The President's Best Wife

Chapter 4 4 White Table, Confession

Meijiniu's drooping fingertips tightened the handkerchief, then let it go.

His soft smile was impeccable, but it made Wen Qiao feel a little sour.

"I remember that it's time for you to go to class, and you have been late and absent from class many times, so be careful to fail."

Look, they met only a handful of times, but he clearly remembers her class schedule and understands her class situation, but Fu Shiheng has been dating her for half a year, but he always asks what her major is, let alone remembers her class schedule .

How ridiculous, but she chose Fu Shiheng because her eyes were blinded by pig feces.

This time, she will make the right choice.

She suppressed the soreness in her heart, raised her head and smiled, her eyebrows and eyes slightly curved with her movements, like two crescent moons, "I remember so clearly? Do you remember what day is today?"

After Wen Qiao finished speaking, she already stretched out her hand.

The man was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and the hand behind him clenched the black PU leather watch box.

"Hurry up, I have to go to class." Wen Qiao knew that he must be ready.

Hearing this, the man still took it out.

Seeing the exact same box as in her previous life, her heart couldn't help but shiver for a while.

She smiled and asked knowingly, "What did you get?"

The air froze for a few seconds before the man's deep and soft voice sounded, "Watch."

Wen Qiao opened the watch box, and there was a TIFFANY white leather watch with a white plate and gold bezel inside. She took it out and gave the box to Meiji Court, intending to put it on her left wrist, but found that she couldn't wear it on one hand.

She stretched out her hand and raised a small face, "You can help me put it on, will you?"

Meiji Court put down the watch box, took the wristwatch, clasped it lightly with his slender fingers, and with a snap, it seemed like some kind of mysterious contract bound her wrist and her heartstrings.

She still remembered that in the previous life, he gave her this watch with the same nervousness, but let her treat it like garbage and throw it into the trash can in front of him.

She watched the hands of the watch keep turning, and her eyes felt hot. Fortunately, she lived up to it this time.

Her wrist is slender and white, and the white wrist watch is simple and elegant, which makes her hands look more slender and more temperamental.

She pursed her lips and tried to force back tears, then smiled.

White table, confession.

I don't know if he knows the meaning of this.

"Thank you, I like it very much."

The man seemed to be relieved, the upward curve of the corner of his mouth deepened, but the movement of rubbing his hair subconsciously stopped when his eyes touched the necklace of murloc tears around her neck.

"Well, as long as you like it, go to class."

Wen Qiao walked a few steps, turned around, and found that he was still looking at her, and a warm current slowly rose in his heart.

"Administration—"

The sound is extremely small, almost inaudible.

Meijiting looked at her peach-colored and moist petal lips, and thought it must be an auditory hallucination, and then heard the girl say: "Mr. Ming, today is my birthday, will you help me celebrate?"

"You want me to help you celebrate?" Meijiting's handsome eyebrows were slightly frowned, a little confused about what she meant, she obviously hated him before, but her actions today seem to be... a gesture of goodwill.

Wen Qiao paced backwards with her hands behind her back, the corners of her mouth curled up, "You are my father's appointed fiancé, of course you helped me celebrate."

Regardless of the astonishment on the man's face, she had already run away.

"Remember to pick me up."

Meiji court didn't get into the car until the girl was out of sight.

The man in the main driver was respectful and asked, "Sir, should we go back to the villa?"

Just now, he heard what Miss Wen said.

Not only is Mr. confused, but even he, an outsider, can't understand. What exactly does Miss Wen mean?
Before, she was clamoring about retiring the engagement, threatening that even if she died, she would not admit the marriage contract with her husband, but what she said just now seemed to be an acceptance of this marriage.

"Go back to the office." The man rubbed his eyebrows, as if he was very tired.

Han Lin glanced at the rearview mirror, and heard from the husband that he was planning to celebrate Miss Wen, and he was afraid that his intentions would turn into a farce again.

The car started and drove away.

(End of this chapter)