Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

The car passed by slowly.

Han Xiu drove back early, and Song Bingjue took Mu Wan'an's hand for a walk on the road covered with golden leaves.

The breeze blows, as if it can soothe the frizz in the heart.

Mu Wan'an didn't hold back, and took a deep breath, as if everything that was pent up in her heart was also dispersed.

"President Song?" Seeing that Song Bingjue hadn't let go of his hand for a long time, Mu Wan'an reminded him.

Beside him, the man's footsteps stopped.

A breeze blew by, and he turned his head slightly, her deep eyes embedded her shadow in his eyes.

His facial features are stern, his eyebrows and eyes are different from other people's coldness, especially his jaw, which has a delicate and beautiful arc.

Mu Wan'an raised her eyes, and saw his delicacy in her eyes.

"you……"

"Mu Wan." For the first time, he called her by her full name.

The voice is low and trembling with magnetism.

Mu Wan'an was a little stunned, and said "Huh?" softly.

"If I said, I mean, if I proposed to marry you, what would you think?" His tone was calm, as usual.

Only those eyes were as deep as the bottom of a pond, trying to sweep her in.

Almost thinking that she heard something wrong, Mu Wan'an's pupils shrank suddenly.

"What did you say?"

what did he say?
marry?with her?
Seeing her surprise and accident in his eyes, Song Bingjue was expressionless, but he held her hand tightly, and said in a steady tone: "Xiao Si needs a mother, he just wanted to like you, and, I love you ...not exclusive."

In fact, it was an idea that had just occurred to him.

But this idea is not out of the question.

He said it lightly, but Mu Wan'an just felt a little ridiculous.

"Mr. Song, you're joking, aren't you?" Seeing that the man's eyes were calm, and it didn't seem like he was joking, Mu Wan'an's eyes became more serious.

marry?How long have they known each other and why are they married?

Or does he want to be responsible for what happened last night...?
There was a lot of chaos in her mind, and she couldn't accept it.

"Xiao Si really needs a mother. Also, Mr. Song, I am very grateful that you don't reject me, but this is not the reason you said to get married..."

Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by the man——

"Since I can make this proposal, it means that he is highly feasible."

"Wanwan, Xiaosi needs a mother, and he likes you very much. If that's the case, why not let this name be justified?"

"You also know the situation in my family, so just treat it as helping me and repaying my favor, how about it?"

While speaking, the light at the bottom of his eyes was shining, the light was too bright, Mu Wan'an didn't dare to look at each other, only felt that the rejection in his heart was almost defeated.

It was as if he had grasped her acupoint.

Indeed, marrying him seems harmless, and it can even repay the favor she owed him so long ago.

But... is it really that simple?

She had to admit that this proposal was exciting. Mu Wan'an pursed her lips, her mind was full of thoughts. In the end, she bit her lips and softened her words. She asked, "How long is the marriage valid?"

She can't be Xiao Si's mother all her life.

It is also impossible to be Song Bingjue's shield for the rest of his life.

"How many years do you think is suitable?" Seeing her let go, the man's eyes overflowed with a smile, and he was even proud of his scheme.

Mu Wan'an thought for a while: "Three years?"

In the next second, the man denied it: "Three years is too short, what's more, do you think such a short marriage can give Xiaosi a good environment? It's not a blow?"

Hearing this, Mu Wan'an was stunned: "But, I..."

"Five years." Song Bingjue seemed to have thought everything into consideration, "Five years from now, Xiao Si will soon be in junior high school, and his thoughts will mature at that time. At that time, you can go or stay, it's up to you."

"Or, do you already have plans for your future? Three years later, do you want another spring? If so, then Xiao Si and I will not delay you..."

Speaking of the three words "another spring", the man's tone was slightly sharp.

Mu Wan'an was speechless.

She didn't think that she would remarry in the future, but the marriage with Xu Shuo was too failed, which cast a serious shadow on her married life.

After thinking for a while, she hesitated and said, "Can you let me think for a while?"

The proposal was so sudden that she wasn't even prepared.

"Okay." The man agreed lightly, as if predicting that her final answer would be the one he wanted. He hooked his lips, squeezed her soft hand, and led her to move forward: "This proposal is valid for a long time. But to avoid delay, how often will you reply to me?"

He raised his eyebrows, and when he turned his head, he saw Mu Wan'an's expression of being caught.

To be honest... She really wanted to procrastinate and procrastinate until both parties forgot about it...

Who knows, is Song Bingjue acting on a whim?
"I..." Mu Wan'an's eyes flickered, and there seemed to be emotions in her beautiful eyebrows, "One month."

After all, it is considered... a major event in life?
"That's too long." Song Bingjue said in a deliberative tone, "How about a week?"

Mu Wan'an jumped instantly, and some busters said, "No way! Three weeks?"

"Two weeks then." Song Bingjue smiled warmly, "You also know that Siu Si's birthday will be in half a month, so make preparations early, one week is best."

