Uncle's little cute wife

Chapter 1117 1218-1219 Going to a Place

"Uncle, what are you doing?"

After seeing Bo Jinxiu's tendency to get out of bed, Xiao Qiangan's face was full of confusion.

She glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, it was already past eleven o'clock in the evening.

Did this guy get out of bed to go out?

"It's nothing."

Then Bo Jinxiu said in an excited voice, "Girl, the weekend of this week is an auspicious day."

"And then?"

"And then we'll get married."

What Bo Jinxiu said was so reasonable, he felt that they could get married at any time.

"Fart, you haven't proposed yet."

Xiao Qianqian then said, "If there is no romantic way to propose, I will not marry you."

Bo Jinxiu helped his little wife dry her hair very flatteringly.

"Don't worry, there will be marriage proposals."

"It's more or less the same." Xiao Qianqian relaxed his body and enjoyed the feeling of being wiped by Bo Jinxiu's hair, with a look of satisfaction on his face.

In her mind, when they first met, she didn't know that he was the all-powerful king in Rongcheng.

It was just to escape the persecution at home, so he randomly chose a man to marry.

At that time, all she thought about in her heart was revenge, but she didn't expect that after she was arrested, she found a good husband from the nation and came back.

Xiao Qianqian's thoughts were racing, and he slowly fell asleep.

Early the next morning, when Xiao Qianqian woke up, Bo Jinxiu who was lying beside him had already disappeared.

"Where did you go?" Xiao Qianqian got off the bed with surprise on his face.

Suddenly, there was a black box on the table in the bedroom.

Xiao Qianqian couldn't help but look at the box twice, she remembered that when she fell asleep last night, it seemed that the box hadn't been on the table yet.Could it be something from the black-bellied uncle?

Thinking of Xiao Qianqian walking to the table and shaking the box in his hands, it was quite heavy.

What's in it?

Xiao Qianqian couldn't control his curiosity, so he opened the box directly.

Unexpectedly, there was a light pink evening dress inside.

This evening dress looks very light and thin, like the wings of a butterfly.

Xiao Qianqian took out the evening dress directly, and spread it on the sofa.

Sure enough, the whole shape of this evening dress is like a butterfly that has always been lifelike.

When the skirt is fully spread out, it looks like a butterfly fluttering its wings, making people unable to move their eyes away at the first sight.

Just when Xiao Qianqian wanted to put down the box in his hand, he found that there was a heart-shaped card inside the box.

What is this?
Xiao Qianqian took out the card, and after calling it, he saw a vigorous and powerful sentence appearing on it:
【Are you awake?My princess, please put on this evening dress and come out. 】

To Xiao Qianqian, this simple sentence of love seemed to carry an irresistible force.

After Xiao Qianqian took off his pajamas, he put on this evening dress.

Her big wavy long curly hair was loosened casually, and she looked like a princess who had slept in a castle for a long time and then suddenly woke up.

Xiao Qianqian stepped on the soft carpet and walked out with his bare feet.

As soon as the bedroom door was opened, two servants in maid uniforms appeared in front of her.

One person held a pair of white diamond-encrusted high-heeled shoes. On both sides of the high-heeled shoes, there was a pair of very small and delicate butterfly wings, which looked absolutely beautiful.

Another holds a crown in both hands.

The moment Xiao Qianqian first appeared, the servant with the high heels in his hands squatted down, lifted up one of Xiao Qianqian's feet respectfully, and then helped her put the shoes on.

That crown was also worn on top of Xiao Qianqian's head.

"Madam President, this is what my husband asked me to hand over to you."

The woman holding the crown in her hand just helped Xiao Qianqian put on the crown, and then handed a card in her hand to Xiao Qianqian.

"Give it to me?" Xiao Qianqian stretched out his hand and pointed at himself, thinking in his heart, could it be that what was written on this palm of paper was a guide?

(End of this chapter)