First Lady

"Misha, don't be so rude? You should really learn from Madam, that's what you call a woman."

Chu Qiao's favorite thing to see is the angry expression on Misha's cold and unchanging face, it's just too funny.

It's a pity that he just finished speaking, before he could see Misha's expression, suddenly there was a creak, the door opened, and Ming Ye stood inside the door with a gloomy face, "Chu Qiao, get the hell out of here."

Chu Qiao's frightened baby face twitched, and the corners of his upturned lips curved down in an instant.

Mi Sha snorted coldly, raised her chin haughtily and walked in front of him, the pointed heels of her high-heeled shoes unceremoniously stepped on Chu Qiao's feet. [

Chu Qiao wailed, and jumped up and down in pain.

Ming Ye leaned lazily on the door frame, looked at Chu Qiao with a half-smile, and hooked his hands at him.

"Master, what's the matter?" Chu Qiao limped over and asked in surprise.

Ming Ye rubbed her chin without picking it lightly, her face was full of evil spirits: "Do you think Madam is very feminine?"

Chu Qiao became anxious when he heard this, and quickly waved his hands: "No..." It's over, the young master is jealous.

"Then you think Madam is not a woman at all?"

"No, no, no..." He didn't have the guts to say that it's not good.

"No? Then you think my young master has bad eyesight?"

He dared to say that his youngest mother is not good, if even Lan Shan is not good, Ming Ye really can't think of any other woman who can be on the stage.

"How come, the young master has the best vision, and our wife is the best."

Ming Ye was satisfied, and waved Chu Qiao to

"Go get ready. When you meet Nalan Yan, don't embarrass me. Also, get the plane ready. I'll go back to China right away after seeing that kid."

Mingye can only use four words to describe his mood, he really doesn't want to stay in Italy for a moment.

Chu Qiao's expression froze for a short while: "Master, are you in a hurry?" When he thought of those photos, he felt his forehead twitching.

Ming Ye frowned, staring at Chu Qiao's face closely, trying to see something from it: "Why, do you have a problem?"

"No, I think you have important things to do when you come to Italy, but you don't even bring a gift to your wife when you go back. It's a bit ugly."

Chu Qiao's reason was somewhat reasonable, and Ming Ye bowed his head in thought for a while.

He and Lanshan had just started, so of course he had to find a way to make her happy, but...he really couldn't stay any longer.

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