The President's Best Wife

Chapter 35 35 Do you know it hurts now?

Meijiting stared at her with deep eyes, "Do you know what you mean by saying this?"

Wen Qiao immediately understood what he meant, blushed and said, "Don't think wrongly, I am a serious girl who is sincere in her studies, sir, please don't wrong me indiscriminately."

Meijiting laughed for a while, and flicked her forehead with her fingers: "What are you thinking about in your little head? I mean, a private house in the suburbs is an hour's drive from the city center. It will take a lot of time to go back and forth. I will leave it to you. Not much time to study."

Wen Qiao: "..."

awkward!

It turned out that she was the one who wanted to be wrong!
"Can I live there? This will save an hour." She looked at him eagerly, with eyes that wished for a dog's tail to grow behind her.

"Want to live there?" Meiji court said anyway.

"Isn't it possible? I thought that as my fiancee, I could live with you. Since you don't want to, then forget it." Wen Qiao suddenly became angry.

Meiji Court didn't answer her preconceptions, but took off her shoes, put her feet on her lap, and took off her socks to reveal her skinny, red and swollen feet.

"I don't know how to be careful when I'm so big. My feet are hurt like this. I'm afraid I won't be able to continue practicing in the next few days."

He held her white ankle with his big hand, his palm was dry and warm, he opened the medical box with his other hand, and gently wiped her wound with a cotton swab soaked in medicine.

"That won't work. There are still two days until the selection." Wen Qiao insisted that she practiced so hard to get the solo spot in "The Last Day". If she didn't practice for these two days, there would inevitably be many shortcomings that were difficult to make up for.

The medicinal property is cool and refreshing, it feels cool when applied on the wound, and within a second the wound becomes hot.

"Hmm - it's uncomfortable, hot, uncomfortable..." Wen Qiao is most afraid of pain. She didn't feel it just now, but the wound immediately hurt after applying the medicine.

"Now that you know it hurts, how dare you practice so hard next time?" Meijiting put his head down and continued to rub the medicine, his low voice filled with imperceptible distress.

"I performed too poorly before, and there are many shortcomings. If I don't practice hard, I will definitely not be able to make it to the finals." With her arms behind her, she said earnestly, looking at the hands of Meiji Court rubbing the medicine on her.

His fingers were slender and bony, and he looked strong and powerful while holding the cotton swab.

"You can't become a fat man with one mouthful. Don't rush this kind of thing. If the string is tense, it will break easily. Look at your feet. If you use too much force, you can still jump in the selection?" Meiji Court rubbed the medicine and blew on the wound gently. The hot feeling is gradually replaced by a cool feeling.

The heart is like a feather being gently scratched, crisp and itchy.

Seeing that Wen Qiao didn't speak, she said again: "Take good care of your injuries for the next two days, and then we'll talk about the practice. If you're not afraid of losing your feet, go ahead."

Seeing that he was a little angry, Wen Qiao immediately hugged his arm like a dog's leg, her eyebrows and eyes curved, "Are you angry?"

Meiji Court looked at her without saying a word, but his Adam's Apple slipped gently.

"I've listened to you to heal your injuries these two days, don't be angry, okay?" Wen Qiao compromised coquettishly, no matter how important the selection is, it's not as important as her Mr. Ming.

Meiji Court looked away, rolled down the car window, and said to the cold forest outside, "Drive."

Han Lin Lima opened the driver's door and started the car.

Wen Qiao was in a state of bewilderment, what does it mean to just leave?
"Still angry, I promised to take a good rest, don't be angry, okay?"

Meiji Court looked at her with dark and deep eyes: "Don't be angry."

Wen Qiao pouted, "If you're not angry, why just leave as soon as you say it, and you don't even give me time to get out of the car."

"Didn't you say you want to go back to the private house with me?" Meiji Court looked at her delicate appearance and asked back.

(End of this chapter)