The President's Best Wife

Chapter 316 To marry him is to marry the whole country
Little Putao immediately grinned when she heard that, holding her face in her fleshy hands, like a happy little sunflower.

Wen Qiao watched Meizhiting come out holding Little Putao, both of them had inappropriate smiles on their faces, especially Little Putao, who was crying so hard just now, how could she be smiling so brightly?

Wen Qiao looked at Little Putao, and was a little embarrassed to hug her at first, because she was the one who made the child cry just now, but Little Putao not only ignored the past, she opened her arms to beg for a hug.

"Mom hugs—"

Wen Qiao couldn't help but looked up at Meiji Court, her eyes were full of doubts, could it be that she was hallucinating?
There was a smile hidden in Meijiting's deep eyes, and he handed the little putao to her a little bit, "The child is for you to hold, now my father is not as good as your mother."

The words expressed the meaning of jealousy, but the tone was a bit cheerful. Of course, Wen Qiao would not think about what happened in the past few minutes, but as long as the baby is happy, it will be fine.

Also, it is best not to mention the matter of giving birth to younger brothers and sisters.

Wen Qiao was flattered and took Little Putao, holding her with hands not hands, feet not feet, feeling that this was not a child, but a hot potato.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?" Little Putao looked at Wen Qiao suspiciously with her big round eyes.

Wen Qiao came back to her senses, not wanting Little Putao to see her emotions, she smiled and said, "It's okay, what do you want to eat, baby? Or can mom tell you a story?"

Little Putao really wanted to say no, she wanted younger siblings, but she had made an agreement with her father before, and she couldn't mention it again, otherwise her mother would be unhappy, so Little Putao could only pout.

"Then listen to my mother tell a story."

Wen Qiao twitched the corners of her mouth, this...how did she sound reluctant.

Wen Qiao looked back at Meiji Court, and found that he was sitting on the sofa looking at his iPad.

"If you don't want to listen to the story, then... play a game?" Wen Qiao changed the phrase.

Little Putao still pouted: "Alright."

Wen Qiao: "..."

Really reluctant, the strong will in the tone is her illusion?

"If you don't like it, we can change it to something else." Wen Qiao winked at Little Putao.

"I don't like it, I like it." There was nothing wrong with Xiao Putao's smile, and Wen Qiao thought that she must be thinking too much.

A week passed, and the videos on Xinxin.com were gradually replaced by other hot spots. Gradually, no one mentioned it anymore. Wen Qiao stayed here for a few days because the food here was too spicy. I have been accustomed to eating the diet of the imperial capital for a long time and I am not acclimatized.

Although Meiji Court will often accompany Little Putao and Wen Qiao during this week, more time is spent in the places where the local economy is the most scarce. Sometimes when they return to the hotel, it is already two or three o'clock in the morning.

Wen Qiao could understand him. Since she chose him, she chose responsibility.The responsibility he bears is far more than a family, but the happiness of the people of the whole country.

All of a sudden, Wen Qiao felt that she was so great. Her husband was the future president, and she was the future first lady. When she married the Meiji court, she married the whole country.

The sense of happiness suddenly exploded.

Han Lin finally found out about the situation in Northwest Sichuan.

He carefully put away the materials he had sorted out. The torn pieces of paper in his hand were the darlings of the people here, and he had borrowed them from the students here and wanted to return them.

(End of this chapter)