Mu Wan'an replied subconsciously: "Okay, one week."

After she realized that she agreed, she knew she was in the trap.

There is a kind of aggrieved feeling like a stick in the throat.

This man has already thought about it, right?
She bit her lip, but felt powerless to resist.

And somewhere in the heart, it seems that something is taking root and sprouting.

She looked at the hand she couldn't break free from, she couldn't lie to herself, this hand made her feel peaceful.

……

The street was not too far from their hotel, and the two walked back holding hands. From a distance, they looked like ordinary couples.

When they returned to the hotel and went back to their rooms, Mu Wan'an still felt a little confused when he thought of his proposal just now.

In the mess, she picked up the notepad prepared by the hotel and listed the advantages and disadvantages of Song Bingjue's proposal——

After listing more than a dozen benefits, she was a little silly for a moment.

There is only one disadvantage, she will stay in the Song family for five years, after five years, she will leave and start over.But in the end, it's not really a bad thing.

She looked at the form she had made, her thoughts still unclear, she rubbed her head, and just about to get up, the doorbell rang.

She stepped on her slippers to open the door, and saw Song Bingjue, who seemed to have just finished taking a bath, standing at the door in a bathrobe.

The scent of mist and shower gel wafting from the man's body seemed to be able to confuse people.

The slightly exposed chest at the neckline is even more imaginative.

She froze for a moment, focused on his face, and asked, "What's wrong?"

According to normal times, during the next period of time, they will make adjustments, recharge their batteries, and prepare for the formal signing of the contract with De Lun.

Song Bingjue should have rested at this time.

The man's figure was tall and tall, and his long and big shadow fell directly on her body, surrounding her.

Thinking of the conversation on the road in the evening, she twitched her eyelashes slightly.

"Secretary Han is out, can you apply the ointment for me?" Song Bingjue raised his hand, revealing a jar of ointment.

The injury on his back is no longer a serious problem, but he needs to apply the ointment regularly. This was done by Han Xiu before, but now Secretary Han is not here...

Mu Wan'an hesitated for a moment, but she couldn't refuse, so she nodded, "Okay."

With that said, she opened the door and let him in.

In a room with the same layout, her things are obviously more than his.

Mu Wan'an tidied up shyly, thinking of applying the ointment for him later, she said, "Wait a minute, I'll go wash my hands first."

"Okay." Song Bingjue nodded, and found a place to sit down casually.

In the bathroom, Mu Wan'an checked, and after making sure that there were no more things in the bathroom than last time, she patted her face and walked out calmly.

The man was already sitting there, as if reading some information in his hands.

Confused, she walked in, and when she saw that he was reading the "Ten Advantages and Disadvantages of Marrying Song Bingjue" she had just written, her face burned.

On the white paper, her self is beautiful, there are more than ten advantages listed below, and only two disadvantages.

She was too embarrassed.

"This, it's nothing to look at." She walked hurriedly, and quickly pulled out the piece of paper from his hand, trying to crumpled it into a ball pretending to be calm, and threw it into the trash can.

Unexpectedly, she was avoided by the man.

"It's pretty." I don't know if it was intentional, but the man showed an expression of relish, "Also, the writing is good, but the content is not full enough."

Mu Wan'an's face turned red when she was teased, even if she was stupid, she knew that Song Bingjue was deliberately teasing her, and blushed to grab the paper back.

Just as she rushed over, she didn't expect the man to suddenly stand up from the chair. She was caught off guard before she could stop her feet, and her whole body bumped into his chest.

Dull pain in the bridge of the nose.

There was chaos, the man's footsteps were unsteady, and he fell back directly under her pressure, and both of them fell into the bed.

Simmons squeaked ambiguously a few times.

Mu Wan'an's mind went blank, and the man's groans could be heard next to his ears.

She opened her eyes, and what she saw was Song Bingjue's open neckline, the bridge of her nose rubbing against his chest, as if lighting a fire.

Thinking of the injury on his back, she was afraid that his injury would open. She was just about to stand up, but someone grabbed her waist hard.

"you……"

Just as she was about to struggle, the world spun around for a while, and the two of them reversed their positions, and she was crushed underneath.

The whole person sank into the quilt.

The man propped himself on top of her, his arms next to her ears.

The breathing of the two people was intertwined, warm and vague.

Inexplicably, my limbs felt weak.

She raised her eyes, and met the man's eyes as vast as the starry sky.

There seemed to be a little more indescribable beauty in the air.

The blush on Mu Wan'an's face did not fade: "Song..."

She just lay on the bed like this, she didn't know if she trusted him too much, she didn't struggle, she didn't resist, her cheeks were flushed, her watery eyes glistened with water, she was so cute that it was hard to restrain her impulsiveness.

Taking in the beautiful scenery, the man's eyes became deeper and deeper.