on the screen.

It's eight o'clock in the morning in China. Stoudemire is wearing a kindergarten uniform and a small red bow tie around his neck. He is as cute as ever.

Seeing Mu Wan'an's face appear on the screen, the child's originally stiff face relaxed slightly, and he was eating breakfast seriously.

Uncle Li on the side came over and eagerly chatted with Mu Wan'an about Xiaosi's situation at school these days.

"Miss Mu, it will be the young master's birthday in a while." Uncle Li said, "Does Miss Mu have any good suggestions for the young master's birthday party?"

Mu Wan'an bent her eyes and saw Xiao Si drinking soy milk, staring at her non-stop, with a vague look of anticipation in her eyes, and a soft heart: "I will discuss this with Bing Jue later."

"Miss Namu, when will you and your husband come back?" Uncle Li asked.

Mu Wan'an thought for a while, and replied: "I'll go back when the matter here is finished." As she spoke, she smiled into Xiao Si's dark eyes, "I will definitely dare to go back on Xiao Si's birthday."

If there hadn't been an accident, I'm afraid they would already be on the plane flying back to China by this time.

Hearing this, Stoudemire rolled his eyes.

Because Stoudemire had to go to school, they didn't chat for long before turning off the video. ,

The tablet was out of power, and just as Mu Wan'an plugged it in, the phone rang in a hurry.

Seeing that it was Song Bingjue's call, she paused, thinking it was something urgent, and quickly answered: "Mr. Song?"

However, no one responded for a long time.

There were only a few rapid breathing sounds.

On the other end of the phone, hearing the soft voice of a woman, Song Bingjue was short of breath.

In his body, waves of heat waved uncontrollably, constantly stirring his rationality.

He was pinching the steering wheel, sweat beaded on his forehead.

Seeing no response for a long time, Mu Wan'an couldn't help feeling a little anxious: "Bingjue..."

Song Bingjue still didn't respond, until Mu Wan'an yelled for the third time, and he said with restraint: "Mu Wan'an."

His voice trembled little by little with forbearance. Mu Wan'an couldn't help but feel that something was wrong with him, and even his voice slowed down: "Bing... Jue?"

"Listen, I was drugged." Song Bingjue said hoarsely, "Where are you now?"

"I..." Hearing the word "drug", Mu Wan'an panicked and said, "I'm at the hotel."

"Now put cold water on me, don't hang up the phone..." He ordered one sentence after another, his voice obviously uncontrollably undulating.

Mu Wan'an's mind was already in a mess, so he could only follow what he said to reflect.

She hastily poured a bathtub of cold water, paying attention to the status of her phone all the time, for fear of being hung up accidentally.

Didn't he go to the old house?How could he be drugged?

and also……

"Bingjue, how about I ask Secretary Han..."

"Do you think it's useful to find him?" On the other end of the phone, the man smiled softly.

Mu Wan'an's eardrums were hot from the laughter, and she remained silent.

On the other end of the phone, the man didn't speak anymore, only the faint panting echoed.

She bit her lip and forcefully poured down a glass of water to suppress the confusion in her heart.

After an unknown amount of time, she vaguely heard the sound of the man getting out of the car and then entering the elevator.

"Ding--"

The elevator reaches the designated floor without hindrance.

The man's footsteps were steady, but a little more chaotic.

Mu Wan'an almost heard the sound of the elevator arriving again, and hurried to open the door.

But the moment she opened the door, she froze for a moment.

Song Bingjue's room is next to hers, what is she doing with cold water in her own room?
She is a little silly.

The door opened, and before she could react, footsteps came.

"Good night……"

In a daze, a man's deep voice came.

Holding the mobile phone, she raised her eyes subconsciously. She couldn't tell whether the man's voice came from the mobile phone or from...

The moment he saw her, Song Bingjue hung up the phone.

At the door of the room, the woman opened a crack, revealing that exceptionally well-behaved face.

She was wearing a bathrobe, flustered and bewildered in her brimming eyes, and she looked at him without blinking.

At that moment, the suppressed fire in his chest gushed out almost uncontrollably.

He approached in a few strides, almost coherently, and pulled her into his arms. He squeezed into the room and closed the door.

The tip of the nose is a woman's body, a faint fragrance.

Mu Wan'an was caught off guard, only felt that the surrounding temperature became hot because of the man's arrival.

"Bing..." Even her voice trembled inexplicably.

Before the words were finished, the man's face fell straight down, firmly grasping her lips.

As if she was very familiar with it, before she had time to resist, she began to attack the city.

Mu Wan'an's body trembled uncontrollably, and when she really recovered, the man had already pressed her against the door panel and kissed her deeply.

Between the lips and teeth, there is a faint milky fragrance.

Her consciousness was a little confused, and her cheeks were flushed. It was obvious that he was the one who was drugged, but she seemed to be infected.

She was like a kitten, humming softly, and the man grabbed her so hard that he almost wanted to rub her into his flesh and blood.

She subconsciously wanted to push him away, but was restrained by him.

A little bit of reason flew by, her heart panicked, she gritted her teeth, and bit his tongue hard.

"Song..." Her neckline was slightly opened because of the movements of the two of them.

A bit of bloody smell filled the air.

The man paused, his deep black eyes turned red, but his lips still did not leave her.

Mu Wan'an was flustered by his look, and put her hand on his chest: "Song Bingjue..."

She tried to wake him up a little bit.

She was even more annoyed. If she had known this before, she should have asked Han Xiu to help. How could she control such a thing...

Her face was reddish from the kiss, her watery eyes were even more seductive and charming, and the man's eyes became deeper and deeper.

As soon as she finished speaking, the man intensified her deep kiss.

Between the lips and teeth, the smell of blood and milk fainted. Mu Wan'an was inexperienced, her mind went blank after being kissed, and she almost fainted.

An inexplicable emotion was like a tide, about to drown them.

Mu Wan'an's heart trembled slightly, like a boat swaying in the sea, already a little lost.

Thoughts are starting to become chaotic.

She woke up suddenly when her chest felt cold, and a slap lightly landed on the man's cheek.

"Crack..." There was a crisp sound.

It didn't hurt, but it brought back the rationality of the confused two.

Song Bingjue paused suddenly, and gradually returned to his senses.

Mu Wan'an's heart was even more ups and downs, and the hand that hit her on the cheek felt even hotter.

"Bing..." She wanted to explain.

In the next second, she completely fell into the arms of the man.

She was in a daze, only feeling that the man buried his head in the crook of her neck and kept breathing, as if he was holding back something.