The diplomat's little cute wife

Peach garden.

Jin simu is almost two years old, and finally he can be accepted by the kindergarten. This time, the kindergarten has no reason to reject him. Even so, the interview process has to go.

In the afternoon, the doorbell rang. It turned out that several new clothes had been delivered to Jin simu.

Most of the clothes as like as two peas are the same as Jin Yu's. they are even the same style, but they can't have such a small size in the shop, so they can only be customized.

All the clothes are ironed and put in the exquisite mini crystal pocket. In order not to let the clothes deform, the store hung the clothes on the display rack.

When the man in black pushed his clothes forward, Muqiqi was startled. The two meter long clothes pole hung a whole row.

This little guy is more beautiful than his father!

Mu Qiqi is sitting on the sofa in the living room reviewing the information. When he hears the news, he just looks up, shakes his head and continues to work.

Jin Si Mu leans in his mother's arms. Although the information in his mother's hand is obscure and obscure, he can only recognize a few simple words, but he likes to nest in his mother's calf and smell the sweet smell of his mother.

Seeing the new clothes coming, the little guy came to the spirit. Finally, he was willing to get out of Muqiqi's arms and ran to the clothes rack to look around.

"Ma Ma! What should I wear on the day of the interview Asked the little fellow.

"I don't know, ask your dad!" Muqiqi continued to work without raising his head.

In the past two days, she has been under a lot of pressure. I don't know why Jin Hanlin chose Muqiqi as his TV speech translator.

This matter is of great importance. The annual military and political conference in Jinling has attracted worldwide attention. In the next few days, the eyes of the whole world will gather here, trying to find out the military deployment of this country in the next year from this conference. For those interested countries, every move in Jinling these days is enough to affect their pulse.

According to the Convention, before the meeting, the president will deliver a live broadcast speech to the world, and Mu Qiqi is the simultaneous interpreter who was selected by Jin Hanlin.

This is totally different from her previous translation for Jin Yu. The tacit understanding between Jin Yu and her is natural. Most of the time, Jin Yu knows where to slow down, and even he can know which sentence may be difficult for her, and remind her of the key words in time.

Although with the increase of work experience, there are not many such cases, as long as she stays by Jin Yu's side, she has a sense of sureness in her heart.

But Jin Hanlin is different. All the help Jin Yu can give her is almost zero. Not only that, Jin Hanlin also likes to borrow the past to talk about the present. He has made some wordy poems and odes for a long time. He wants to translate them into English in a short time, but also accurately convey the deep meaning. The difficulty can be imagined.

Mu Qiqi has been watching videos and materials every day these days, studying all of Jin Hanlin's previous public speeches, trying to find some feasible rules.

Heavy pressure, let her small head almost blow up, at this time, how can she spare energy to think about her eight Ye interview kindergarten suitable to wear which clothes?

"Ah..." Jin Si Mu sighed, "but I think Ma Ma's vision is better than Ba Ba Ba!"

After hearing this praise, Muqiqi suddenly came to the spirit. His head didn't hurt, and his waist didn't hurt. You know, his eighth master always regarded Jin Yu as a template. His father was right in everything he said, and his father was the best in everything he did. All of a sudden, when he heard his son praise him, Muqiqi's heart was almost happy.

Mu Qiqi kicks Jin Yu sitting on the other end of the sofa and asks excitedly, "did you hear what the eighth Master said?"

Excited little eyes, full of green light.

The noble man is sitting on the sofa with folded legs and a newspaper in his hand. His white feet kick on his expensive trousers, but someone who is always clean is not annoyed. He just grabs Muqiqi's feet and puts them on his legs. He caresses them tenderly, like a clever cat.

"I'm talking to you?" Muqiqi kicks his legs and makes the newspaper rustle in the man's hand, making him unable to read the words clearly.

Jin Yu just raised his eyes to see her one eye, then swept to Jin Si Mu again, asked: "tell me, how can my mother's eyes be better than mine?"

Jin Si Mu blinked, held his head high, and said, "Ma Ma's eyes are really good! That's why I have a super handsome pullout! "

After listening, Jin Yu continued to read the newspaper.

Over there, Muqiqi's face turned green after hearing this, which means that Jin Yu's vision of choosing his wife is very bad, right? This little thing has to damage his mother when he flatters. Sure enough, men surnamed Jin have inherited narcissism and poisonous tongue attributes. Genes are really powerful.

