The President's Best Wife

Chapter 494 Study hard and make progress every day

It must be that Mediterranean’s lectures are not as good as her husband’s. Her husband never called her stupid or scolded her when he lectured. Moreover, she can understand what her husband said at once, unlike Mediterranean, who feels vague after several lectures. .

Wen Qiao raised her eyes to look at the anxious Mediterranean Sea, and her husband's image suddenly grew taller.

When Meiji Court came back, Wen Qiao felt that today had been a long day.

The man hung his coat on the coat rack, turned around and rolled up his shirt sleeves, and sat on Wen Qiao's desk with casual movements, his long legs easily touching the bottom.

Wen Qiao bit the tip of her pen and looked at Mei Zhiting full of help.

Meijiting laughed for a while and asked, "Where can't it be?"

Wen Qiao poked on the exercise book with a pen: "Here, here, here, and here..."

The smile on Meiji Court's face froze at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he frowned slightly: "There are two types of questions that I told you before, forgot?"

Wen Qiao raised her head: "Huh? Did you tell me? Why don't I remember..."

Meiji Court: "..."

I co-authored the memory at that time, just to prepare for the final exam. Once the exam was over, I returned the knowledge taught to him.

The man sighed and put down the pen in her hand, "Let's eat first, after dinner, I'll tell you."

I saw Mediterranean made a gesture of clasping fists for Meiji Court, "Thank you, nephew, you are really a living Bodhisattva who saves suffering."

Ming Living Bodhisattva Zhiting: "..."

Wen Qiao was even more helpless, she was simply a hot potato to Mediterranean Sea now.

Throw it away if you can.

After having dinner in the Mediterranean Sea in the evening, he hurried away, he didn't want to stay here for a moment.He felt that his hair volume was getting less and less. He had already bald early, but after being so angry with Wen Qiao, he felt that he was really going to be bald and become a monk.

Seeing that there is only a pile of leftover rib bones left on the seat, the juice on the plate has been eaten by the Mediterranean Uncle Bibimbap.

Wen Qiao looked at Meizhiting in disbelief, and said, "Uncle's fighting power is really strong. I just ate a piece of ribs in such a big pot."

With the hand holding the chopsticks, Wen Qiao stretched out her index finger to compare one by one.

Meiji Court smiled, and said in a low voice: "He is really tired these days, so he needs to eat some meat to replenish his energy."

Wen Qiao Waterfall Khan, this is turning a corner and saying that she is stupid, so angry with Uncle Mediterranean?

She pouted her lips, a little unhappy, how could this person be like this, someone still said that about her daughter-in-law, is this what a husband should say.

Seeing Wen Qiao's reaction, Meiji court curled his lips. The man's already gentle and elegant face, at this moment, was covered with a halo due to the soft lighting of the restaurant above his head, making him look even more gentle.

As if conjuring, he put a hibiscus box decorated with flowers and phoenixes on the table. The box gave off a faint fragrance, and Wen Qiao guessed it was agarwood.

What kind of treasure must be contained in this box? The box is actually made of agarwood.

This reminded her of a fable, "Buying a Box and Returning the Pearl".

The story comes from "Han Feizi·Foreign Chu Shuo Upper Left".

Some people from Chu sold their pearls to Zheng. They made magnolia tree, smoked with cinnamon pepper, adorned with pearls and jade, adorned with roses, and assembled with emerald feathers.The man of Zheng bought his box and returned his pearls.This can be said to be good at selling bamboo, but not good at selling pearls.The talks of the present world are all about the words of debate and diction, and people tend to read the texts and forget to use them.

……

"Could it be pearls inside?" Wen Qiao couldn't help asking when thinking of the moral in the story.

Meiji Court lightly pressed the box and asked, "Do you like pearls?"

Wen Qiao thinks men are too real, does she just like what she says?

She shook her head and asked: "You don't know what rare treasures are in it, do you? Agarwood, such a wooden box is also decorated with patterns and carved phoenixes. The box alone is worth tens of thousands. Why are you pretending to be a baby, you are such a baby?"

Wen Qiao wondered if it might be an ancient relic left over from the previous dynasty. After all, this box also looks like an object containing such simple things.

Meijiting pushed the box in front of Wen Qiao, raised his chin, and said in a low voice, "Open it and you'll know what's inside."

Hou Zijin said that no woman can resist the things inside, as long as a girl sees beautiful jewelry, she can't help but feel moved.

Moreover, he has dealt with these women all year round, so he is very clear about women's psychological thoughts and preferences.

Wen Qiao gently opened the button of the box, and the moment the lid was lifted, a tangy agarwood penetrated into the nostrils.

The taste is quiet and quiet, with the right intensity and not pungent, but it is also unforgettable.

Lying inside is a bracelet made of pure gold and hollowed out, on which sapphires are pasted to form two small and delicate orchids.

He doesn't know much about jewelry, and he doesn't know much about jewelry, but judging from the workmanship of the bracelet and the clarity of the gemstones, it is definitely top-grade.

"You are..." Wen Qiao raised his hair, his eyes full of puzzlement.He has nothing to do, why should he give himself such a precious thing.

Today is not anyone's birthday, nor is it any special holiday, and they got married not long ago, so it shouldn't be their wedding anniversary.

Although she didn't understand his intention of doing this, Wen Qiao's depressed mood of being reprimanded by Uncle Mediterranean today was greatly relieved because of the bracelet he gave her. At this moment, there was an uncontrollable excitement in her heart.

Wen Qiao picked up the bracelet carefully, for fear of losing the gems on it.She looked at the bracelet with some doubts, how should I wear it?
After all, this bracelet is not very big, if she puts her hand directly into it, she is afraid that the golden ring will be broken.

After all, the hollow-out technique makes this pure gold circle look so fragile.

Meiji Court saw her embarrassment, crossed the dining table, came to her side, took the bracelet over, and said, "Extend your hand."

Wen Qiao stretched out her hand obediently. Her white and slender wrist was much smaller than the circle formed by the man's index finger and thumb. The man suddenly had a thought that if he grabbed her wrist too anxiously, would he kill her? What about breaking your wrist?
Thinking about the appearance of her little arms and legs, being touched by my own skin, I instantly felt distressed.

Wen Qiao only heard a sigh above his head, and couldn't help but look up at the man. Why did he love to sigh so much? Did he forget what he had learned, so he was disappointed?

Wen Qiao quickly confessed, and said, "I was wrong, I must study hard and improve every day."

　The darlings who have persisted here all know that I am not a person who likes to write in this frame, it is too time-consuming and labor-intensive! ! !

　　I'm really glassy, ​​really.Maybe it’s because this is my first book. It’s hard for me to accept being denied by others, especially those who haven’t read it yet, and just point fingers at my stuff.Anyway, you spend money on me and then spray me, what right do you have to feel that what I wrote is wrong to you?
　　Really, grandmas who read books, if you don’t like it, just swipe away. I still go to work every day. Now that the epidemic has not subsided, I am under a lot of pressure. I still insist on writing every day. I really don’t have the energy to explain anything before talking to others. go back.

　　And I'm just a little transparent, I can't even afford a bubble among the authors, so why bother with me.

　　Please, I'm a hot chicken, don't spray me anymore, the author wants to be alive and don't want to jump off the building.

　　Love me, I also love Mud Meng.

　　The last refills are given to my darlings who have always been with me.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)