Diplomat's Wife

Chapter 250 It's time to change my name to Mrs. Jin!

Taoyuan.

Jin Simu is almost two years old, and finally reached the age that can be accepted by the kindergarten. This time, the kindergarten has no reason to reject him. Even so, the interview process still has to go through.

In the afternoon, the doorbell rang, and it turned out that some new clothes ordered for Jin Simu had arrived.

Most of the little guy's clothes are of the same brand as Jin Yu's, and even the styles are exactly the same, but it's impossible to have such a small size in the store, so they can only be customized.

All the clothes are ironed and put in exquisite mini crystal pockets. In order to prevent the clothes from being deformed by pressure, the clothes are hung on the display racks in the store.

When the man in black pushed the clothes in, Mu Qiqi was taken aback. There was a whole row of clothes rails that were two meters long.

This little guy is even prettier than his father!
Mu Qiqi was crouching on the sofa in the living room, reviewing the materials. When she heard the movement, she just glanced up, shook her head, and continued to work.

Jin Simu leaned in his mother's arms. Although the materials in his mother's hands were unfamiliar and difficult to understand, he could only recognize a few simple words, but he liked to nest on his mother's lap and smell the The sweet smell of mother.

Seeing the arrival of the new clothes, the little guy regained his energy, and finally got out of Mu Qiqi's embrace, and ran to the hanger to look around.

"Mama! Which one should I wear on the day of the interview?" the little guy asked.

"I don't know, ask your dad!" Mu Qiqi continued to work without raising her head.

In the past two days, she was under a lot of pressure, and she didn't know why Jin Hanlin had appointed Mu Qiqi to be his interpreter on TV.

This matter is of great importance. The annual Jinling Military and Political Conference attracts worldwide attention. In the next few days, the eyes of the whole world will gather here, trying to find out the military deployment of this country in the coming year from this meeting. For those countries with relevant interests, every move of Jinling these days is enough to touch their pulse.

According to the usual practice, before the start of the meeting, the president will deliver a televised speech to the whole world, and Mu Qiqi is the simultaneous interpreter appointed by Jin Hanlin.

This is completely different from her previous translation for Jin Yu. The tacit understanding between Jin Yu and her is natural. Many times, Jin Yu knows where to slow down, and he even knows which sentence may have meaning for her. Difficulty, remind her of the key words in time.

Although with the increase of work experience, there are not many such situations, but as long as she stays by Jin Yu's side, she will feel a sense of security in her heart.

But Jin Hanlin is different. All the help Jin Yu can give her is almost zero here. Not only that, Jin Hanlin also likes to use the past to discuss the present. One can imagine the difficulty in translating into English, but also conveying the deep meaning accurately.

Mu Qiqi has been watching videos and documents every day for the past few days, studying all of Jin Hanlin's previous public speeches, trying to find some feasible patterns from them.

The heavy pressure made her little head almost explode. At this time, how can she spare any energy to think about which clothes are suitable for her Baye interview kindergarten?
"Hey..." Jin Simu sighed, "But I think Mama's eyes are better than Baba's!"

Hearing this compliment, Mu Qiqi regained her spirits all of a sudden, her head no longer ached, her waist no longer sore, you know, his eighth master has always regarded Jin Yu as a model, everything his father says is right, Dad is the best in everything he does, and suddenly hearing his son praise him so much, Mu Qiqi's heart almost bursts with joy.

Mu Qiqi stretched out her foot and kicked Jin Yu who was sitting at the other end of the sofa, and asked excitedly, "Did you hear what Ba Ye said?"

Excited little eyes, suffused with green light.

The expensive man sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, holding a newspaper in his hand, his white and tender feet kicked his expensive trousers just like that, but someone who was always obsessed with cleanliness didn't get annoyed, he just touched Mu Qiqi's feet He picked it up, put it on his lap, and stroked it gently with his palm, as if stroking a well-behaved kitten.

"Where am I talking to you?" Mu Qiqi kicked her legs, making the newspaper rustle in the man's hand, making it impossible for him to read the words clearly.

Only then did Jin Yu look up at her, then glanced at Jin Simu, and asked, "Tell me, why is my mother's eyesight better than mine?"

Jin Simu blinked, held his head high and said, "Ma Ma's selection is really good! That's why I have a super handsome Baba!"

After Jin Yu heard this, he pursed his lips and continued to read the newspaper.

Over there, Mu Qiqi's face turned green after listening to it, which means that Jin Yuxuan's wife has a bad eye, right?This little thing has to hurt his own mother to flatter him. Sure enough, the man surnamed Jin has inherited narcissism and poisonous tongue attributes in his bones. Genes are really powerful.

Mu Qiqi hooked her finger to Jin Simu, signaling him to come over.

