The President's Best Wife

Chapter 463 Never Thought Of Being With Someone From That Profession

Xia Xia was dumbfounded by his sudden bad temper.

"Why are you crazy?!" It's a pity that the man has already walked away, ignoring her and jumping angrily behind.

"Why are you like this, your temper comes when you say it, what did I say wrong?" The dog man is really a dog.

Xia Xia waved her fist towards the man who was going away, with a fierce look on her face.

Just because she wouldn't let her live in her house?
This is too stingy, I didn't let him live in before, and I didn't see him get angry. Where did this inexplicable thing come from today? Could it be that a man also came to the aunt, and his temper is unpredictable?
……

At ten o'clock, Wen Qiao received a message from Wen Boshi to board the plane.

In other words, Dad will be home at about two o'clock in the morning.

Wearing a dark silk nightgown, Meiji Court raised his legs and sat up on the bed beside Wen Qiao, with his left hand under his head and his right hand holding Wen Qiao in his arms.

With a low tone, "So happy?"

Wen Qiao read the message several times before putting the screen of the phone on the bedside table.

She turned around and nestled in the man's arms. In her arms was the fresh air after bathing with the faint fragrance of shower gel.

With a warm breath, Wen Qiao arched his head in his arms, and said, "I'm sure you're happy, dad can go home so rarely a year, it's rare to see him once."

Meiji Court lowered his eyes to look at the little girl in his arms, the bedside light was orange, reflecting the little girl's bright eyes and white teeth, her muscular face, her long eyelashes cast a small shadow on her lower eyelid, under her straight nose bridge was Two moist lips.

The suspender pajamas revealed a large area of ​​snow-white skin, and the pale and slender fingers gently drew circles on his chest.

Meijiting's eyes darkened, and he said, "If it was me, if I was still in the army, I would have very little time to come back a year, what should you do?"

Hearing this, Wen Qiao's long eyelashes trembled, and then she raised her eyes to look at him, and said softly, "I haven't thought about this question. Besides, you can go home every day now. I do things like that Assuming what?"

For some reason, when Wen Qiao said that he missed his father, he felt a little sour for no reason. He knew that the man was his father-in-law, but he couldn't help but feel sour.

"Then you can think about it now. If I could only run for one month a year, what would you do? You would miss me too?" He asked in a low voice, and at the same time his eyes fell on the little girl who was clean and flawless. face.

Wen Qiao tapped her chin with her sallow index finger, puffed her cheeks and thought about it, and then said: "Your question came a bit suddenly. I used to never think that I would be with people of that profession in the future. Dad is already that kind of person." I don't want to marry someone who doesn't have a family anymore."

Seeing the man nodded, there was no sadness or joy on the expression on his face.

Wen Qiao smiled with wet eyes, "But if this person is you, then I think I can consider it."

Meiji Court was a little excited by these words, and asked without moving his face, "Oh? Tell me."

Wen Qiao propped herself up, and kissed him lightly, "My silly Mr., what else can I say, you are so good-looking, I like even the bun sellers on the street, who told me I was attracted to you from the very beginning."

Meijiting held her on her chest, and Wen Qiao heard the beating of his chest, "If that's the case and I don't see you a few times a year, then I can choose to stay near your camp, and I can drive A small shop is convenient for you to go in and out for shopping, so there will be more opportunities to see you."

"Follow me, what about your studies?" Meijiting patted her back lightly with his big palm, like coaxing a child to sleep.

"Studies... I can transfer to a local university to study..." Wen Qiao was patted like this, and his strong heartbeat was heard next to his ears, like a lullaby, and her eyelids began to droop.

"Silly girl, how can I be so good, if you don't have this skin, you won't love me?" Meijiting touched his face with a smile, feeling nothing special.

He doesn't like to look in the mirror, usually he only looks in the mirror to see if he is neatly dressed, but he has never looked at his face seriously.

This reminded him that he seemed to have many admirers since he was a child, but because of his family background, none of them dared to approach him.

However, there are always a few people who are not afraid of death.

Dare to hand him a love letter in public.

Looking back now, I really have to sigh that time flies.

Later, when I went to the military academy, there were all men, few women, and some were only instructors.

Wen Qiao's consciousness was chaotic, she lay on his chest, and murmured: "I love you too, I love you always so steady... I don't act arrogantly or impetuously, but I am a confused guy with a romantic face... But, You are willing to indulge my little daughter's thoughts for me, and instantly feel that all your bad things are fine..."

After speaking, the voice became weaker and weaker, and there were still a few words that could not be heard at all, but the Meiji court had already heard the general content.

She lifted the little girl's body from her body and changed her to a comfortable position, he lowered his head and kissed her forehead, and said in a low voice: "You are the only woman in my life, shouldn't it be right to love and pamper you. "

"Jojo, I hope you will never recall those bad memories in your life. I can't bear the fear of losing you."

As he spoke, the man hugged Wen Qiao's arm a little harder.

At night, Wen Qiao had a dream.

In the dream, she went back to the time when she went to the Southwest Military Region at the age of 17. Unlike the last dream, there was a voice this time.

In the dream, she was still chasing after Meiji Court, but this time she was no longer a bystander, but dreamed from her own perspective.

In the dream, she was forced by the Meiji court. He seemed to be crazy, and suddenly started to be violent to her. There was nothing wrong with her liking him, but he shouldn't have forced him. In such a bad environment, his actions were rude without any tenderness.

The pain was overwhelming, like a file tearing away her flesh and blood. The pain made her scratch her heart and lungs. Her nails were deeply embedded in the flesh of the man's junior. Because of the force, the nails broke directly.

This terrifying and bloody violence can be very long, so long that she felt that time stopped and the years were flooded.

The endless pain and humiliation caused her consciousness to sink in sobriety.

"Ah——" Wen Qiao screamed, flailing her hands and feet on the bed, and the sleeping man next to her woke up instantly, and turned on the bedside lamp.

He hugged Wen Qiao tightly and comforted him softly, "Be good, be good, be good, it's okay, it's okay..."

With a low voice and soft tone, Wen Qiao panicked and gradually stabilized.

(End of this chapter)