The New Wife is Delicious: The President Lightly Loves

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Jeanne felt like a child who had been pranked, knowing nothing but crying.

Mr. White did not answer directly, "Hey, let me guess, you should have locked yourself in the cafe now, unfolded the hidden counter, turned off all the lights, and lit the incense left before Candle?"

Joan didn't know how Little White knew so clearly, even many details were clear, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.But still listened patiently.

"I remember that I changed all the candles to another place. Except for the violet candles that my father loves most, you should not be able to find other candles, so you are lighting violet scented candles now?"

"Yes." I guessed everything right. I, Joan of Arc, should be the one who is most familiar with this cafe. Why can you say it so clearly?

"Doesn't it smell good? That's my mother's favorite bouquet. You know my father used to be a very rude and uninteresting person. Since he likes brownies, which can eat sweets or not, Cake you should be able to tell."

"Father actually hates desserts the most, but for the sake of his mother, he began to accept this kind of thing with added wine. After so many years of habit, he can finally get used to the taste of brownies."

"But my father's favorite thing is wine. It is really torture for someone who likes wine to open a cafe that is completely different from a bar. But you know, after giving birth to me, my mother died."

"Why would an alcoholic-looking guy keep a bar for so long instead of a bar he didn't like? I can't think of any reason other than love."

"Dear Joan, do you understand?" Little White didn't give Joan an answer directly, but Joan already understood.

"You and your father, you both love this cafe, but the cafe you run is not what you wanted, so you chose me, and you let Erivel come to me because, you want Saying that you're not going to run it, and that you're going to make the cafe never look like that again?"

Joan felt that her three views needed to be reorganized, and the impact of these things was too great.

"Of course, my dear Joan has always been so smart. I decided to fulfill my father's wish to open a bar and keep an alcoholic from drinking for so many years. Joan, this is a very cruel thing, so dear Yes, the cafe will be handed over to you, whether to sell it or not is up to you to decide."

"Dear Joan, I will leave this cafe to you. Maybe many years later, I will walk out of the bar opened for my father and go to my mother's cafe for a cup of coffee." Mr. White seemed a little drunk, and he spoke a little Start upside down.

"Well, darling, I think I'm going to apologize to you, but, darling, can you tell me, where are the rest of the candles? You know, the things you hid, I've never been able to find them. "Joan let go of her concern and began to interrogate Little White.

"Hahaha, guess what, next time we meet, I want to see green perilla candles." Little White smiled happily, and then hung up the phone.

Joan smiled happily into the microphone, "Everything has really changed, but Little White, how did you become so mischievous?"

Joan of Arc didn't look for a candle, but lay down on the table, watching the purple candle burn, "Since violets are your favorite, next time Mr. White comes, please light this violet candle?"

"Aunt Winnie." Joan of Arc gently placed her hand on the edge of the table. Yes, only Joan of Arc and Little White knew this place. After the hidden counter was pulled out, a small notch could be felt under the table. Donne - moi blamc le plus cher.

What Aunt Winnie loves most is dear Mr. White. The French translation of this phrase is, to my dearest White.

What is it?

Joan lifted up the hidden counter and held a small candle to illuminate it. This is a wine cellar leading to the ground, which can only accommodate slender women to pass through.

Aunt Winnie was probably afraid that Mr. White would not be able to control her, so she knew to only tell herself?But that little White went to open the bar with the wine that Aunt Winnie gave Mr. White, so he was really not afraid of being beaten.

Joan of Arc walked slowly into the underground wine cellar along the stairs. Unexpectedly, the wine cellar was astonishingly large, but before Joan could see it clearly, a pair of cool hands covered Joan's eyes. .

"My dear, you are really too smart." Mr. White's voice came from behind.

"Wells?" Joan called Mr. White's nickname, and felt a slight vibration from behind. Is it so funny?It feels too much.

"Honey, don't rush to open your eyes, follow me to a place." Mr. White gently pushed Joan to walk in one direction, "Be careful with your feet, okay, lift your feet now, okay, don't open them yet Eyes."

Joan did not open her eyes obediently, but heard the sound of something moving away, "Okay, honey, you can open your eyes now."