Jin Simu walked over bouncingly, and threw himself into his mother's arms.

"Baye, Ma Ma told you that Ma Ma didn't like Ba Ba at all back then, so Ma Ma didn't choose your Ba Ba, understand?"

Jin Simu frowned, he didn't understand, but he shook his head, looked at Mu Qiqi and said, "Mama, even if you didn't choose Baba, you have a good eye for choosing your son! "

Mu Qiqi's face was full of black lines. She couldn't refute this sentence. Her eighth master was indeed smart and good-looking.

Mu Qiqi had no choice but to point to a pair of suspender trousers and said, "Just that one! The white shirt next to the quilt is clean and cute!"

The little guy frowned, looking dissatisfied. He turned his head and glanced at Jin Yu's outfit today. He was wearing black trousers with dark patterns, a white shirt, and a vest of the same style, with a slightly open neckline. Without a tie, there is a touch of elegance in the nobility.

Jin Simu nodded, "I think Baba looks good today."

As he said that, he ran to the hanger and found a miniature suit of the same style. The little guy looked at the man in black and said, "I want to try this one!"

After finishing speaking, the small body walked in front, and the man in black behind him followed him with a small suit.

"I can't take it anymore! Is my vision that bad?" Mu Qiqi dropped the documents in her hand, ran to Jin Yu's side, and beat her with her small fists.

Jin Yu hugged her waist, hugged her on his lap, curled his lips, smiled slightly, and rubbed her small face with the tip of his nose and said, "Si Mu is right, my baby really has a good eye for choosing a husband!"

"……"Again.

"However..." the man changed his tone, swaying his taste, "I have a better eye for choosing a wife."

Mu Qiqi rolled her eyes, but she had to admit that this was one of the few times that someone's narcissistic boasting didn't annoy her.

Mu Qiqi wrapped her arms around her neck, and suddenly thought of a question, "My husband..."

With a soft cry, the man who called out felt an itch in his heart, but after that, he had a premonition that there must be nothing good to say.

Sure enough, the little girl put her small face on his cheek, rubbed it back and forth, and asked mysteriously: "Husband, you have such a good eye for picking wives, then when did you start to like me?"

Mu Qiqi was already prepared for this man to ignore her. After all, she had asked this question countless times, but every time she was vaguely taken away by Jin Yu's gentle smile.

"Hmm..." It's just that this time the man really seems to be lost in memory, "When you were five years old, you tore up the first love letter someone gave me, and then cried in my arms for a long time."

"Ah? Do I have it?" Mu Qiqi was surprised, but after thinking about it carefully, she seemed to have a little impression.

That year, she flipped through Jin Yu's schoolbag, and a light pink envelope fell out of the book. Her mother picked up the letter and put it back, and said to her with a smile that her brother Yu might not come every day after school. Play with her.

She asked her mother why?Mother shook the envelope in her hand and said, because her elder brother Yu was going to play with other girls.

Mu Qiqi burst into tears, took the envelope and ran to the garden, ran into Jin Yu's arms and cried non-stop. He coaxed her for a long time that day, until she fell asleep, the little girl still Clutching the hem of his clothes tightly to prevent him from leaving, he just lay down beside her crib and slept all night.

That is to say, from that time on, Mu Qiqi developed the habit of pinching the corners of his clothes. It seems that it was also from that time that as long as it was Jin Yu's clothes, no one else could touch them, especially other girls. After all, if Mu Qiqi saw it, that little girl would definitely cry and shake the ground.

Mu Qiqi came back to her senses, and continued to ask: "And then?"

"When you were eight years old, your teacher's wife never came back. Except for going to school, you almost stayed by my side most of the time."

That year, Jin Yu was only young, the age when he was supposed to be in love, but he was filled with a bunch of little girls who were like followers.

"When I was 16." The man paused, looked at her, the tenderness in his eyes was gone, and said in a slightly educational tone, "You wrote the first love letter."

Mu Qiqi was surprised, how did he know that she had written a love letter to Xin Ziyao?

Without giving her much time to think, the man continued, "I tore it up!"

"What? You tore it up?" Mu Qiqi frowned, no wonder Xin Ziyao had always been indifferent to her.

"Yes, and there are more than one." The man said lightly, and the corners of his cold lips were slightly hooked.

It turned out that Xin Ziyao had never received those letters at all, but Mu Qiqi said so many strange things in front of Xin Ziyao's face. At that time, Xin Ziyao must have thought her a lunatic. A boy would not like such a psychopath!
"You're going too far!" Mu Qiqi completely understood.

"I learned it from you." The man said lightly.

Mu Qiqi was speechless, after all, Jin Yu's letters were indeed torn up by her a lot, and even Jin Yu's college admission letter back then was mistaken by her for a love letter written to him by others, and she tore it up. A piece of armor is left behind.

