The President's Best Wife

Chapter 383 Where did Ming Wanchen die?
Wen Qiao looked up at the girl who spoke, and made a sunflower-like smiling face towards her.

"Shaoling, help Niannian bring the soft spoon, this steel spoon may cut your mouth." Meijiting didn't look up, and spoke as if casually.

"Oh~ good." The moment he got up, he immediately realized that something was wrong, "Uncle, I won't take someone like you."

At this time, Wen Qiao had already noticed the girl named Shaoling. She had heroic eyes and brows without the warmth that a little girl should have. Although she was wearing a skirt, she was not as comfortable as the other two. You should get used to it. Wear trousers.

This should be a strong girl.

Then the other one who smiles like a sunflower is Ming Wanqing.

"What happened?" Meiji Court asked knowingly, but his face was serious.

"We originally wanted my aunt to guess who we were. Didn't your shouting give away? You are reluctant to tease my aunt. Although we are juniors, be careful that we will eat it." Wan Wan Haru explained, the smile on her face proved that she was not upset by being destroyed by the Meiji Court.

"Okay, okay, it's my uncle's fault, okay, I didn't pay attention to your conversation just now."

Wen Qiao sighed, what kind of fairy child this must be, he was raised so well by the general.

Shaoling puffed his mouth, got up and went to the kitchen, took the soft spoon of Little Grape.

Little Putao thanked Ruanuonuo: "Thank you Sister Shaoling."

The soft voice was particularly painful, Ming Shaoling suddenly softened his face, and said, "You're welcome, little girl."

The family had a banquet under the silver bell-like laughter of the little grape.

This meal was much easier than meeting the parents for the first time, mainly because the three nieces were very enthusiastic and directly greeted the uncle and aunt for a drink.

The three girls looked at each other, stood up and held the drink from years ago, and said: "It's the first time we see my aunt, we are very happy, so we juniors use drinks instead of wine, toast my uncle and my aunt, and wish my uncle the best of luck." I have a good relationship with my little aunt for a hundred years and have a baby early. Hey, uncle, you can't play tricks with your little aunt, we are going to respect you one by one, so we can't drink together."

"This...don't get drunk." Wen Qiao held the cup she had just put to her mouth. In fact, she was already feeling dizzy now. No one in the family had a drink. She didn't expect her flow to be so good .

The person who leaned over from Meiji Court put his arms around his little head, and said softly, "Hey, I won't drink the last cup."

Wen Qiao nodded in a daze, and the three little girls stopped booing when they saw that the little aunt was indeed drunk.

Wen Qiao drank the last glass of wine in Yiyan, and was carried upstairs by the Meiji Court.

Little Putao wanted to follow, but was stopped by Hai Lanyin, "What happened when you went, it's better not to make trouble, there is father to take care of mother."

"Then why do you want to drink, drinking is not a good baby." Little Putao patted his face with his fleshy hands, his big round eyes were full of doubts.

"Uncle and aunts are very happy to see Nian Nian's mother. It's rare for a family member. This is a festive wine to drink because of happiness. It's not a bad thing." Uncle Ming Chaozhou sat next to Helan Yin, rubbing the little grapes with his big hands With a small head, seeing the child nodding with half understanding, he liked the fourth child more and more in his heart.

Hearing the unbelievable bastard of his own family, he couldn't get angry at all.

"Where did Ming Wanchen die?" Ming Chao looked around on Thursday, and then looked at his wife Zhou Muwan.

(End of this chapter)