The President's Best Wife

Chapter 22 Chapter 22

"Miss Wen?"

Han Lin reminded at the right time, "It's almost time to get off work, why don't you and I go through the exclusive passage of Mr.?"

OK, wish for it.

Being watched by so many people is naturally uncomfortable, and Han Lin is a person close to Meiji Court, so the woman he brought up is naturally related to Meiji Court, and walking through the exclusive passage with him can also avoid unnecessary speculation.

The elevator goes straight to the top floor, turn left and walk a few steps to the Office of the Minister of Finance.

Han Lin was going to knock on the door, but was stopped by Wen Qiao, "Let me come, it was originally my fault, I want to talk to Mr. Ming alone."

Han Lin looked at her vigilantly, making Wen Qiao dizzy.

Is it because of her previous excessive behavior that has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, so that he is so wary of her?
She had no choice but to promise, "I will never make your husband angry again this time, or you will beat me."

Han Lin: "..."

He thought about it, because he was afraid that the husband would smoke him first.

After finally pushing Han Lin away, Wen Qiao raised his hand and knocked on the door. Two seconds later, a deep male voice came from inside: "Come in."

Unscrewing the doorknob, I poked my head first, and saw that he was immersed in processing documents. His handsome facial features were in the well-lit office, stained with the afterglow of the setting sun, and he felt a little hazy. The man who worked silently exuded a mature and stable charm. .She went in and closed the door, and tiptoed to his side. Seeing that he didn't respond, she walked around him and covered his eyes with her hands.

The man didn't struggle, she changed her voice: "Guess who I am?"

silence.

silence.

Still silent.

Wen Qiao couldn't take it anymore, so she let go, and the man put down the document, and looked sideways at the dissatisfied girl.

The girl in front of her, contrary to her previous state, was dressed in line with her own temperament. Only his palm-sized face gave birth to a pair of big and watery eyes with curled eyelashes, which looked like a girl when they fluttered. An elf, with vermilion lips pouting like a cherry, tempting to pick.

Being watched by his deep and dark eyes, Wen Qiao felt a little embarrassed, "What's wrong? Is it because my clothes don't look good today, or is there something wrong with my hairstyle?"

She clasped her hands in front of her, feeling a little bewildered.

He sighed silently, got up and poured a glass of water for her, added some honey to the water, and handed it to her, "It's good."

Wen Qiao took it and took a sip. The sweetness was moderate, which was her favorite taste, so she took another deep sip.

Put down the cup, the man took a step, she took a step, turned around, she also turned around, no matter what Meiji court did, she was doing the same thing beside her.

He looked at her, and she looked at him.

"Teach me what to do?"

"Learn from me..." Wen Qiao subconsciously retorted, then realized something was wrong and said again: "You're angry."

Seeing her firm tone, the corners of Meijiting's mouth curled up slightly, with a gentle arc: "How can I see that."

Wen Qiao couldn't say that it was Han Lin who said it, Han Lin also said that he asked her to represent him this time, if she betrayed him, he might be punished, although I don't know if the gentle and refined Meiji court would punish him he.

She lied casually and opened her mouth: "Because of a woman's intuition, you don't have to force a smile. I know you must be angry. You are angry that I am still close to Fu Shiheng, right?"

When it comes to Fu Shiheng, Meiji Court has always been calm, but at this time the fingers hanging by his side trembled slightly, betraying the master's emotions.

But the smile on his face remained the same, still as gentle as the sun, "How do you know that I am because of Fu Shiheng?"

Uh--

He agreed not to sell Han Lin, but turned a corner and sold him.

Because she can know his emotions, there seems to be no one except Han Lin.

(End of this chapter)