Song Bingjue's hand stiffened, and then withdrew it.

Mu Wan'an smiled awkwardly: "I'll hold him." ”

Under the light, her face was fair, her eyes were bright, Song Bingjue squinted, said "um" softly, withdrew her gaze, and then said "thank you".

I don't know if it's because of the harmony of the aura between the innates, as long as Mu Wanhao is here, Song Xiaosi has always been very well-behaved and quiet.

The meal was eaten silently and methodically, and Mu Wanye, under the expectation of the housekeeper, accompanied Song Xiaosi until he went to sleep, and then left.

Before leaving, the housekeeper was still smiling, and his wrinkled face was like a chrysanthemum: "Miss Mu, what a good person." ”

Mu good night.

Good guys? She is a good person, but she still suffers retribution, she has cancer, she doesn't live long, she would rather be a bad person.

He smiled, a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

It was getting late, and Mu Wan'an did not refuse Song Bingjue's send-off.

There was no word all the way, and the scenery outside the window was like ink.

The atmosphere was rare and quiet, and there was no awkwardness as imagined.

On the way, Mu Wan'an suddenly thought of a question: "Mr. Song, if I remember correctly, are you ...... Got a drink today? ”

Song Bingjue grabbed the hand on the steering wheel for a moment, looked ahead, his face did not change, and he was cold: "I have a good amount of wine, don't worry." ”

In fact, he only had a cocktail tonight.

Immediately, he had another meal: "And I drank the decanting soup just now, and the strength of the wine has also subsided......"

Hearing this, Mu Wan'an did not doubt him, nodded his head, but did not ask more.

But, for some reason, she thought of the scene in the restaurant today, and a touch of weirdness passed through her heart.

Why...... She actually had the illusion that he wasn't drunk at all?

Thinking of this, she immediately shook her head, feeling that she was thinking too much.

……

Because of the constraints, the community rented by Mu Wannight is not good, it is an old city that has been built for more than ten years.

Stopping at the gate of the community, Mu Wanyi went downstairs, and before she could say goodbye, Song Bingjue took the lead in opening her mouth: "Miss Mu, if you can, I want to ask you to take care of Xiao Si." ”

His voice paused, and then he was afraid that she would refuse, and said as if he was intentional: "It won't affect your work, and your salary will be opened separately." ”

His eyes flashed, and in the night, the depth from the outside, seemed to suck people in.

I have to say, this is a very attractive man.

Mu Wan'an inexplicably thought that when she was in the restaurant, the drunken man looked at her......

Her heart was hot, but she quickly came back to her senses and refused curtly: "No need." ”

She has a good impression of Xiao Si, but her current situation does not actually support her to take care of Xiao Si.

After thinking about it, she was afraid that the other party would misunderstand, so she explained: "Mr. Song, my current situation ...... It's not convenient, if I have the chance, I will visit him. ”

Seeing that she didn't refuse too thoroughly, Song Bingjue was stunned, and he didn't insist too much, until he watched her disappear into her acting skills, and then withdrew his gaze and left.

……

Half an hour later, the car slowly drove into the villa.

Song Bingjue returned to the hall, and before turning on the light, he saw a small black shadow standing at the top of the stairs.

He paused, turned on the light, and sure enough, he saw that Song Xiaosi didn't know when he woke up, and his dark eyes stared at the door without turning.

As if he had gotten used to it, he walked straight over and took the child in his arms familiarly.

Song Xiaosi remained motionless, staying in his arms, looking at the door.

As if he understood what the child was thinking, Song Bingjue touched his head and asked, "I like it so much?" ”

Song Xiaosi came back to his senses and looked at him calmly, his small lips pursed.

"She'll be with us later." Song Bingjue's eyes lit up and he made a promise.

Hearing this, Song Xiaosi blinked his eyes, then closed them, leaned his little head on his shoulder, and fell asleep.

In his dream, he whispered "Mom......"

Seeing this, Song Bingjue's eyes were soft, and he hugged him upstairs.

……

This one.

When I got home, before going to bed, Mu Goodnight habitually checked the mailbox, and unexpectedly, I saw a wedding card.

On the red homepage, Xu Shuo's two big characters are eye-catching from the outside.