Hidden marriage wife, too provocative!

Joan really couldn't laugh or cry. She stretched out her hand and nodded the head of little glutinous rice. "Little glutinous rice, don't you let go?"

"Oh." The little guy let go of his hand.

Consciously stand aside and stare at them.

At this moment, Wen Zhaoning really believed Mu Jingxi's words. The little glutinous rice is really cute, really cute.

He doesn't exaggerate at all. The little guy is soft and cute, just like a glutinous rice ball.

The sprout that hits people directly.

Seeing that the little glutinous rice finally took back his claws, Joan looked at Wen Zhaoning apologetically, "madam, I don't know what's the matter with you coming to me?"

"It's all right. Jingxi said you were ill and didn't come to see you. I happen to be free today. I'll come over. "

Wen Zhaoning's words really flattered Joan.

Would it be a great honor for the president's wife to visit her in the hospital?

Her face didn't know how to react, which made Wen Zhaoning laugh, "how do you feel? Is it better?"

"Fortunately, this period of time is quite stable."

Neither humble nor arrogant, decent and generous.

Wen Zhaoning secretly compares qiao'an with Li Qinghuan. In terms of appearance, Li Qinghuan is less than one tenth of qiao'an's dazzling. In terms of ability, Li Qinghuan doesn't have one thousandth of her ability.

What's more, she was abandoned by her biological mother from birth.

The more Wen Zhaoning looked at Joan, the more satisfied he was. The more he looked at her, the more he loved her.

Thanks to her adoptive parents, she was not left alone and suffered a lot.

Thanks to her adoptive parents, she became a talent.

"That's good." Wen Zhaoning nodded gently, turned his head and looked at the little glutinous rice with wet eyes.

It seems to be the little glutinous rice fixed in place by Ma Ma's words just now.

Dark eyes, bright and bright, looked at her wet, like a poor little deer Bambi.

Wen Zhaoning asked tentatively, "can I hold you?"

Little glutinous rice turned his head to see Joan for the first time and asked, "Ma Ma, is that ok?"

"Of course."

Little glutinous rice grinned and opened two small arms to Wen Zhaoning, "aunt, hug ~"

Wen Zhaoning leaned over and held the little glutinous rice in his arms. The little guy had a soft milk smell. His body was very soft, just like a small glutinous rice ball.

"Little glutinous rice, I'm not an aunt."

"Why?"

"Because..." Wen Zhaoning thought deeply. She was Mu Jingxi's daughter. She should call her uncle.

But... If Joanne called it, she had to call her aunt.

The little glutinous rice puffed his cheeks and asked softly, "why, aunt?"

"Because I'm an elder and can't be called aunt. Call her uncle. "

"Aunt?" Little glutinous rice looked blankly, raised his hand and covered his little head, "what's aunt?"

After receiving the baby's daughter's eyes for help, Joan lowered her eyes with a guilty heart. She hasn't told xiaonuomi that Mu Jingxi is her father.

Her father's aunt, of course she wants to call her aunt.

Now, I have to pretend to be stupid.

Wen Zhaoning didn't say it clearly, but told xiaonuomi that she should call it that.

Little glutinous rice was a good child. He hesitated and tangled for a while. Seeing that Joan had no objection, he called his aunt.

"Good boy, will you go to the presidential palace with your aunt?"

The little glutinous rice's eyes rubbed brightly, and his two small arms tightly hugged Wen Zhaoning's neck. "Aunt, is the presidential palace the fun place my uncle said?"