The President's Best Wife

Chapter 39 Chapter 39
"gentlemen--"

Meiji Tei paused for a while while holding the doorknob, and looked back at her.

"You didn't answer me a question just now." Wen Qiao grinned and pawed at the door frame.

"What?" Meiji court asked.

"Am I your only exception?"

The man laughed immediately, seeing her full of expectation, and said with great interest: "It used to be, but now it's not."

Wen Qiao's excited little face instantly collapsed, "Why? Am I not cute anymore or am I not pretty?"

"Think for yourself." After saying that, he slammed the door shut.

Meiji Court's words made Wen Qiao sleepless all night, so that when he woke up the next day, he had heavy dark circles under his eyes.

The daily necessities in Zangya Villa are complete, but there are no skin care products for girls, no lotion, no facial mask, let alone liquid foundation and air cushion.

She rubbed her cheeks in front of the mirror with both hands, what to do to save her disheveled complexion, it was overnight.

After barely washing up, she did facial exercises in front of the mirror for half an hour, and didn't leave the room until her complexion almost recovered.

From the corridor on the second floor, I saw a man in the living room reading a newspaper with a tablet.The upper body is still a white shirt, and the lower body is smoky gray trousers. The villa is well lit, and the morning sunlight comes in from the window and falls on his body, shining like a layer of gold.

The straight and reclining body is leaning against the sofa, the legs are crossed, the facial features in the halo are clearly defined, and the lines of the face are smooth and smooth by the morning sun, all in one go.

What a picture of peace and tranquility in this world.

This is the most stable and peaceful moment in her heart these days of rebirth.

However, he doesn't look like a person who is in a hurry to follow the steps, but more like a retired old man who is at home, flipping through the newspapers to learn about current affairs.

He gives people the feeling that besides being leisurely and comfortable, it is more of the accumulation of prestige that belongs to the superior.

His imposing manner is not that he is always on the verge of swords and swords, showing his sharpness, but more of being deep and restrained.

Hearing the sound, Meiji Court looked up at the position where she came down.

"Are you still used to sleeping?" His voice in the morning sounded low, magnetic, and a little sexy hoarse.

Wen Qiao pulled out her hair, and subconsciously covered her unsightly expression, "I'm used to it, but I didn't sleep well."

Meijiting put down the tablet, got up and made an appointment at the tea table, walked up to her and lifted her jaw, and chuckled softly when she looked left and right.

"The complexion...is really haggard."

It's not all because of him, but he can still laugh.

The butler asked the servants to bring breakfast. Meiji Court's taste is relatively light, and the main thing is porridge in the morning.

She is used to eating spicy and spicy food, but she is not disgusted with his eating habits at all, on the contrary, she is quite used to it.

Halfway through eating, Wen Qiao's cell phone rang.

Warm.

She pressed the volume button to mute it.

Meijiting put down the bowls and chopsticks, wiped his mouth with a paper towel, and said, "No answer?"

"Don't talk about the meal." She put the phone aside, and took a bowl of porridge again, with some side dishes for dinner.

"Well, it's crisp and delicious, it whets the appetite. Think about what you ate before." She finished the porridge and sighed.

"Didn't you just keep talking about food?" Meizhiting couldn't help a small smile when he saw her satisfied face.

Wen Qiao: "Uh...Didn't I finish eating?"

After dinner, the Meiji court was going to the Ministry of Finance, and Wen Qiao was detained at Zangya Villa by the Meiji court under the pretext of recuperating because of his foot injury and because he had no class.

Before leaving, he asked Han Lin to stay and have someone install the bathtub that Wen Qiao wanted.

(End of this chapter)