Song Bingjue didn't want to say more.

The last time Chen Xinrao drugged him, it had touched his bottom line.

Song Zhenguo, an old fool, was fooled around by her.

Without waiting for Song Zhenguo to finish speaking, he planned to hang up the phone.

Who knows, as if he knew that he was going to do this, Song Zhenguo was angry, and suddenly, sarcastically, said: "Do you think that such a woman would accept those things of our Song family?" ”

He was full of confidence, and his words were full of badness and certainty.

Song Bingjue was stunned, his black eyes suddenly rolled with a little anger because of his words, and his face became gloomy.

This time, he was silent for a while.

On the side, sensing that something was wrong with the atmosphere, Mu Wan settled down and reduced the sound of breathing.

On the other end of the phone, anticipating his reaction, Song Zhenguo smiled again, and strategized: "What if you like it again?" Do you think you can give her what she wants? Forget about the previous Chen Xinxue, you want the person you like to become the second Chen Xinxue, don't you? ”

The old man said leisurely, his face covered with pride.

After so many years, fighting back and forth, he still had the upper hand in front of his son for the first time.

His words were like heavy stones smashing over, Song Bingjue clenched his hands, and his face was terrifyingly gloomy.

Oh, Chen Xinxue.

Mu Wannight will not become the second Chen Xinxue no matter what.

The anger in my heart was rampant, as if I thought of the things that had happened before, dark, gloomy, and depressed...... Song Bingjue even wanted to kill Song Zhenguo.

Just when his anger was almost uncontrollable, suddenly, a cold hand came to him.

At that moment, it was like the first snow, extinguishing all his fire.

Song Bingjue turned his head and saw Mu Wan'an get up and walked to his side unconsciously.

"Is it uncle?" She spoke silently, "Because of my business?" ”

She knew that since she wanted to become Song Bingjue's shield, she had to be mentally prepared to face opposition and blows.

However, she didn't expect that on this issue, Song Bingjue seemed to bear more than her.

Isn't the Arrow supposed to block everything?

She has this self-knowledge.

Song Bingjue pursed his lips, and the moment he saw her, his eyes had returned to his usual calmness.

The heart was suddenly calm.

"I'm fine." He replied silently, the darkness of his eyes fading.

Mu Wan'an smiled.

Under the light, her eyes were bright and soft.

Song Bingjue's pupils shrank, but in a moment, the mobile phone had already fallen into Mu Wan's hands.

Mu Goodnight's eyes are clear.

For some reason, seeing the cunning in her eyes, a hint of pleasure brushed through her heart, and Song Bingjue hooked her lips.

On the other end of the phone, there was no response, and Song Zhenguo became more and more proud: "So, hurry up and send that woman away with a sum of money...... Xinrao is the most suitable person for you......"

Who knows, the next second, it was a woman's voice: "Uncle, you are not Bingjue, how do you know that Miss Chen is the most suitable person for him?" ”

Her tone was soft, like cotton wool, gently falling.

I didn't expect that it was not my son's voice waiting for me, but a woman, Song Zhenguo lost his mind for a second, and when he reacted to the arrogance in her words, he was immediately annoyed: "You are Mu Goodnight?" You ......"

Before he finished speaking, he was once again cleanly interrupted by Mu Goodnight: "I'm Mu Goodnight, but uncle, you can send me if you want to take money, I don't know how much you plan to take?" ”

She hooked her lips, and the corners of her lips gently sank into a pear vortex, looking gentle and playful.

Song Bingjue was not annoyed, listening to her words, his eyes showed a little interest.

Hearing this, Song Zhenguo directly sneered: "For a woman like you, giving a million is even cheaper for you......"

Million?

Mu Wan'an smiled, and he didn't know if he was laughing at the old man's innocence or innocence.

"Uncle, you are a businessman, you should know that people do not do business at a loss. If I can marry Bingjue, then I can have more than just one million, so do you think a simple one million can tempt me? ”

She had sharp teeth, and Song Zhenguo was so angry that she blew her beard and glared: "You ......"

"So, if you don't use all the property of the Song family to send me away, this million or something, uncle, you better say less, otherwise it's embarrassing." Mu Wan's smile was extremely sweet.

Song Zhenguo was so angry that he couldn't speak.

I heard Mu Wan'an say again: "Also, my uncle is right, I just love money, but your family is very rich, and besides, your son knows that I love money even more, so we are true love, I hope my uncle will not break us up." ”

True love......

Don't break us apart......

What the hell!

Song Zhenguo only felt smoke rising above his head, and he couldn't imagine that this Mu Goodnight would be so bold and dare to talk to him like this!

He slowed down for a while, and was about to open his mouth to reprimand her, but he didn't want to, on the other end of the phone, Mu Wan'an decisively hung up the phone.

Song Zhenguo: "......"

I was so angry that I had a heart attack.

She blinked, returned the phone to Song Bingjue, and bent her eyes: "I was like that just now, am I competent?" ”

She had heard it from Han Xiu, saying that Old Man Song had a thief body, and it was nothing to be angry.

"Hmm." Song Bingjue smiled, thinking of her delicate and arrogant appearance just now, she only felt that her heart warmed.

But in the end, he knew that she came to her to find her on an important matter, looked at the document she was holding, and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

Mu Wan'an came back to his senses, put the documents in his hand on the table, and said, "The head office said that there are some documents that you need to sign and check, and I will scan them back for them later." ”

Hearing this, Song Bingjue sat directly beside her.

The sofa sank gently, and Mu Wan'an wanted to move away uncomfortably, but saw Song Bingjue turn sideways and cross over, blocking her way.

She had no choice but to sit quietly.

Song Bingjue was unconscious, flipped through the information, and then picked up the pen and ticked a few circles on the document: "There is a problem with these data, let them go back and redo it." ”

Mu Wan'an took the information and looked at it, and saw that he just scanned it, and knew that there was a mistake, so he couldn't help asking, "How do you know that there is a problem?" ”

"Because there isn't enough data to refer to." Song Bingjue replied, seeing her apricot eyes in the light, slightly hooked her lips, "Even if it is a primary template, it needs a lot of data for reference, and these are far from enough." ”

Mu Wanwan seems to understand whether he understands or not, but he also knows that Song Bingjue will never be wrong.

She nodded, rearranged the papers, and planned to go back, but as soon as she got up, she was pulled by the man.

She looked down at him, "What's wrong?" ”

Her eyes were clear, and there was no thought of a lonely man or a widow in her eyes.

Song Bingjue, who was originally going to say something to tease her, thought of the phone call just now, and suddenly asked, "What if." ”