Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

Before she could speak, he lowered his head and pressed his forehead against hers.

The tip of the nose is against the tip of the nose, and the lips are close at hand.

The breaths of the two of them blended completely, bit by bit, and Mu Wan'an was inexplicably nervous.

Goosebumps popped up all over his body.

"You..." Her voice trembled.

"Call me." The man's voice was a little hoarse, and his eyes fell on her crimson lips.

For some reason, he suddenly thought of the way she was kissed so that her eyes were full of spring when she was drunk, and her original sanity was about to collapse.

He suddenly felt a little impatient.

Especially after seeing her list so many good things about him.

Mu Wan'an was startled: "Huh?"

"Call me Jue." His voice was lowered, and he couldn't help but began to seduce her.

There was a hint of bewilderment in the woman's eyes, and at the same time she felt shy about this title.

This title is too intimate, she can't say it at all.

She bit her lip, pretending she didn't hear it.

"Don't bark?" Seeing her thoughts, Song Bingjue smiled lowly, and rubbed the tip of his nose against hers. Suddenly, his lips moved forward, bit her lips directly, and then pulled away.

The beauty of that moment is amazing.

Mu Wan'an just felt as if his brain had exploded, and he couldn't tell the difference between south, east and north.

Song Bingjue, he...he actually...

Before she could push him away, the man withdrew his hand and directly embraced her tightly in his arms: "Just as we are getting acquainted, huh?"

The ending sound rose gently, and Mu Wan'an couldn't restrain the trembling from top to bottom.

She closed her eyes nervously, not knowing what to do.

Even, her whole body was limp, she didn't even have the strength to push him away.

"Jeez..." Fearing that things would get out of hand in the future, her voice trembled slightly, and the words overflowed little by little.

She didn't know that she was so well-behaved, so well-behaved that she constantly challenged men's reason.

Song Bingjue didn't want to bear it, and those who would bear it in this situation were fools.

Almost as soon as he opened his mouth, the man's head sank, and his lips directly engulfed her red lips.

Gentle and lingering, as if tasting the ultimate delicacy in this world, he sucked shallowly.

He kissed her from time to time, and then pulled away.

Kiss her, seduce her like a poppy, and find a reason for yourself: "The benefits are incomplete, this is punishment..."

punish……

Mu Wan'an's face was already flushed, her hand on his chest tightened, and just as she was about to push him away, he firmly held her hand, and then clasped her hand on his waist without any refusal.

His skin was on fire, and Mu Wan'an only felt that his palm was scalded.

And the man's lips were eroding her sanity bit by bit.

What little resistance she had left was directly swallowed up.

Until the kiss was over, she still hadn't recovered from the charm just now.

Gently opening her eyes, her eyes were full of innocence.

Song Bingjue, who originally planned to accept her as soon as he saw her, found another excuse for himself when he saw her like this, and couldn't help rubbing his lips, his eyes filled with smiles, and praised her: "Good girl."

good girl...

It was only then that Mu Wan'an was fully awake, and when she noticed the posture of the two of them, her scalp couldn't help but tingle.

She pushed him away tremblingly with her fingertips. Just as she was about to turn around and leave, she was pulled back by the man and fell into his arms again.

She suddenly became a little annoyed, and called him by name: "Song Bingjue!"

She was a little furious, and even felt that she was completely different from her usual self just now.

There was anger in her beautiful eyes, but she had no deterrent power at all.

Song Bingjue chuckled, picked up the paper that had just fallen to one side, tapped it, and said, "It's not enough, you should add some more."

Mu Wan'an bit her lip, stiffened stubbornly, unwilling to write.

Seeing this, Song Bingjue was not annoyed, knowing that he could no longer make progress, he hugged her tenderly for a while, then let go of her, and put the ointment in her hand.

"Help me apply the medicine."

Mu Wan'an's anger, which was already on the verge, was extinguished by him in such a turn.

She gritted her teeth and took it, feeling inexplicably angry in her heart.

Not only because of my inability to refute just now, but also because of the momentary shake in my heart.

The man took off his bathrobe, and the scars on his back criss-crossed, and the anger in Mu Wan'an's heart also faded.

After all, Song Bingjue saved her.

Even, she saw old injuries that looked like early years, not less than new injuries.

Her hand, which was applying the wound, froze.

Isn't Song Bingjue the CEO of the Song Corporation?Why are there so many wounds?

What did he go through...

She was a little distracted.

Sensing her slowness, Song Bingjue asked, "What's wrong?"

Mu Wan'an immediately came back to her senses, calmed down and asked in a low voice, "The injury on your back..."

Immediately, close the words.

She knew she shouldn't ask more questions.

"Slapped."

She didn't expect to get an answer. After hearing Song Bingjue's answer, Mu Wan'an was stunned: "Did you hit me?"

Song Bingjue was noncommittal, with an ordinary expression.

Seeing this, Mu Wan'an felt an inexplicable pain in her heart.

Seeing her silence, the man paused, and suddenly turned to look at her: "Do you care about me?"

Mu Wan'an immediately shook her head: "No..."

