Chapter 308: sweet potato
#Today's president has thrown dog food a lot#
Open Weibo, and this topic will always be pinned to the top.
Open Mr. President's Weibo interface.
It's all a show of love.
Can make people too sweet.
people:"……"
Crooked, demon spirit?
I suspect this is a fake Mr. President.
What's the matter with being fed dog food by Mr. President every day?
#On, how should there be a Mr. President who loves to spread dog food#
Online wait, very urgent.
Some people questioned that Mr. President is not doing a proper job and only wants to fall in love.
However, Mr. President's ability is as always, and country Z is getting better and better under the leadership of the other party.
The doubters stopped talking.
Ever since, the day of Mr. President's wedding was broadcast live nationwide.
Everyone knows that the President's wife is the little girl whose academic paper made a sensation in the world.
Look at the other party's appearance.
The crowd choked.
What a fairy couple!
Many people said that no matter how sour they are, they have to dry up Mr. President's dog food.
Mr. President, who just finished posting a Weibo, the corner of his lips slightly hooked.
The morning sun is lazy.
Mr. President, dressed in loose white clothes, leaned on the bed casually.
Head tilted.
He took the girl beside him into his arms.
take a nap.
Mr. President opened his amber eyes.
Glancing at the time.
Seven in the morning.
Yan Sheng's slender fingers landed on the girl's cheek and squeezed gently.
He leaned over again and kissed the corner of the girl's lips.
"Get up, Madam President."
The clear voice of Mr. President was somewhat hoarse.
Feng Qian moved, but said nothing.
Yan Sheng's voice is doting: "Get up, darling."
This time, the girl blinked in a daze, glanced at Yan Sheng, then silently pulled the quilt and buried her head in the quilt.
Yan Sheng smiled lightly.
He lifted the quilt from one side, lay in, and took the girl into his arms.
The lips were close to the girl's ear, "Dear Qianqian, get up and eat."
Feng Qian frowned.
half an hour.
He murmured, "But... I'm so sleepy, and... so tired."
Yan Sheng paused and smiled in a good mood.
Then, his fingers were placed on the girl's waist and rubbed lightly.
"Well." Mr. President said casually, "Guoqian worked hard last night."
Feng Qian: "..."
Mr. President hugged the girl tightly and leaned over to kiss the girl's forehead.
"Then...get some sleep."
...
Two hours later, Mr. President began to wake the girl up again.
Skipping breakfast is not good for your health.
So, I still have to get Guaiqian out of bed.
The girl was dazed and reluctant to get up.
Walking is not stable.
Confused look.
Yan Sheng looked at the wobbly appearance of the girl, smiled and hugged the girl.
Yan Sheng took a glass of water for the girl and squeezed the toothpaste on the toothbrush.
Feng Qian looked at the toothbrush in his hand in confusion, gargle slowly, and took another sip of water.
When I brush my teeth, I feel weak, like I'm sleeping.
Yan Sheng felt that his dainty, dazed appearance was very cute.
With a smile on his lips, he took the toothbrush from the girl's hand.
Quietly: "I'll help Gu Qianqian brush her teeth."
Feng Qian blinked his eyes.
Not moving.
The Mr. President on the side gently brushed the girl's teeth.
Feng Qian looked at the mirror.
He closed his eyes and leaned his head on Yan Sheng.
Mr. President had to hold the girl's shoulder with one hand to prevent the girl from falling, while brushing the girl's teeth.
At about the same time, he put the water glass on the girl's lips again.
Let the girls rinse their mouths.
Feng Qian was in a half-dream and half-awake state, but she obediently rinsed her mouth.
Later, it took a long time for the two of them to wash up.
In the end, Mr. President took the girl downstairs for dinner.
…
The years are quiet.
The rest of my life has always been sweet.