The President's Best Wife

Chapter 396 Thin is Thin, Those Who Should Have Meat Still Have Meat
It was already three o'clock in the afternoon when Wen Qiao woke up. She stretched her waist, her whole body was sore, and her whole body seemed to have been sucked dry. She yawned.

Reaching out to touch the mobile phone placed by the bed, there are more than ten Xia Xia's messages.

"Damn it, kissed a dog on the road."

"I see you and hit me once in my life."

"Joe, what are you doing?"

……

"You're not up yet, are you?"

"Get up and send me a message."

Wen Qiao yawned again. Her eyes were so dry that she wanted to sleep again, so she didn't want to type and so she replied.

Xia Xia felt as if she was guarding her phone, and replied in seconds: "You won't sleep with your boyfriend, will you? Is this being drained?"

Wen Qiao: "..." Is it so obvious?

Then Xia Xia's second voice came: "Be careful, don't come to class with a ball in your pocket."

Wen Qiao was speechless: "Thank you..."

After chatting casually for a few words, she stopped being so sleepy, so she simply got up, washed up and went downstairs.

Meiji Court is in the living room downstairs, reading a book in his left hand, and trimming the champagne roses on the coffee table with pruning shears in his right hand, and trimming the excess branches.

Wen Qiao took off her house shoes and tiptoed downstairs with her bare feet. As soon as she reached the back of the sofa, Meiji Court suddenly put down the book and stretched out her hand.

The man said slowly: "Are you awake?"

Wen Qiao was in a bad mood. She took his hand and sat on his lap, "I obviously didn't make a sound at all, how did you find out?"

The man wrapped his arms around her waist, and one arm was too much to wrap around, "Too thin."

With a sudden jump, Wen Qiao didn't realize it for a while: "Ah? What's so thin?"

"You are too thin. Someday there will be a strong wind and you will disappear." Meijiting rested his chin on her shoulder, and cut off a rose branch with his right hand.

"Nonsense, it's called being slim, and we have to keep in shape when we dance. Have you ever seen a fat person become a dancer?" Wen Qiao didn't think he was thin, but just felt right. Being too thin is not good, and it's easy to get sick.

Meiji court nodded in agreement, and looked down at her chest from top to bottom, "It's true, thin or thin, but what should have flesh still has flesh."

Wen Qiao turned around and stretched out her hand to scratch his waist. Mei Zhiting was ticklish, and almost couldn't hold the pruning shears in his right hand.

Liu Ma is an old man of the Ming family for decades. When she heard the young lady's voice from the living room, she brought out the pork ribs porridge that was warming in the kitchen. Seeing the two people on the sofa making noise, Liu Ma Can't help but feel a little emotional.

Fourth Master has been a stuffy character since he was a child, he is willing to keep everything in his heart, he doesn't like to talk to others, and he has a cold face all the time.

But three years ago, since the old man beat him up and locked him in the study for a month, he seemed to be a different person. He always had a smile on his face when he met everyone. I didn’t know that I thought he was very close, but I thought he was Yan Luocha. Here it comes.

She smiled and called: "Young Madam, I will put the hot porridge on the dining table, you can come and eat some later."

Hearing the sound, Wen Qiao suddenly stopped moving and slipped into Meijiting's arms like a good baby.

The pork rib porridge smelled the aroma before opening the jar, and when I smelled it, I suddenly felt very hungry.

Mama Liu intended to serve porridge, but Meiji Court secretly waved her hand, Mama Liu understood, and let the two of them eat alone.

Wen Qiao didn't let Meiji Court do anything, she filled a large bowl by herself, and sat down to eat three spoonfuls before closing her eyes to enjoy it, her eyes narrowed with a smile: "It's delicious~"

(End of this chapter)