The President's Best Wife

Chapter 120 Chapter 120
Wen Qiao came out of the dormitory building and was immersed in sending text messages to Meiji Court. As soon as he entered what he wanted to say, before he could send it, his phone was suddenly taken away.

Just as he was about to get angry about which grandson it was, he turned his head and saw a tall man wearing sunglasses. He was wearing black trousers and a white shirt. Forearm, with one hand in his pocket and the other hand holding her mobile phone, he seems to have been in this black and white match for a long time, without much change, but this is how he always gives people a sense of calmness.

Even wearing sunglasses, he still couldn't hide his beautiful and elegant face. On the contrary, wearing sunglasses made his facial features more three-dimensional and prominent.

"Walking and looking at your phone, aren't you afraid of falling?" His voice was deep and magnetic, a typical "subwoofer" in Xia Xia's mouth, no matter what he said, it was easy to hear and could make the ears pregnant.

Regardless of whether there were other people around, she threw herself into his arms directly, "Why did you come here earlier than usual today?"

Meiji court rubbed her head, "Don't like it?"

Wen Qiao nodded in his arms, "I like it, I like it."

Because of Fu Shiheng, she didn't dare to get too close to Meizhiting easily, and kept some distance from him, but she could still hear each other talking.

"Whatever you want to eat, I'll call the chef at home to prepare it." Since Wen Qiao mentioned home, the Meiji court returned the villa to the word "home".

Wen Qiao didn't notice anything wrong, but she was in a good mood when she thought that Fu Shiheng had entered the detention center, so she planned to do it herself.

Meiji court asked her: "Are you sure you can come by yourself, don't you want to help?"

Wen Qiao tilted her head slightly and smiled at him with crooked brows and eyes, her big watery eyes were stained with the sunset for a long time, shining golden light.

"It would be best if you could help."

When he was about to leave the school gate, Ming Wanchen saw a man whose back was similar to his little uncle, and wanted to identify him carefully. That man had already left the school gate and turned left.

Because Wen Qiao was one step ahead, Ming Wanchen did not see Wen Qiao's figure.

Ming Wanchen took out his phone, intending to confirm, but he was also worried that his uncle would punish him as an excuse to teach his younger sister to read and recognize characters. He remembered that the last time he taught his younger sister to recite "Thousand Characters" because he didn't know many characters, he was severely punished by his younger sister. After laughing hard, the little uncle complained to him as soon as he got home, saying that he was illiterate.

He was so wronged that his imposing 21-year-old junior was called illiterate by a two-year-old milk baby, and he was humiliated to death.

Therefore, his little uncle and little sister would never dare to provoke him easily, even if he didn't make this call.

Back at the villa, Meijiting and Wen Qiao changed into home clothes. Meijiting's home clothes were usually dark-colored, and Wen Qiao bought several sets of dark-colored home clothes to match him.

Both of them were wearing dark blue home clothes today. The man looked a lot more homely, his body no longer had an imposing manner, and he looked more like a family man, especially when he wore an apron to pick vegetables.

When entering the kitchen, Wen Qiao saw Meizhiting slightly bending to pick and wash the vegetables. The sound of rushing water seemed to become beautiful music, gradually creating ripples on Wen Qiao.

She never dared to imagine that one day the powerful Meiji court would become a man who washes his hands and washes his hands, but this scene really happened.

With a sweet wave in her heart, she walked over and put her arms around the man's waist from behind, pressing her face against his broad back, "Sir, I really want time to stop at this moment."

(End of this chapter)