The President's Best Wife

Chapter 280 Wen Qiao Turned into a Clay Figurine

The Meiji court searched for about 10 minutes. Where could she go to such a big place?

Is it possible to leave?
He pulls out his phone, no service.
Fuck!
After so many years, it was rare for him to swear.

Three years ago, he had already tried to lose her, and this time he couldn't let her leave him just like that.

He strode away from the entrance of the village, but saw a clay figurine in the lotus root field.

He just glanced at it, and he was sure that this clay figurine was Wen Qiao.

Three years had made him memorize every feature of her.

The anxiety was instantly extinguished.

The feeling of being lost and found is like a heart that has been declared dead, jumping suddenly and coming alive.

Touching the pitiful look in Wen Qiao's wet almond eyes, Meiji Court couldn't feel angry at all, on the contrary, he was more distressed.

He took a few deep breaths, suppressed the throbbing in his heart, walked over with long legs, and asked, "How did you make it like this?"

Wen Qiao's aggrieved eyes looked as if she was about to cry, "I thought the air in the early morning was very good, so I went out for a walk and saw a pair of beautiful ducks, but I didn't pay attention when I walked by..."

Meiji court slightly sighed, "So it slipped?"

Wen Qiao nodded honestly, and the mud on her hair followed the arc of her shaking her head, smearing on her face, and now the grievance in Wen Qiao's eyes became more intense.

"Husband—help me, my body is dirty and smelly, I feel so uncomfortable."

Wen Qiao's "husband" could be said to mean that Su had reached the heart of Meiji Court. He reached out and took her out of the lotus root field. Wen Qiao's slender body was tightly pressed by the slime, outlining her exquisite curves.

Meijiting bent down to hug her, Wen Qiao exclaimed, and subconsciously grabbed his neck, realizing that her hands were covered in mud, and her muddy face flushed with embarrassment.

On the way back, Mei Zhiting asked her: "Why did you run out without saying a word, do you know that I am worried? Nian Nian cried very sadly, thinking that you don't want her anymore."

Hearing the news that Little Putao was crying, Wen Qiao ignored Meizhiting's words "I'm very worried", and said a little excitedly: "Little cute baby is crying? Why don't I want her? Then let's go back quickly. The child lacks maternal love since she was a child, and has no sense of security in maternal love. Although I am not her real mother, this child regards me as her real mother, and I can never let her down."

"Hurry up, let's go back." Wen Qiao struggled to get down and walked back by himself.

Meiji Court tightened her body a little, "Don't worry, there is a cold forest."

Wen Qiao believed it.

But at the entrance of Grandpa Mu's courtyard, both Mingzhiting and Wen Qiao heard Han Lin say to Little Putao, "Actually, Uncle Han Lin can also find an aunt for Xiao Niannian, who is gentle and virtuous, cute and beautiful. Do you think it's okay?"

The tears that Xiao Putao finally let go burst out again in an instant, "Don't——I want my mother..."

Then he burst out crying, and Grandpa Mu's family was at a loss.

Han Lin was also dumbfounded.

Is his proposal bad?
Obviously pretty good, isn't Xia Xia good enough?Didn't this kid really like her before?

"Be good and don't cry. Mom is here." Wen Qiao jumped off Meijiting's embrace and ran towards Little Putao.

Little Putao heard her mother's voice, but who is this monster?

Little Putao looked at Meizhiting whether she wanted to cry or not: "Father—afraid..."

Wen Qiao: "...uh..."

　I haven't updated in the past few days, but I have read everyone's comments. Except for saying sorry or sorry, I said that I am really busy. People who don't understand may think this is an excuse, but no matter what you think, everyone just You know, I will never give up.The number of plans accumulated at the beginning of the year is more than ten times that of the previous year, and the company has nearly doubled the number of designers, but it still fails to loosen the work in hand.

　　There is also the little cutie who mentioned my writing style. Everyone has different writing habits. I also realized this problem later, and I am pulling on the road of presenting words.

　　The above is the nonsense I edited while taking advantage of the gap in the rendering.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)