Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

"I know you don't want to take advantage of others, but your current status is the wife of the Song Group. If you don't have property under your name... Xiaosi will also be looked down upon."

Song Bingjue only felt that he had spent all his energy and patience on her when one move failed and then changed another. Song Bingjue only felt that he had spent all his energy and patience on her, and that such a good thing could be done to others without saying a word, but she...

"Anything like this?"

Looking at him suspiciously, Mu Wan'an was suspicious of his statement, "Are you trying to fool me for a fool?"

"How can you think so?"

Unknowingly, he was exposed to the truth. The expression on Song Bingjue's face was a little stiff, but he recovered in an instant, with a serious expression on his face:
"You think about these things too simply. A strong mother will be of great help to Xiaosi's future. Otherwise, think about it, in the same family, why do children with strong natal families get more resources? "

"It seems reasonable for you to say that..."

Mu Wan'an, who was caught up in his thoughts, didn't even have time to think about what was wrong, and heard him say:

"Paving the way for Stoudemire as early as possible is also an issue that the two of us need to consider. Everything I do is for the sake of Stoudemire."

Hearing what he said, Mu Wan'an couldn't utter the words of refusal that were stuck in his throat, and what he said seemed a little too self-indulgent.

Seeing her frowning, Siu Si, who was listening obediently, crawled over, buried his head in her chest and rubbed it back and forth.After being made such a fuss by him, those worries just now disappeared. Xiaosi raised his head, stared at her with big eyes as wet as a cub, and then rubbed her flatteringly. Mu Wan'an's heart was so soft in a mess.

Looking at the time, it was almost ten o'clock, and it was almost time for Tingting and the others to visit. Mu Wan'an had already ordered Uncle Li to prepare some snacks and snacks that children like. When Tingting and the others arrived, what they saw was Sitting on the sofa, the hostess was teasing Xiaosi, and the hostess was a little gentler.

As soon as he saw Tingting and the others coming, Xiao Si's eyes lit up. He who was lying on Mu Wan'an's lap immediately straightened up and stared at Tingting. Although his face was expressionless as usual, but Everyone could clearly feel that he was happier than usual.

"Stop standing here, go say hello to Tingting."

Looking at the brat between himself and Wanwan, Song Bingjue almost gritted his teeth and smiled, and after seeing his son leave, he moved almost invisibly.

After welcoming Tingting's parents to the sofa politely, there was no barrier between Mu Wan'an and Song Bingjue, and they sat closer.Mu Wan'an was originally worried that he would ignore the guests with a cold face, but he and Tingting's father actually had a good conversation, and their opinions on some major issues were surprisingly consistent, until the two men were still talking freely during the meal .

"It really makes you laugh. Every time Bingjue meets a bosom friend, he can't stop talking."

After this period of time, Mu Wan'an was already familiar with the identity of "Mrs. Song", she looked at Tingting's mother, Wen Yingying, slightly apologetically.

Wen Yingying is a straightforward person, and she smiled nonchalantly: "Our old family is also like this. We have just returned to China for half a year, and we don't make many friends on weekdays, and we rarely go out... I didn't expect him to be with me. You are so good sir."

The two women smiled at each other tacitly, and chatted about the short topics of these parents. When they saw the two children with painted faces like cats reappeared in the living room, they were both taken aback.Especially Mu Wan'an, she has gotten acquainted with Xiao Si's habitual temperament these days. This child is a bit of a clean freak, and he always has to take care of himself. Why...

Tingting quickly threw herself into her mother's arms, her small mouth was about to cry, but Wen Yingying managed to coax her, and asked softly:

"Didn't you have a good time with Xiao Si just now? You cried when you said it?"

Mu Wan'an, who was holding Xiao Si in her arms, also felt very strange. Xiao Si was not the kind of child who would bully others, but it was a fact that the little girl cried in her own home. She said apologetically:

"Tingting, just tell me what happened. If it's Xiao Si's fault, Auntie will criticize him."

After finishing speaking, she looked at Xiaosi again. Xiaosi's face was ignorant, and he didn't feel that he had done something bad. Instead, he saw Tingting crying, and his big eyes showed a little puzzlement. There was a bit of distressed expression on the face painted like a cat, Wen Yingying and Mu Wan'an were taken aback.

Before, she was still angry because she suspected that this kid had bullied her daughter, but seeing him like this, it doesn’t seem like that... Wen Yingying couldn’t help being surprised, but the next moment Song Xiaosi’s actions surprised her even more it's -

Song Xiaosi took the tissue from the table and gently wiped Tingting's face. His eyes were extremely focused and serious, as if he was doing something important.