Joan of Arc saw everything in front of her eyes, and couldn't help covering her mouth, "What is this, when did you prepare it?"

In front of her eyes was a huge heart shape made up of wine glasses with different heights and heights, and a small candle was placed in each wine glass, which was the kind of scented candle that Joan had lit before.

The beautiful colored scented candles are floating in the water, and I don't know how long they have been preparing. Joan of Arc thought about the temperature of her hands just now, "How long have you been setting them?"

"My dear, that's not the point." Wells White knelt on one knee, holding a beautiful bouquet of violets, "My dear, this is my mother's favorite bouquet. My father proved with time that he loved my mother." For the rest of my life, I want to use the flowers that have witnessed eternity to propose to you, but I wonder if the beautiful girl Joan of Arc can marry me?"

"The Joan of Arc in history is a heroine, she doesn't need anyone to protect her, but you are my Joan of Arc, please give me a chance to protect you. Will you, Joan of Arc Alice?"

Joan of Arc took the bouquet, "You have talked to this point, how can I have no reason not to accept it?"

A cold ring was put on her fingers, but warm lips were stuck on her lips. Joan of Arc thought that the luckiest decision she made in her life was to agree to Aunt Winnie to take care of this stupid father and son.

"Are you finished kissing? I'm about to freeze to death." Ai Liweier's voice came from the side, and she was still wearing her daytime waiter suit.

"You can't let a designated lawyer like me freeze to death here just for the sake of proposing! Let me tell you, although we are classmates in Wells, I want to add money." Ellie was obviously very dissatisfied with Wells , that is, Mr. White's show of affection.

"Eliwell, you came here because you lost a bet, and my father's will was entrusted to your teacher, are you sure you want to add money?" Wells smiled like a fox.

"Wells, do you believe that instead of notarizing you, I'll introduce someone better to your Joan of Arc?" Ariwell was obviously a bit harsh.

"Honey, you said it was my Joan of Arc, so how could it be taken away by others? And, honey, you seem to have forgotten that Joan didn't like your performance before, you feel that you Introduced, would Joan believe it?" Joan couldn't help but turn her head and chuckle.

"I've convinced you, you can still show your love by signing a fair one. Let me tell you, I won't give you the gift money, and the wedding candy will be mailed to my work unit. Hurry up and sign, so I can go back and file it." In the end, Eliver still Take a step back.

But he still muttered in a low voice, "If I had known it would be so cold here, I would have secretly hidden a down jacket, and if I insisted on proposing in the wine cellar, I wouldn't be afraid of accidents."

Wells guided Joan to sign at the place where the signature was to be signed, and after checking it, he handed it to Eliwell, "Honey, your muttering is too loud, if you don't want me to hear it, please be quieter next time."

After signing his name, Elliwell patted one of them on Wells' chest, "Thank you."

Then Ariwell went out from another exit of the wine cellar, and now only Wells and Joan of Arc were left in the wine cellar.

"Honey, can you explain now what is going on with this incident you made?" Joan of Arc is not so easy to be fooled, this time it is a matter of new and old scores being settled together.

Wells didn't rush to confess, but pointed to the huge candle heart, "Honey, don't you see anything wrong here?"

Joan looked at it for a while, only to realize that purple and green are missing among the colorful colors. Purple is just upstairs, so where is the green?Joan turned her gaze to Wells.

"Honey, if you want to know the answer, you can find the green candle. If you can't find it, register with me and we'll talk about it. Of course, I prefer that you can't find the green candle. Let's talk about it after we get married."

"Where is the green candle?" Jeanne didn't want to be entangled so easily, "Honey, the green candle is here, and you can see it every day. If you really can't find it, we can find it tomorrow." Went to register early in the morning."

Wells gave a reminder, but never said where the candle was. Joan of Arc began to think about what she could see every day, but after thinking about it, she couldn't think of where the candle could be.

Just like Joan herself said before, Joan never found what Wells hid, and Joan decided to go up to have a look, but she really had no clue about it.

Wells reluctantly extinguished the candles in the wine cellar, and then chased after him. Why can't he just marry him? What a waste of effort.

Wells felt that he shouldn't carry candles, wouldn't it be good to just say that he was married?