The President's Best Wife

Chapter 9 9 I want to be with you

Facing the man's deep and unwavering eyes, Wen Qiao's heart skipped a beat for a moment.

It seems that she is still too shallow. Even if there is a 30-year-old aunt living in her body, she still feels very guilty when facing the 28-year-old Meiji Court.

"What can I do, can I turn the world upside down under your nose?" She muttered softly, taking another sip of lemonade to relieve her nervousness.

In the end, no matter how much helplessness and unwillingness the man felt, it just turned into a sigh.

Some things, after all, can not be rushed.

"What do you want to eat?" the man asked in a deep voice.

Wen Qiao lowered his head and drank the last bit of lemonade, and said, "I'm full of water, what else do I have to eat?"

Hearing the girl's resentful tone and aggrieved eyes, his heart surged with emotion.

"Wen Qiao, you..." Can you stop making trouble?

These seven words were like a boulder pressing down on him, making him unable to breathe.

Seeing him frowning, Wen Qiao thought he was talking about not eating, so she ordered a crayfish obediently immediately. Seeing the bright red crayfish exuding an alluring aroma, her mouth watered.

"Mr. Ming, if you want to eat it or not, I'll peel it for you. Don't worry, I'm good at peeling crayfish."

Meeting the girl's expectant eyes, Meiji Tei finally sighed and nodded.

"it is good."

Wen Qiao put on plastic gloves, and within a minute, she peeled off five or six complete shrimp shells. She put the shrimp meat on a plate and placed it in front of Meiji Court.

"How about a taste?"

Meiji Court picked up the chopsticks, put a piece of shrimp meat in Wen Qiao's mouth, "The birthday person is the biggest, you eat first."

Suddenly, Wen Qiao's heart felt sour and warm.

Meiji court expected that she would not eat it, but he was still willing to do so, but saw the girl's small mouth swallowed the lobster meat without hesitation.

"Delicious." His brows and eyes were curved, like a child who has eaten candy.

Meiji Tei's Adam's apple rolled, and the smell of smoke from the restaurant made his throat a little tight.

He glanced at the girl sitting obediently across from him, her autumn-like eyes were focused, he looked back at the chopsticks she had lightly bitten, and put a shrimp in his mouth.

It was as if the shrimp had become her taste, soft and sweet.

The Meiji court has a habit of not talking about food.

Therefore, Wen Qiao kept silent.

After the meal, Meizhiting walked in front, and Wen Qiao followed behind like a little wife, wringing her fingers thinking about what to say next.

Meiji Court stretched out his hand to open the car door, but behind him Wen Qiao said timidly, "Mr. Ming, I'm sorry..."

The hand that opened the door paused, this apology...is it really to anger Fu Shiheng?

"I offended me so much before, I shouldn't have said such nasty words, I apologize here, can you forgive me? I promise to do my duty as a fiancee in the future." Wen Qiao quietly stepped forward and grabbed the corner of his T-shirt, revealing A part of his lean waist.

The man turned his head and looked at her in surprise. Contrary to what he thought, were her words true or false?
As long as she is willing to stay by his side, even if it's a lie, he is willing to do so.

When Wen Qiao saw the sexy part of the man, Wen Qiao blushed instinctively, and quickly let go, "Ah, I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry, I'm in a hurry."

"Wen Qiao say it again."

"what?"

"Repeat what you just said."

His facial features are handsome, and the colorful neon lights of the Bund hit his face, making the lines of his face soft, and his dark and deep eyes seemed to be able to suck her in.

As if encouraged, Wen Qiao took a deep breath, "I said, I will do my job as a fiancee, I want to be with you well, and I won't lose my temper in the future, really, I swear."

"Then are you willing to give me this chance?" She looked at the handsome man anxiously, her heart pounding, afraid that he would refuse, after all, she really hurt him deeply before.

　A certain Joe: I like you, very much.

　　Someone Su (blush): Really?

　　Mr. Ming (squinting eyes): It’s me.

　　Joe (embarrassed): I'm talking about Ms. So-and-so.

　　Mr. Ming panicked (looking around for a knife).

　　
　
(End of this chapter)