Tingting, whose face was wiped by her, smacked his hand down coquettishly, crying, "Don't wipe it, don't wipe it...you big villain!"

After finishing speaking, the little girl threw herself into her mother's arms again, crying and humming, and finally made things clear:

Just now Xiao Si took her to his toy room. The two had a good time at first. Xiao Si moved all his toys in front of her and watched her play.Then he conjured up a box of watercolor pens from nowhere, painted crooked pictures on her face, and then painted on his own face. The little girl couldn't help it when she saw that her face was so ugly. Just started crying.

"Xiaosi, why did you paint on Tingting's face?"

Mu Wan'an was quite puzzled, and his face was flushed because his son bullied everyone's little girl. Xiaosi tilted his head and thought for a while, then wrote a word on the notebook he carried: "Bride."

Bride?
bride?
The two mothers looked at each other, and the eagerness just now turned into a joke, Wen Yingying's heart suddenly fell, she hugged her daughter who was humming softly, and jokingly said:
"Tingting, Xiaosi is not bullying you, what he means is that with this makeup, you are his new wife."

Tingting still had tears on her face when she heard this, but she stopped humming and looked at her mother: "I am his bride? Mom, what does the bride mean..."

"The bride is that you and Xiao Si will never be separated for the rest of your life, and will always be together."

Looking at her pampered daughter, Wen Yingying took another playful look at Xiao Si who was staring at this side solemnly, there was a bit of anticipation on his face, and he stared at her with big eyes.

"I don't want to be his bride! Hmph!"

Glancing at Xiao Si, whose face was like a ghostly talisman, Tingting snorted arrogantly, and fell into her mother's arms, but her face was stained with a few traces of blush, and she didn't cry.

Looking at the two children, Mu Wan'an and Wen Yingying couldn't help laughing. The children's fights were more interesting than anything else.

After sending Ting Ting's family away, Mu Wan'an looked at Xiao Si whose face had returned to pristine, couldn't help but chuckle, and told Song Bingjue what happened just now, Song Bingjue nodded in satisfaction after listening:

"You did a good job. When you meet someone you like, you should act generously. Be sure to strike first."

Staring at him in disbelief, Mu Wan'an wished to open this guy's head to see what was inside. She quickly covered Xiao Si's ears, carried him into the room, and stared at him as she walked:
"Don't teach Stoudemire badly... how old is he!"

Seeing her vivid little expression, Song Bingjue was a little amused, but he still put down the Financial Times in his hand, and raised his hands as a sign of surrender:

"That's right! Ma'am is right! You must pay more attention to your husband in the future."

After hearing what he said, Mu Wan'an's face instantly became hot, as if a deer was bumping in her heart, "being a husband" is really too shameful, isn't it!

Xiao Si in his arms stared at her face without blinking, and thought of Tingting again, and Tingting was still so pretty when she was crying!However, the blushing Tingting should also be as good-looking as her mother...

Mu Wan'an, who didn't comprehend Xiaosi's ups and downs at all, sat in her room with Song Bingjue after taking a shower, facing the bottles and jars on the dressing table, and was about to remove makeup, but looked in the mirror. I saw the ghostly Stoudemire.

Seeing him lying under the quilt on the bed, only poking his head out from time to time, even if he was angry, he was overwhelmed by his cuteness.

"Small?"

Mu Wan'an wanted to tease him and called his name, but he immediately retracted his head and covered the quilt tightly, as if he hadn't been noticed.

"Okay, Stoudemire, come out—"

I secretly rejoiced that I followed Song Bingjue's advice and came to sleep here today. If Xiaosi found out that he and his father were not real husband and wife... Mu Wan'an was just heaving a sigh of relief, and slipped Xiaosi out of the quilt At that time, Song Bingjue also came out after taking a bath. He was wiping his hair with a bath towel, and he was wearing only a bathrobe. Looking at the brat who appeared in the room, his face that was originally warm suddenly became pale. It went dark, and said word by word:

"Song, Xiao, Si!"

This is the first time he and Wan Wan have shared the same bed after returning to China!
"Why are you so fierce..."

The worst thing to see is that Song Bingjue has a black face and is aggressive with the child. Mu Wan'an immediately hugged Xiao Si into his arms, and stared at him protectively:
"Small Si may be afraid of sleeping alone, so he came to me."

Is he afraid of sleeping alone?This kid was not allowed to sleep with him when he was very young, okay!
Song Bingjue couldn't tell because he was suffering in his heart, so he could only silently turn his head to the side.