The President's Best Wife

Chapter 221 Don't Call Me Mr. Again

The court chose to ignore the words of compliment to the Ming family, and all he heard was her small mouth calling his name——

Rule the court, rule the court...

The soft and waxy voice is so nice. After three years, he heard her call him that again from her mouth.

Meiji Court held her small face, and because of some force, Wen Qiao's small mouth pouted, "Qiao Qiao, call me again."

Wen Qiao was a little confused, why did she suddenly ask her to call him again.

Wen Qiao was a little embarrassed, but seeing Mei Zhiting's expectant gaze, Wen Qiao's heart trembled, and she pursed her lips: "Husband—"

Meiji court's breath stagnates, "It's not this...call me Zhiting..."

Wen Qiao: "...Why didn't you say it earlier? I was so embarrassed just now."

The girl's big wet eyes contained a bit of resentment, and Meijiting's heart surged with emotion. Her eyebrows and eyes were gentle, and she called: "Good wife, call me again."

Wen Qiao was kissed so badly by him, her mind went blank, she was subconsciously guided by him: "Zhiting..."

"Call again."

"Administering the court..."

"Call again."

"Administering the court..."

"I want to hear it again."

"Zhiting...husband...my husband, Meijiting, is it enough? I call you that every day." Wen Qiao looked up at him.

Hearing this, Meiji Court let go of her, her big wet eyes were bright as if nourished by spring rain, and her small and delicate petal lips were sometimes pursed and sometimes pursed, looking very cute.

"If you want to hear me call you, you can just say it directly, why do you always like to kiss me and let me call you?"

Because you used to like you very much, Meiji Tei said so from the bottom of his heart, but he never opened his mouth to tell her.

At this moment, Meijiting gently wiped her red and swollen lips with his thumb, and said apologetically, "It won't happen in the future, okay?"

Wen Qiao pouted slightly, reluctantly forgiving him.

"Okay, you can't do this next time, okay?"

After the man nodded in agreement, Wen Qiao happily took his arm, "Let's go, Zhiting... Husband, let's recall your childhood together."

Wen Qiao walked and jumped around with a smile on her face. In the eyes of the Meiji Court, she was still that carefree little girl who knew nothing about the world.

She saw many hand-built houses on the road, and she pointed to the old wooden houses on the trees, "Sir, did you make all of this? It's amazing!"

As for her freely switching back and forth to address him, Meiji Court just held his forehead slightly, that's all, let her go, as long as his spouse column is her, it doesn't matter what she wants to be called.

What's more, he didn't think the word "Sir" seemed unfamiliar.

He still remembers that Mr. Zhu Shenghao once wrote to his wife Ms. Song Qingru: "You are not allowed to call me Mr., otherwise I will find the most disgusting name in the world from the dictionary and call you."

At that time, he vaguely remembered that the female students in the class were fascinated by Mr. Zhu Shenghao's restrained and domineering, and almost envied their love.

It's just that he didn't understand why they were so crazy at that time, and it wasn't until later that he realized that he was crazy.It's just that if he could understand earlier, how could he and her Qiao Qiao miss these three years?

He looked at the pretty little woman in front of him, the corners of his lips were raised deeply, evoking a charming arc, "I liked to do handicrafts when I was young, and it took a lot of effort to make this small tree house."

Wen Qiao's eyes were full of admiration, and the apex of Meiji Court was filled immediately, "Do you want to go up and have a look?"

(End of this chapter)