The President's Best Wife

Chapter 211 His obsession with address
Wen Qiao's breathing became chaotic, and her small pale hands tightly pinched the clothes on his waist.

Wen Qiao said indistinctly: "Um... sir... I can't breathe..."

Meiji Court gave her a second to breathe: "Call me."

Wen Qiao was in a daze and didn't understand what he meant: "Sir—"

"Wrong." As he spoke, he kissed her again, and said again: "Call again."

Wen Qiao's brain lacked oxygen and was completely muddled.

"what?"

He was still breathing, and was mercilessly blocked by the Meiji court again.

what the hell? !She didn't even understand what he meant. If this continued, she would die of lack of oxygen.

She wanted to struggle, but all her strength seemed to be taken away by him.

She murmured in a low voice, her voice was aggrieved, "What do you want from me? You tell me, I'm so confused when you're like this. I don't even know what you want."

What a woman's heart needle is obviously a man's heart needle.

Meiji Court stroked her hair and said, "Hey, call me."

His voice was deep and warm, and Wen Qiao was in a daze, "Sir—"

Meiji Court pecked again, "It's wrong."

wrong?But she always calls it that way, what's wrong?

Wen Qiao's breathing gradually calmed down, and her senses gradually returned. She reacted to Meijiting's abnormal behavior, and her face immediately turned red.

She squeezed her small fists and beat his chest, with a coquettish look on her face: "Why are you like this, if you want me to call you, you can just say it straight, why are you still doing it so twists and turns, so that I have never heard of it?" Come to think of it, now my brain is severely deprived of oxygen."

Meijiting smiled, the sunlight projected from the floor-to-ceiling windows shone on his white and neat teeth, glistening, his eyes were deep and his brows were relaxed, as if her actions just now made him extremely happy.At that moment, he bent down slightly, the sunlight seemed to be restrained by his smile and then released together, dazzling and beautiful.

"Since you know, call me. How about it, wife?"

The simple and sacred words were read from Meiji Court, with the piety of praying the Bible, Wen Qiao's little heart was beating, and the temperature on his little face was rubbing at a speed invisible to the naked eye. go up.

She mulled those two words in her mouth many times, and every time she met his deep and tender eyes, she shyly swallowed them back.

"I...can't call out..."

Meiji Court was not too anxious, and slowly guided her, "Isn't it also called before, why can't it be called now?"

Wen Qiao buried her head and muttered in a low voice, "That's different."

"What's the difference?"

What's different?She feels that everything is different now, obviously he was gentle and restrained before, but now he is fierce and domineering like a hungry wolf in lust.

"Oh, it's just different. I can't scream now, so don't force me." Wen Qiao tried to slide down from the executive desk, but was stopped by the Meiji court again, "Qiao Qiao, I want to hear it."

Looking at Wen Qiao's innocent and silly appearance, the raised eyes now exude a glaze-like luster.

He pursed his lips, feeling more and more dry in his throat.

Even the voice of speaking is low and hoarse: "Good wife, good wife, call me, huh?"

Although he was a little obsessed with this title, Wen Qiao was genuinely sweet in her heart. She raised her small face, and clasped her hands on his smooth neck, her big wet eyes were full of warmth.

"Husband, husband, I love you like a mouse loves rice."

(End of this chapter)