Jin Yu looked up at the time on the grandfather clock, picked her up, and stood up Wei Ran, "Change, we should go."

Mu Qiqi kicked her legs in his arms unwillingly, "You haven't answered my question yet?"

Jin Yu looked down at her, question?When did you fall in love with her?

This, it seems that he can't tell.

It seems that from the first time she spoke and called him "brother" indistinctly, the responsibility has been imposed; maybe from the first time she tore his love letter and cried loudly, the concern has been written down; When she leaned over his desk, copying his handwriting stroke by stroke, her heart was touched; or, when she said that his license plate must be 5277, the promise was made...

These, who can tell clearly?
There is no answer to this question.

After a while, Mu Qiqi changed into a white tight-fitting dress, with her long hair draped over her and delicate makeup. As long as she said less, she looked very dignified and elegant.

Back in the living room, Jin Simu had already changed into new clothes, and when he saw Mu Qiqi, he asked, "Ma Ma, do you look good?"

Mu Qiqi nodded.

It's just that the little guy glanced at Jin Yu again, and his father changed his clothes again, this time in a dark gray suit with dark checks, full of gentlemanly elegance.

The little guy turned his head and ran back to the hanger, but he didn't see the exact same clothes as his father's. The little guy pouted and quit, grabbed the corner of the man in black and said, "Sorry! Call me! I want the clothes on my father's body!"

Jin Yu looked at it, curled his lips slightly, wrapped his arms around Mu Qiqi's waist, and said softly: "Let's go!"

"Tell Ba Ye that we are leaving?" Mu Qiqi looked at him.

Jin Yu shook his head, "If he's busy, he won't look for you."

Mu Qiqi smiled, and it seemed that she was the same, waiting for the designer to come to the door, taking measurements, and making requests. With the little guy's temperament of pursuing perfection, he was indeed busy.

**
An hour later, the presidential palace.

Jin Yu took Mu Qiqi's hand, and walked to the president's office familiarly.

Jin Yu rubbed her little hand, and the girl's palm was covered with cold sweat.

"Nervous?" The man looked at her and asked provocatively.

Mu Qiqi shook her head, with Jin Yu by her side, she felt much more at ease.

After the live televised speech, there was a routine dinner. At this time, Jin Yu was supposed to be in the reception room of the banquet hall, but he was still worried about her and decided to stay by his side.

When I came to the door of the President's Office, the Secretary-General stood at the door and bowed respectfully to the two people, "Mr. Jin, Mrs. Jin!"

"Who is inside?" Jin Yu asked, even the secretary was blocked from the door, and it was obvious that the content of the conversation inside was more than just "confidential".

"Director of the National Security Intelligence Agency, Nan Huaqing." The secretary-general replied respectfully.

Jin Yu nodded slightly, looked at Mu Qiqi and said softly, "Wait here, is it cold?"

After finishing speaking, he took off his suit jacket and put it on for her. For the sake of looking good on the camera, she was dressed a little thinly. The temperature in the room was not bad, but in the corridor, it was inevitably cooler due to the draft.

Due to the close distance, when closing the clothes for her, the man took advantage of the opportunity to give her a loving kiss on the forehead.

The secretary-general lowered his head and smiled to himself. Normally, Jin Hanlin treated Xuan Yaru very well, and he was considerate, but he never thought that when it came to his son, he was even more considerate than Lao Tzu.

On weekdays, at least Jin Hanlin and his wife knew how to avoid their subordinates, but Jin Yu completely acted like no one else was there. After all, it's nice to be young.

After a while, the door of the office opened.

Nan Huaqing came out, her eyes fell on Mu Qiqi first, she was really amazed by the appearance in front of her, her appearance and demeanor were full of elegance, she gently held Jin Yu's arm, calm and graceful.

"Qiqi has grown up so much." Nan Huaqing smiled slightly, and bowed slightly, "It's time to change my name to Mrs. Jin!"

Mu Qiqi quickly owed her body, "Hello!"

She was still flattered to see a person so many years older than her respect her so much. Although she was well-deserved as the prime minister's wife, she still felt uneasy.

Nan Huaqing looked at her, rubbed his waist and said, "Last time, when I saw Mrs. Jin, you were just a little girl who came to me."

"Really?" Mu Qiqi smiled, she didn't remember.

"Your father and I are classmates. Yuanru left early. If he knows that his daughter is so generous now, he must be comforted."

After a few greetings, Jin Yu looked at Mu Qiqi and said, "Go in first, I'll find you later."

Mu Qiqi nodded, and said not to enter the office.

"Mr. Jin!" Nan Huaqing looked at Jin Yu and greeted him respectfully, "I'm on business, please forgive me for going ahead."

"Wait!" Jin Yu stopped him.

(End of this chapter)