Mu Qiqi hooks his finger to Jin simu and signals him to come.

Jin Si Mu went over and jumped into his mother's arms.

"Eighth master, Ma Ma told you that Ma Ma didn't like to pull it out at all, so you didn't choose Ma Ma Ma to pull it out. Do you understand?"

Jin Si Mu twisted his eyebrows, some of them didn't understand, but when his head was shaking, he looked at Mu Qi Qi and said, "Ma Ma, even if you didn't choose Baba, you have a good eye for your son!"

Muqiqi has a black face. She can't refute this sentence. Her eighth master is really smart and good-looking.

Muqiqi had no choice but to point to a pair of suspenders and said, "just that one! By the side of that white shirt, clean, lovely

But the little guy frowned, not very satisfied. He turned his head and looked at Jin Yu's dress today. He was dressed in black dark trousers, white shirt, a suit waistcoat of the same line, with a slightly open collar and no tie. There was a trace of elegance in his nobility.

Jin Si Mu nodded, "I think today's body is good."

Then he ran to the hanger and found a mini version of the same suit. The little guy looked at the man in black and said, "corn, I want to try this one!"

Finish saying, the small body walks in front, behind the black dress person is carrying that small suit to drive the step to follow behind him.

"I can't stand it! Is my vision so bad? " Muqiqi threw down the information in his hand and ran to Jin Yu, clutching his small fist and beating him.

Jin Yu took her waist, held her on her lap, hooked her lips, grinned, grinned her little face and said: "Si Mu is right, baby's eyes on her husband are really good!"

Here comes "..." again.

"But..." the man turned the tone, hanging enough taste, "I choose my wife's vision is better."

Muqiqi rolled a white eye, but she had to admit that this was one of the few times, someone's narcissism and boasting did not make her feel tired.

Muqiqi ring on the neck, suddenly thought of a problem, "husband..."

Soft call, call the man's heart itch, but next, he felt that there must be no good words.

Sure enough, the little girl put her face on his cheek, dawdled back and forth, and asked mysteriously, "husband, you have such a good eye for your wife. When did you start to like me?"

Muqiqi is ready that the man will not pay attention to her. After all, she has asked this question many times, but every time she is vaguely led by Jin Yu's gentle smile.

"Well..." just this time, it seems that the man really fell into the memory, "when you were five years old, you tore the first love letter that others gave me, and then cried in my arms for a long time."

"Ah? Do I have one? " Mu Qiqi was surprised, but when he thought about it carefully, he seemed to have such an impression.

That year, she flipped Jin Yu's schoolbag and dropped a light pink envelope from the book. Her mother picked up the letter and put it back again. She said with a smile that her brother might not come to play with her after school every day.

She asked her mother why? Mother shook the envelope in her hand and said, because her royal brother is going to play with other girls.

Muqiqi cried, took the envelope and ran to the garden. He ran to Jin Yu's arms and cried. That day, he coaxed her for a long time, until she coaxed her to sleep. The little girl still held the corner of his clothes tightly, but he didn't let him go. So he slept by her little bed all night.

From that time on, Muqiqi developed the habit of pinching his clothes. It seems that from that time on, as long as it's Jin Yu's clothes, others can't touch them, especially by other girls. After all, if Muqiqi saw them, the little girl would cry.

Muqiqi came back and continued to ask, "and then?"

"When you were eight years old, your teacher's mother never came back. Besides going to school, you spent most of your time with me."

In that year, Jin Yu was only 18 years old. When he was supposed to be in love, he was full of little girls.

"When I was sixteen." The man hesitated and looked at her. There was no tenderness in his eyes. He said in a slightly educational tone, "you wrote your first love letter."

Mu Qiqi is surprised. How does he know that she wrote a love letter to Xin ziyao?

Without giving her too much time to think, the man continued, "I tore it up!"

"What? Did you tear it? " Mu Qiqi twists his brows. No wonder Xin ziyao has been indifferent to her all the time.

"Yes, and more than one." A man's light sentence, cold lips light hook.

It turns out that Xin ziyao didn't receive those letters at all, but mu Qiqi said so many strange things in front of Xin ziyao. At that time, Xin ziyao must have thought that she was a madman. If she were a boy, she would not like such a psycho!

"You've gone too far!" Muqiqi fully understood.

"I learned from you." A light man.

Mu Qiqi was speechless. After all, Jin Yu's letter was torn by her. Even Jin Yu's college admission notice was mistakenly thought to be a love letter written by someone else, and she tore it up.