She wrote all her thoughts on her face, and Song Bingjue could see through it at a glance, but didn't explain anymore.

There are some things she still doesn't know.

Time passed minute by minute.

The charm just now gradually dissipated, and she focused on helping him apply the ointment, and after Song Bingjue put on his bathrobe, she took a step back and gave the order to evict the guests: "President Song, it's getting late, go to bed early. "

Seeing her cautious expression, for fear that he would rush over, Song Bingjue laughed helplessly.

"Okay." He got up and closed the bathrobe on his body.

There was a little red mark on the slightly exposed collarbone. Mu Wan'an raised her eyes and saw that mark, her lips were almost bitten by herself.

Just now she couldn't help herself, she accidentally scratched Song Bingjue's skin.

Thinking of this, she turned her face away, and couldn't bear to look directly at it.

Seeing her reflection in his eyes, Song Bingjue raised his eyebrows, and walked out under her watch.

Until the man left and the door closed again, Mu Wan'an collapsed on the ground like a deflated balloon...

……

On this side, Song Bingjue went out, and Han Xiu came over with a stack of documents.

Seeing Song Bingjue coming out of Mu Wan'an's room, Han Xiu froze for a moment, then froze when he saw the wound on Song Bingjue's neck.

"President." Han Xiu looked away, with a serious face, pretending he didn't see it.

Song Bingjue nodded, opened the door and walked in, followed by Han Xiu.

"What's the matter?" Song Bingjue asked.

"The matter of Ms. Mu has been investigated last time. It is a local snakehead." Han Xiu replied, but he seemed to have thought of something. His voice paused, and he continued: "It stands to reason that they will withdraw the money if they don't complete the order." Single, but..."

Smugglers do things, and those who mess around in the Tao are well known.Taking orders depends on their mood.

If an order fails, they will also return the deposit back the same way, which can be regarded as a good way.

But this time...

Han Xiu hesitated to speak.

"But what?"

"Recently, our people have found out that the snakeheads are still in contact with Smith's people..." Han Xiu said in a dark tone, "I'm afraid they will still be unfavorable to Miss Mu."

As the words fell, sure enough, in the next second, a icy cold shot out from Song Bingjue.

The corner of the man's lips was slightly cold, and he said: "Contact Dai Wen, my identity is inconvenient at the moment, let him bring someone over to check."

"Smith, let someone keep an eye on the company."

The Song family started out as a gangster in the early years, and in Song Zhenguo's generation - they began to wash their hands, but in the end they are still inextricably linked to the line they used to be.

When he arrived at Song Bingjue's place, he turned the things on the road into military affairs, which became much more open and aboveboard.

Hearing this, Han Xiu nodded, and then began to change the topic to De Lun.

When the matter was over, Han Xiu didn't stay any longer and was about to leave when Song Bingjue seemed to have forgotten something and asked, "President, the ointment tonight..."

"No need." Mu Wan'an, who was looking for him by applying the ointment before, now that the ointment is finished, he naturally doesn't need it anymore.

This answer was within Han Xiu's expectations. Han Xiu thought for a while, and finally opened the door and left without saying anything.

In the room, Song Bingjue thought of what Han Xiu said before, and a penetrating coldness gradually grew in his eyes...

……

On this side, the night is hazy.

The red light district is brightly lit, full of noise, and full of drunken paper and smoky corruption.

"Pa—" The trash can was knocked down, and a foul smell filled the sky.

Carrying a sack, the fat-headed man cursed, stepped on a lump of dog shit, and savagely "poohed" the ground before sneaking into one of the black corridors.

In the sack, several painful moans were covered by the surrounding noise.

On the second floor, the man slammed the door open, then threw the sack on the ground viciously, and then looked flatteringly at the man who was sitting on the sofa in a light sleep not far away.

The light was murky, and the man's skin was sickly white. Looking from afar, one could feel a chill emanating from his bones.

Hearing the movement, his eyelashes trembled, and then opened, a shocking coldness seeped out.

"Back?" He asked softly, without a trace of warmth in his tone.

The man with fat head and big ears smiled coyly, rubbed his hands together, and said flatteringly: "I brought it back, that Robbit is very sensible and cold-blooded enough, I don't need to say more, let someone tie this guy up and say yes As long as you don't die, we can do whatever you want."

When the words fell, I heard the man chuckle.

"Oh?" He said hoarsely "Oh?"

The sack thrown to the ground was untied, and Smith appeared inside in a mess.

He was beaten up until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. When he saw the sack being loosened, the anger he had been squeezing burst out in an instant: "Fuck! Who tied me up!"

He kicked away the sack, burning with anger, and was about to stand up and yell, when he saw the man on the sofa opposite, his eyes suddenly widened: "Shen Yu!"

It never occurred to him that Shen Yu was the one who arrested him. Smith was taken aback for a moment, and then he reacted immediately, even his anger weakened a little, "What are you arresting me for?"

As soon as the words fell, someone kicked his knee hard. The pain was unbearable, and he knelt down on the ground with a "slap--".