The President's Best Wife

Chapter 16 16 My name is Ming Wanchen, welcome to flirt
Wen Qiao resisted the movement of pushing him away, even though she was disgusted, she still took his arm, smiling coquettishly: "It's not too late, I didn't wait long."

The boy who asked Wen Qiao for his contact information stood up and said coldly, "Really, beauty, I remember that you have been waiting here for more than an hour. I thought you were the only one who came up to strike up a conversation, but you have a man My friend, he made you wait for such a long time, is he still a man?"

Fu Shiheng's face was ugly, his slanted eyes widened, "You don't need to take care of my girlfriend's affairs."

The boy put his hands in his pockets, with an arrogant and unruly appearance, the corners of his mouth hooked and hehe twice, "No matter how wide your eyes are, there are only a few gaps. If you want to stare at me, I suggest you bury a thread, girl, you must think he has something wrong." Am I handsome?"

Although Wen Qiao didn't show much on his face, he gave the young man a thumbs up in his heart, feeling that he was sent by heaven to assist him.

When it was said that his eyes were small, Fu Shiheng's face became even darker. He had never questioned his appearance so much before.

"It's reasonable to make my girlfriend wait for more than an hour, why are you so scumbag."

"you……"

Fu Shiheng's face was so dark that ink dripped out, Wen Qiao shook his arm gently, and slightly curled his small mouth with a sense of aggrieved, "Shiheng, I'm sorry, it's all because I heard you say I'm so excited to make up for my birthday, and you came so early that people said you."

Hearing her soft-spoken, shy and helpless appearance, he suddenly felt a softness in his heart, and even if he was angry, he was calmed down by the girl in his arms.

He held her hand gently, and in his eyes was the tenderness that she had never seen in the six months of dating with him. This kind of tenderness was very similar to the warmth he had in his previous life before his death.

She had a sweet smile on her face, but her heart was as cold as winter.

"It's not your fault, it's my fault. If I had finished my work earlier, you wouldn't have waited so long."

The boy looked at Fu Shiheng coldly, with an evil smile on his handsome face, "Oh, I remembered, my mother always said that the excuse of a scumbag is that he is busy with work and has no time, so you are a common trick of a scumbag ?”

The anger that Fu Shiheng had finally calmed down was angered by him again, and he wanted to hit him with a punch, but the boy easily grabbed his wrist, and instead kicked Fu Shiheng to the ground with a clever force.

Wen Qiao pretended to be shocked and helped Fu Shiheng up, blaming the boy, but there was a clear smile in his eyes.

"Why are you like this? Even if my boyfriend is not as good-looking as you, as skilled as you are, and as tall as you, so what, no matter how good you are, I don't like you."

Compared with Wen Qiao, Fu Shiheng's face became even uglier, but seeing her wet eyes and obvious concern for him, although he was angry, he gradually calmed down.

A gentle smile overflowed his handsome face: "Thank you, Qiao Qiao, for caring about me so much."

Wen Qiao lowered her head, but there was no emotion on her face. Fu Shiheng only thought she was shy, and gently hugged her into his arms. The girl's clean and elegant body fragrance floated into the nasal cavity, stimulating the most primitive hormone secretion in the male body.

Seeing them hugging each other, the boy thought it was an eyesore, so he deliberately approached Wen Qiao, with the corner of his mouth slanted, looking slightly ruffian but full of handsomeness, and deliberately whispered: "Qiao Qiao? That sounds good, my name is Ming Wan Chen, a third-year student in the Department of Acting, welcome to flirt."

(End of this chapter)