"I also think that Mr. Song is not a person who likes to peek into other people's privacy."

No matter what happened to her and Xu Shuo, Song Bingjue had no right to point fingers.

It's like Song Bingjue's private affairs, she hasn't asked about it.

Song Bingjue's actions made it obvious to her that she felt out of bounds.

Sensing her displeasure, Song Bingjue was stunned, and he also understood that he had just overstepped the rules.

The hand on his lap paused, and a little chagrin brushed through his dark eyes.

"I'm sorry." He spat out the two words lightly and closed his mouth.

Mu Wannight also stopped making a sound, and regained his mood and concentrated on the auction site.

……

Those who come to the charity dinner, in order to make a reputation, will more or less take something away, and Song Bingjue is no exception.

After an auction, he auctioned several famous paintings, as well as a set of jade ornaments from the Qing Dynasty.

By the end of the dinner, it was almost midnight.

Mu Goodnight has always had a stable schedule and rest, and he can't help but be a little tired.

Not long after getting into the car, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

There was no one on the road, and the driver of the Song family drove very steadily.

Mu Wan's head slowly fell to one side, but it didn't fall on his shoulder.

Song Bingjue looked at her sideways, looking at her under the light, with a light makeup on her face and red lips, and a trace of softness in her eyes.

He stretched out his hand and gently put it on the side of Mu Wan's ear, so that Mu Wan's head fell firmly on his shoulder, and his breathing became more and more soothing and shallow because of the comfortable posture.

Seeing this, the man turned off the lights in the back seat, and everything fell into darkness, as if it was a harmony that people couldn't peep into.

It wasn't until a traffic light intersection that the car stopped, and the driver in front, Lao Chen, cautiously asked, "Sir, we ...... now."

Before, Mr. said that he would send Miss Mu back, and Miss Mu agreed, but until now, no one has told him the address of Miss Mu's house......

"Go back." Before the words fell, Song Bingjue made a decisive decision.

Hearing this, Lao Chen hid the surprise in his eyes, and started the car when the green light came on.

……

Silent all the way.

Mu Wan'an slept soundly and was carried upstairs by Song Bingjue.

At the staircase, Song Xiaosi was waiting for him as always, and saw that he was holding a woman in his hand, his mouth was tightly pursed.

When he saw who the woman was, his lips slowly loosened again.

He didn't speak, and silently followed behind Song Bingjue until he stopped at the door of the guest room.

When Song Bingjue sent Mu Wannight into the room and came out, he was still standing at the door.

Song Bingjue touched his head, and then picked him up.

Song Xiaosi wrapped his arms around his neck, pinched two candy wrappers in his hands, Song Bingjue hooked his lips, carried him back to the room, and told him when Song Xiaosi closed his eyes and fell asleep: "Tomorrow, let's have breakfast together." ”

Together, he and him, and her.

……

A good night's sleep.

Early the next morning.

When Mu Wanjing woke up, it was only half past six.

Zhong was stunned for a long time, looking at everything strange around her, she went to bed naked in a trance, and when she opened the door and walked out, she heard a "squeak-" sound, and in the next room, Song Xiaosi happened to come out of the room.

She was stunned, and when she realized that this was the Song family, she was stunned again.

"Xiao Si, morning." She came back to her senses, smiling slightly, but still not recovering from the situation in front of her.

Song Xiaosi raised his eyes to look at her, his big black eyes were clear from the outside.

The two of them fell silent for a moment.