The President's Best Wife

Chapter 192 You do it a little faster, is half an hour enough?

Hailan opened her hands, her eyes red from crying and smiled lovingly: "Baby, come to grandma.

"grandmother--"

Little Putao was put down, and immediately ran towards Hai Lanyin, her short legs thumping quite fast.

"Run slower."

When Ming Wanchen heard Little Putao's voice, he raised his face buried on the ground with a jerk.

Little Grape is really back! ! !

Isn't the place being picked up in front of him his ancestor? !
Ming Wanchen ignored the pain in his back, got up and slapped Little Putao on the face: "My little ancestor, where have you been?"

Little Putao was still angry that he only allowed herself to eat ice cream, her fleshy little hand wiped off the place where he kissed in disgust, then turned her face away, and snorted.

Hailan thought that Ming Wanchen must have done something to offend Niannian, so she slapped him on the back again, and the slap was in vain.

Ming Wanchen: "..." Weeping and chirping, I am so wronged, I really want to cry.

Because he was worried that the appearance of Little Putao would cause Wen Qiao to misunderstand, Hai Lanyin and the old man found an excuse early in the morning to let Ming Wanchen take him out to play. The news of Wen Qiao's coming was completely concealed. He and Xiaoputao didn't know at all.

While the old man was happy that Little Putao was found, he was also very grateful to Han Lin, "I've got more of you this time, Han Lin, let's go first and talk."

Han Lin consciously helped the old man into the house, and then explained the ins and outs of the matter clearly.

Ming Wanchen stood up frantically, but he moved too much, which caused back pain and his face was cramped, "Well, you old man, you actually took Little Putao away and didn't tell me, which made me think it was a little girl. The grapes were lost by me, I was hit by a stick, you pay for it!"

Han Lin glanced at him, and said calmly: "If you hadn't left Niannian there alone, I would have taken Niannian away?"

Immediately, Ming Wanchen felt two cold eyes staring at him, sure enough, the eyes of his grandfather and grandmother wanted to eat him.

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Back at the villa, it was already past four o'clock. Wen Qiao was carried in by Meiji Court in a drowsy state. She originally planned to come back to read books and do exercises, but as soon as she left the Ming mansion, she started playing chess with Duke Zhou. up.

These few hours at Ming's house had almost exhausted her whole body, and she had to sleep well to make up for it.

This sleep lasted for more than two hours.

When she woke up, Meijiting was lying beside her against the edge of the bed. She opened her eyes and sent her arm to her for a pillow.

"Sleep well?"

Wen Qiao took advantage of the situation and arched into his arms, nestling softly in his arms, "Is it time to eat?"

Meijiting's voice was gentle, "Are you hungry?"

Wen Qiao rubbed her belly, eyebrows and eyes curved: "Yes, I'm hungry."

The handsome and elegant man in front of him had doting eyes, the curtain behind him fluttered, and the setting sun fell on the ground through the window, his body was shining golden.

"Eat above or below?"

Seeing him obsessed with watching, Wen Qiao tried to misinterpret the meaning of his words for a moment, she immediately pulled over her thin face and said, "You rascal."

Covered by a thin quilt, the girl uttered a soft, coquettish voice, disturbing the cinnabar in his heart.

He pulled off the quilt covering her face, revealing that petite and exquisite slapped face, and gently stroked the hair that covered her face on both sides of her cheeks.

"I just asked you if you want to eat in bed or downstairs, and you call me a hooligan? Or, my little wife, do you want me to do something else to confirm your guess?"

His voice was deep and magnetic, and it was especially alluring to Wen Qiao's ears.

(End of this chapter)