How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1607 Sweet Marriage Chapter 168 Sweet or not?
Nan Mubai lowered his head, looked at the empty bosom, a cold dark light quickly flashed across his eyes, and after a while, he straightened his suit expressionlessly and got out of the car.

It's already the season of flower withering, but the Nanzhai is still filled with the refreshing fragrance of flowers, the small bridge, the flowing water, and the swaying koi carp are too beautiful to behold.

This time I took a different path. I had to go through a long corridor. The corridor was covered with grape vines. Bunches of purple-red grapes hung above her head. They were firm and plump. She was salivating when she saw it. one.

"So sweet!"

Nan Mubai walked a few steps but didn't find her, turned around and saw that she had gone to pick grapes, couldn't help but shook his head, went back and held her hand: "Eat without washing, is it dirty?"

"This freshness is what I want!" She shrugged indifferently, picked another one, and forced him to eat it without washing it.

Nan Mubai hid a few times symbolically, and finally opened his mouth to eat.

The scenery of the South House, he looks at it all the year round, just like looking at the street lamps on the roadside, he can't arouse any feeling. These vines produce a lot of grapes every year. Mrs. Nan sometimes picks them and gives them to neighbors, and sometimes the maids also pick them up. He picked it himself and took it home. He had never eaten one and was not interested in eating it.

"Sweet or not?" she asked, looking up as she wondered which one to pick next.

Nan Mubai hurriedly grabbed her raised hand: "Don't pick it up, you like to eat it, I'll ask the maid to pick some more and wash them and send them to us."

Hao Xiaoman frowned, what's the difference between that and the ones you bought, what you want is the feeling of picking them yourself.

She still wanted to reach out to pick it up, but suddenly heard a 'clang' sound behind her.

Nan Mubai was the first to raise his eyes to look over, and the little smile left in his eyes suddenly faded away.

As soon as Hao Xiaoman turned his head, he saw at the entrance of the corridor, Lin Wanqing, who had black hair and white skirt, was squatting down to pick up the plates and fruits that had fallen on the floor.

She froze for a moment, and was about to go over to help pick it up, but she felt a tightness around her waist, and Nan Mubai had already pulled her into his arms.

With one hand in his pocket, he looked at Lin Wanqing expressionlessly: "Do you need help?"

With a cold tone and a perfunctory tone, it was obvious that he had no intention of going over.

Lin Wanqing quickly cleaned up the mess on the ground, stood up, and smiled softly at them: "I accidentally tripped and dropped something just now, sorry to bother you."

The light in the corridor was soft, and from a short distance, it seemed that her soft and gentle eyes were shining with a thin layer of water.

Hao Xiaoman suddenly felt that something was wrong, but after thinking about it carefully, he couldn't think of anything wrong.

The first time I came to Nanzhai, it was a Western-style dinner. This time, it was a Chinese-style dinner. Almost all the dishes on the table were made by Mrs. Nan. The lady's brows and eyes are all smiles.

Nan Zhengqiao remained taciturn as always, and occasionally when his wife was smiling happily, he could see the corners of his slightly raised lips, which were very faint, and could hardly be seen unless one looked carefully.

Such a quiet person, it seems that his whole world is black and white, only this woman beside him is full of colors, fresh and vivid.

Lin Wanqing was almost equally quiet, but compared to Nan Zhengqiao's natural reticence, she was another kind of quiet, as if she was distracted, and sometimes she would not blink for several minutes.

When Hao Xiaoman was chatting happily with Mrs. Nan, he was occasionally distracted. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see her and his gaze fell on Nan Mubai, without any emotion.

(End of this chapter)