The President's Best Wife

Chapter 263 Men, Women

"Ma'am, sir ordered me to call you downstairs for breakfast." The voice of the old housekeeper came from outside the door.

Wen Qiao hurriedly put on her clothes, combed her hair and opened the door to go out.

She wandered down to the living room downstairs and asked, "Where's sir?"

The old butler smiled, the wrinkles on his face made him look very kind, "Mr. is trimming the flowers and plants in the garden. This was originally done by the servants at home, but Mr. is rarely free to do it himself, and I have not continued to stop it." .”

Wen Qiao always felt that he deliberately explained as if he was worried that she would suddenly criticize her.

To be able to stay in the Ming family for so long must not be some stupid brain.

Wen Qiao just saw it through but didn't say anything, and nodded clearly, "I see."

Wen Qiao didn't have porridge for breakfast, and ran to the back garden with a sandwich in his hand.

The sun at nine o'clock in the morning is not too strong, but it is not gentle either. The image of a man in light-colored home clothes, slightly bowed and carefully trimming the grass and trees suddenly broke into the eyes.

The sun above his head shone on his tall body, and the feeling was like seeing a god being transformed into a golden body with his own eyes. It was an indescribable heartbeat.

He was wearing a pair of white pruning gloves. The heavy pruning looked so light and flexible in his hands. He pruned carefully and well, as if he often did this kind of thing.

She looked at it seriously, and she looked a little crazy, so that half of the sandwich in her hand was broken and fell to the ground without knowing it.

Meiji Court noticed the sound behind her, and when she turned around, Wen Qiao was wearing a sleeveless loose bohemian dress, revealing her round shoulders, and the murloc tear necklace on her swan neck made her slender and delicate collarbone sexy and charming. She stood under the sun pavilion, and the breeze blew her skirt like a blooming flower.

He took off his gloves and reached out to her.

"Jojo, come here."

Wen Qiao came back to her senses and couldn't help smiling. Meiji Court only noticed her walking posture.

She was not wearing underwear.

When Wen Qiao put his hand on his, Meiji Court pulled him in front of him with a strong force, and he was smothered in the fragrance of vanilla.

She didn't understand why he made such a sudden movement, but she heard Meiji Court say, "Why don't you wear it?"

Wen Qiao was a little puzzled, "What are you not wearing?"

Could it be that he prepared other clothes for himself?No, why didn't she see it?
Meijiting raised his hand to cover her chest, and squeezed it incidentally, "What do you think?"

He raised his eyebrows, a little more dangerous.

Wen Qiao blushed, and explained: "I don't need to go out when I think about it, and there are no outsiders at home, so I should..."

"Don't need to wear it?" Meiji Court interrupted her and said it himself, and then he sighed: "Qiao Qiao, my wife, you said that I should do better with your stupid appearance, do you know Every man has a strong possessive desire, so strong that he wants to hide you from the light and the years, but ah, I hate that you have no freedom, that you are unhappy, and that you even frown slightly, so I occasionally test for me. Don't think about it, huh?"

Wen Qiao felt that this logic was unreasonable. She was just not wearing underwear. Besides, she didn't need to wear this kind of tube top dress with breasts. There's no need to be so particular about it, right?

What's more, can this matter be confused with the man's desire for dominance and her not thinking about him?
Sometimes she thinks that men are the most complicated creatures, and women can only make trouble for no reason, but men are different, he is used to leaving half of what he says, and then let people guess out of thin air.

(End of this chapter)