The President's Best Wife

Chapter 375 This is Her Husband

fell into a pit...

She just knew, how could he give up the opportunity of the two of them being together and leave her outside alone?
But this is her beloved Mr. Ming, her husband.

Thinking of this, Wen Qiao took advantage of his momentum to wrap his arms around his neck and kissed him.

It wasn't until the elevator "ding" that the two separated and went out of the elevator door. Wen Qiao blushed and said, "It's obviously an ancient building outside, why is there an elevator here?"

"There are two presidential offices in the National Palace, and the other is in the original "Military Aircraft Office". This is a newly built independent office building. It is located in the former building and does not affect the overall appearance. What's more, irrelevant personnel are not allowed to enter here, so there are It will not affect the judgment of outsiders." When the Meiji court explained, a secretary had already come to introduce him.

Wen Qiao was arranged in the reception room outside the office. The modern building and the decoration style of black, white and gray gave off a depressing and dull feeling.

The moment he was about to get up, a clear female voice sounded.

"Brother Zhiting is here? Where is it?" He searched for the time as he spoke, his head had already entered the door of the reception room.

Their eyes met, and the first to look away was the girl in front of them.

She was wearing a chiffon dress, with a ball head tied on her head, curly hair on her forehead, a diamond-encrusted earring on each ear, and a playful and cute pouting appearance. She was only about seventeen or eighteen years old.

What kind of ordinary person can come and go in your office building so freely.

The secretary introduced at the door, "This is Your Excellency's beloved daughter, Miss Shen Qing'er. This is the lady of the finance minister's family, she is—"

As he spoke, he turned his gaze to Wen Qiao.

Wen Qiao understood. When she opened her mouth, Shen Qing'er jumped up and took her arm, "It's Wanqun (qun), I heard from my father before that brother Zhiting has a very temperamental niece. It's obvious at a glance."

Wen Qiao falls sweat.

"Then you've seen Shaoling and Wanqing?" Wen Qiao mentioned the names of the other two nieces, but after marrying Meijiting, she hasn't met the three of them yet. Speaking of which, this little aunt of hers is really...pretty poor.

Shen Qing'er was obviously taken aback, then shook her head, "No, I guess you are Wanqun, are you?"

Wen Qiao didn't speak, but just smiled slightly.

Neither admit nor deny.

Seeing her smile, Shen Qing'er thought she guessed it right.

"Wanqun, let's go have some snacks together. The patisserie is a pastry chef specially invited from abroad in the palace. The cakes are delicious." Shen Qing'er pulled her and walked out. Wen Qiao herself was sitting here bored, Simply follow her to forget.

Along the way, Shen Qing'er kept talking non-stop with a small mouth, rambling about what came to her mind.

Wen Qiao would answer a few words from time to time, she was not so wordy at her age.

Wen Qiao recalled what happened when she was seventeen or eighteen years old, but found that her mind was blank, she couldn't remember anything, and her brain throbbed after thinking too much.

"By the way, Wanqun." Shen Qing'er slapped her on the shoulder. It didn't hurt, but it made her feel uncomfortable from the bottom of her heart. She felt that they hadn't gotten to know each other well enough.

"What does your little uncle like?" Shen Qing'er blushed delicately, her eyes drooped as she spoke, thinking like a little girl.

Wen Qiao is also someone who has been there, so how can she not understand what this little girl Shen Qing'er is thinking, she has taken a fancy to her husband.

Which woman can bear this?
"I don't know. Although my uncle is good-looking, he has a very strange temper. We brothers and sisters are terrified of him." Wen Qiao opened his mouth and started talking nonsense.

(End of this chapter)