Jin Yu raised his eyes to see the time on the floor clock, picked her up, Wei Ran got up, "change clothes, we should go."

Muqiqi is not willing to kick his legs in his arms, "you haven't answered my question?"

Jin Yu looked down at her. What's the problem? When did you like her?

It's like he can't tell.

It seems that from the first time she spoke and vaguely called him "brother", the responsibility was imposed; Perhaps from the first time she tore his love letter and wailed, she wrote down her worries; Perhaps when she was lying beside his desk, copying his handwriting, her heart was affected; Or, when she said his license plate must be 5277, the promise was made

Who can tell?

There is no answer to this question.

After a while, Muqiqi changed into a white dress with long hair and delicate makeup. As long as she said less, she looked very dignified and elegant.

Back in the living room, Jin simu had changed his new clothes. When he saw Mu Qiqi, he asked, "Ma Ma, how nice is it?"

Muqi nodded.

But the little guy took another look at Jin Yu, and dad changed his clothes again. This time, he was dressed in a dark gray suit, full of gentlemanly elegance.

As like as two peas, he turned around and ran back to the clothes rack, but he could not see anything like his father. The little boy pucked his mouth out and pulled the cloak of the black man's clothes. phone! I want the dress on Dad! "

Jin Yu looked at it, slightly hooked his lips, swept over Mu Qiqi's waist, and said softly, "let's go!"

"Tell the eighth master that we are leaving?" Muqiqi looks at him.

Jin Yu shook his head, "he's busy, I won't look for you."

Muqiqi smiles. It seems that he is waiting for the designer to come, measure the size and ask for perfection. He is really busy.

**

An hour later, the presidential palace.

Jin Yu takes Mu Qiqi by the hand and walks to the president's office.

Jin Yu rubbed her little hand, and the girl's palm was covered with cold sweat.

"Nervous?" The man looked at her and asked.

Mu Qiqi shakes her head. With Jin Yu by her side, she feels more secure.

After the live broadcast of the speech on TV, there was a regular dinner. At this time, Jin Yu was supposed to be in the reception room of the banquet hall, but he was still worried about her and decided to accompany her.

When he came to the door of the president's office, the Secretary General stood at the door and bowed to them respectfully, "Mr. and Mrs. Jin!"

"Who's in there?" Jin Yu asked, and even the secretary was blocked out. It was obvious that the content of the conversation was not just "confidential".

"Director of the national security intelligence agency, Nan Huaqing." The Secretary General responded respectfully.

Jin Yu nodded slightly, looked at Mu Qiqi and said gently, "wait here, is it cold?"

After that, he took off his suit and put it on for her. For the sake of being photographed, she wore a little thin. The temperature in the room was ok, but in the corridor, it was hard to avoid getting cold because of the wind.

Because of the close distance, when she closed her clothes, the man took advantage of the situation and gave her a kiss on the tip of her forehead.

The Secretary General lowered his head and laughed to himself. Jin Hanlin was very considerate to xuanyaru. Unexpectedly, when he came to his son, he was even better than Laozi.

On weekdays, at least Jin Hanlin and his wife know how to avoid their subordinates, but Jin Yu seems to be alone. After all, it's good to be young.

After a while, the door of the office opened.

Nanhuaqing came out, and her eyes fell on Muqiqi. She was really amazed by the appearance in front of her. Her appearance and behavior were elegant. She gently held Jin Yu's arm, calm and graceful.

"Qiqi is so big." Nanhua smiles and leans slightly. "It's time to call Mrs. Jin."

Muqiqi also owes a body in a hurry, "Hello!"

She was flattered to see that a person so many years older was so respectful to her. Although she was worthy of being the prime minister's wife, she still felt uneasy.

Nan Huaqing looked at her and said, "last time I saw Mrs. Jin, you were just a little girl who came to me."

"Is it?" Muqiqi smiles. She doesn't remember.

"Your father and I are classmates. Yuanru left early. If he knows that his daughter is so generous now, he will be comforted."

After a few pleasantries, Jin Yu looked at Mu Qiqi and said, "go ahead, I'll go to see you later."

Muqi nodded and said goodbye. Don't go into the office.

"Mr. Jin!" Nanhua Qing looked at Jin Yu and said respectfully, "official business is in the body. Excuse me for taking the lead."

"Wait!" Jin Yu stopped him.