The President's Best Wife

Chapter 443 Mrs. Ming Should Feed Me
Wen Qiao was wearing house slippers, and because he was focusing on his hands and Meiji Court who had just entered the door, he didn't pay attention to his feet at all.

With her left foot caught on her right foot and her center of gravity was unstable, Wen Qiao subconsciously exclaimed, "Ah—"

The porcelain plate fell to the ground and shattered.

The pastries that Wen Qiao carefully prepared rolled all over the floor.

No matter how quick the Meiji court reacted, they could not teleport to Wen Qiao at the moment when the incident happened, so as to avoid this incident from happening.

He didn't even have time to change his shoes, so he ran over directly, losing his composure because he was worried about Wen Qiao, "How is it, are you injured?"

She helped Wen Qiao up and examined her body carefully, only to find that the palms of her hands were scratched.

Wen Qiao's eyes were wet, and she looked aggrievedly at the man who was taller than her by a head, and she pursed her lips: "Everything fell out, I've been doing it for a long time."

Meiji Court looked at the pastries spilled on the ground, sighed, and said, "Just for this?"

"What do you mean? I learned it from Mama Liu on purpose. I thought that when you came back, you would be able to eat the pastries I specially made for you. Now it's ready, and it's all sprinkled." Wen Qiao was a little emotional, I knew it earlier It's right to watch the road carefully when I'm walking, it's not like I haven't seen him before, so what are you doing in such a hurry.

While she was annoyed, Mei Zhiting had already bent down to pick up a roast on the ground. He opened his mouth to put it in his mouth, but Wen Qiao opened his mouth to stop it, but it was too late.

"Osmanthus honey?" The man took a sip, Wen Qiao pursed her lips and nodded, and couldn't help but persuade, "Don't eat it, it fell on the floor."

Meiji Court didn't care too much, his voice was steady and low, and it sounded very nice to her ears, "It's okay, the servants at home clean it meticulously every day, not to mention eating dirtier things in the past, um. It tastes good."

Wen Qiao just watched him eat all the things he picked up, and whispered softly in her ear, the heat was burning, making her ears itchy.

"Thank you my little wife."

Because of these words, Wen Qiao's temper just now disappeared instantly.

Mama Liu, who heard the sound, didn't have time to pass the dishes to the chef, so she hurried out to check on Wen Qiao, "Are you hurt?"

Wen Qiao shook her head.

Before Hailan and the old man went downstairs, they heard Mama Liu yelling, so they hurried to see Wen Qiao, "Are you all right?"

Her face was getting redder and her temperature was getting higher and higher, she was so ashamed, it was just a trivial matter, there was no need to be so nervous.

"It's okay, just accidentally, it won't happen in the future."

Little Putao ran over, saw the things on the ground, and then looked at Wen Qiao who was surrounded by people. Seeing it, the child immediately noticed the little hand being held by Meijiting, and she stepped on her foot to blow.

"Mom, Huhu, Huhu, it won't hurt anymore."

Wen Qiao was so moved by the warmth of the child's cute behavior, she rubbed the top of the child's hair with her other hand, "Well, mom doesn't feel any pain anymore."

Meiji court sterilized Wen Qiao before going to eat. Little Putao just watched her father wipe her mother's wound, and then put a wet Band-Aid on her before getting up and picking her up and putting her on the child seat.

Wen Qiao scratched her right hand, and she didn't feel any pain at first, but after the band-aid was put on the disinfectant, she felt that the wound was burning, and she couldn't pick it up with her chopsticks. Two bowls of soup.

When washing at night, Meiji Court helped her.

The sound of running water from the sink caused Wen Qiao's stomach to growl, but Meiji Court didn't hear it.

Hungry and want to eat.

Meijiting stretched out his hands to wash his hands in the sink, and Wen Qiao got into his arms directly, leaning against the edge of the sink with her back, and wrapped her arms around his neck.

The man still washed his hands, pulled a paper towel to wipe his hands, and then put his arms on both sides of her body, with a smile in his deep eyes, he asked, "What are you doing?"

"Husband," Wen Qiao called softly.

Meiji court leaned over, the two breathed entangled, he responded in a low voice: "Yes"

"husband"

"here I am."

Wen Qiao pursed her lips, and kissed the corner of his lips, "Zhiting—"

Meiji Court couldn't bear such warm and soft warmth, his approaching breath was getting hotter, he held Wen Qiao's back with his big hand and leaned towards him, "Want?"

Wen Qiao blushed and nodded, and when Meiji Court's eyes were getting darker, she even said, "But I'm hungry now and I don't have the energy"

The tone was pitiful, and those big wet eyes revealed an unstoppable pity.

He took a deep breath and sighed slightly: "Just now you only drank soup?"

He thought she ate it when she was making pastries in the afternoon, so she drank more soup because she was thirsty.

He was negligent.

"What do you want to eat?" Meiji court asked softly.

"I see that there are dumplings made by Liu Ma in the refrigerator. Let's cook some dumplings and write quickly." Wen Qiao rubbed his belly and pouted pitifully.

She said sooner, what else could he say?I can only stop the thought of people buying it from outside.

He sighed and kissed her lips, "Go to bed and rest for a while, it will be fine soon."

Meiji Court moved very quickly, Wen Qiao just went to the cloakroom to change into pajamas, just sat on the bed for a while, before he read half of the book on the bedside, he came in with a bowl of bulging dumplings.

Wen Qiao was surprised: "Have you cooked this? Will I take a bite and it will still be raw in the middle?"

Meijiting took a sip first, "It's cooked."

"You're too fast."

"Quick?" Meiji Court's deep gaze fell on Wen Qiao's face, and the deep meaning in his eyes made Wen Qiao a little overwhelmed.

She staggered her eyes and focused on the dumplings in his hand. She took a spoon and ate one after another. The taste was stuffed with pork and cabbage. She liked the taste very much, but she would get tired of eating too much.

There were still two left in the bowl, and Wen Qiao couldn't eat anymore, so he took a sip of noodle soup to wash away the taste in his mouth.

"Don't you want to eat?" Meiji court asked, and took out a tissue to wipe her mouth.

Wen Qiao shook her head: "I can't eat anymore."

Meiji court didn't mind, and ate the remaining two with the spoon she used.

He asked Wen Qiao to brush his teeth again, while he took the bowl down to wash.

When Meiji court came back, Wen Qiao had already finished brushing his teeth. Seeing the man going to the bathroom, Wen Qiao sneaked at the door and asked, "Does this count as eating in the middle of the night?"

"Worried about being told?" The man was brushing his teeth, his voice sounded a little muffled, but Wen Qiao could still hear it clearly.

She nodded, "After all, dinner is ready. I didn't eat it myself. Instead, I asked you to cook it at this time. Do you think I'm weird?"

"Why do you think so?" Meijiting rinsed his mouth, wiped off the foam around his mouth, and comforted him: "You are a member of the family, eating and cooking supper is your due right, don't be too sensitive, eh?"

Wen Qiao looked at him with misty eyes, thinking: I also think too much because I care too much about you.

She still nodded, and when she was absent-minded, she asked the man to hug her at the waist, and Wen Qiao didn't react until she was directly placed on the big soft bed.

"Mrs. Ming, it's your turn to feed me."

(End of this chapter)