The President's Best Wife

Chapter 3 3 Her birthday, he will come
Xia Xia hated this kind of green tea whore the most. She opened her mouth to speak, but Wen Qiao quietly pulled her back.

Wen Qiao resisted the urge to slap her, with eyebrows and eyes curved, "Xin, you are my Wen Qiao's sister, how can I not understand you?"

A trace of imperceptible contempt flashed across Wen Xin's wet eyes, fighting her, she was too tender.

As long as she casually gives an aggrieved expression, won't a fool like Wen Qiao believe it foolishly?

"I knew my sister would definitely believe me." She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and smiled sweetly, "Sister is in class? Let's go together."

with her?Want to disgust her all the way?
Wen Qiao calmly pulled out her arm that was holding her, and smiled slightly, "It's not on the way, besides, my class time is almost up, and my sister is most concerned about her manners when she walks. I'm afraid class will be over soon, so let's go first , let’s talk about it later.”

The implication is that she thinks she is holding back.

She gritted her teeth in her heart, but still had a sweet smile on her face: "Okay, then Xin'er will not delay my sister, today is my sister's and I's birthday, I will call you after class, Brother Heng has prepared a surprise for us. "

Wen Qiao smiled: "Okay."

The two left, and the warm eyes behind them dripped with darkness.

After walking a distance, Xia Xia pouted, with an unhappy expression on her face, "Are you stupid? You believe everything your sister says. I saw her hugging that Fu Heheng with my own eyes. Asking questions requires a hug? You still say you believe me, I think it's just farting!"

Wen Qiao wanted to hold her back, but she broke away, "You idiot, don't touch me, it will be contagious."

Wen Qiao: "..."

"I know you're doing it for my own good, and I really believe what you say."

Xia Xia stared at her half-believingly, "Really? Do you believe you..."

"Xia Xia, there are some things you don't understand, but you believe me, I'm not a fool, I can tell whether it's true or not." If it was in the previous life, she really wouldn't dare to say this. His eyes were sharpened.

"I hope so." Xia Xia looked at the time and blurted out the word "Fuck", "It's only 1 minute, don't run fast."

Just as Wen Qiao was about to take a step, she suddenly remembered that today was her birthday, which meant that he would come.

She pushed the book towards Xia Xia, "Please ask me to take a leave of absence from the Mediterranean Sea, just say I'm late for a while."

"Hey, please? Are you afraid of failing the exam?" The man had already run away.

She ran to the school gate as fast as she could in her life, the broken hair on her forehead was already wet with sweat, and she gasped for breath and stared at a certain direction.

Suddenly a black Cadillac drove up from afar, and Wen Qiao's heart twitched fiercely.

She was so nervous at the moment that her fingers turned red without knowing it.

It wasn't until the car stopped in front of her that she took a deep breath and looked up——

A pair of well-polished black leather shoes stepped out of the car. The man walked with his backlit. He was wearing a white shirt and had a tall and straight figure. He was about 1.8 meters seven. The early morning sun hit his shoulder blades, and there was a soft halo.

It was hard to see his face clearly, but Wen Qiao recognized him immediately, because this man was still so gentle and elegant when he died in the previous life.

The tall figure seemed to come out of a painting, the handsome face was well defined, the facial features were as smooth as a cartoon outline, and the peach blossom eyes were black and white.

As he approached step by step, it dawned on Wen Qiao that he was the one who had amazed time and softened time.

She could see that he had already walked in front of her.

He took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from her forehead, with a soft and deep voice, "Why are you sweating so much?"

He moved subconsciously, but realized something, and closed his hand.

Wen Qiao regained consciousness, raised her eyes and broke into his dark and deep eyes, like a drop of thick ink, and also like a magnet, able to suck people in.

In terms of prestige and momentum, Fu Shiheng, who was the president in his previous life, is far inferior to the Meiji Court, who is now only the head of a department.

The corners of his mouth always maintain a gentle arc, which always gives people such a warm and gentle feeling, but also gives people a strong sense of oppression in his gestures.

This kind of contradictory momentum seems to be natural to him, which makes people feel horrified and at the same time at ease.

How could such a thoughtful person be assassinated so easily?

When she saw his retracted hand, her heart ached and sore, she suppressed her emotions, and raised her sweet arc again.

"To see you."

　Mr. Ming appeared ヾ≧≦)o
　　
　
(End of this chapter)