Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

Lan Muya was wearing a set of home clothes, standing at the door, holding her arms, squinting and watching Lan Xiao approach her step by step.

When she saw the sling and broken bouquet dress that Lan Xiao was wearing, the color of Lan Muya's entire face changed.

This dress, this dress is a new style released by a famous brand this week, and it is limited.

A skirt worth tens of thousands of dollars is not something you can buy with money.

The brand launches a flagship product every week, but only three skirts are produced nationwide.

Buyers who can buy this dress must first have a black card.

The black card is a type of card that is not easy to get.

Banks generally do not handle this kind of black card service for the general public, unless it is a monthly and annual user who spends a lot of money in the bank to have the right to black cards.

As far as Lan Muya knows, there are no more than ten people in Lingcheng who have black cards.

Tens of millions of people are more than ten. You can imagine what this black card symbolizes.

Lan Muya has been greedy for this skirt for a few days, but her mother has money again, but she doesn't have a black card. She asks her father for a black card. Dad keeps making excuses for her to study hard.

She thought at the time that her father was really worried that it would affect her studies, so he didn't give her the black card.

Now, when she saw the dress on Lan Xiao, Lan Muya understood everything.

Heh... It's not that I'm afraid of affecting her study, but that my father is partial. He has already kept the black card from her and gave Lan Xiao the black card unconsciously.

Lan Muya paled with anger, and gritted her teeth and asked, "Dad's black card, did you want to go?"

Lan Xiao didn't know, but Lan Muya was twisted in her heart.

She curled her lips slightly in response: "Yeah, Dad gave it to me. What's wrong?"

Lan Muya spread her hands and said of course: "Give me the black card..."

Lan Xiao raised her eyebrows slightly, looked at Lan Muya's honey juice confidently, and laughed mockingly: "You say yes, I will give it?"

Lan Muya was taken aback for a moment, obviously unexpected that Lan Xiao would ask.

In the past, didn't Lan Xiao give what she wanted?

Today, why is it so wrong?

In a daze, Lan Muya saw Lou Yucheng, then her eyes lit up, and she hurried to Lou Yucheng, complaining in a low voice.

"Brother Yucheng, my father gave the black card to my sister, and I want it too. You can ask her to get it back. My sister loved me very much before, but I don’t know what nerves I have made today, so she refused to give it to me. Ugh...I'm so sad."

Lou Yucheng frowned slightly, raised his eyes to look at Lan Xiao, and then reached out and patted Lan Muya on the shoulder.

"Yaya, don't cry, your sister hurt her ankle, maybe it's in a bad mood."

"Brother Yucheng, please help me get back. My sister has always listened to you. Will you help me?" Lan Muya pouted her red mouth and looked up at Lou Yucheng pleadingly.

Lou Yucheng helplessly smiled bitterly and looked at Lan Xiao.

"Xiao Xiao, Yaya is still young. As a sister, you should let her. If she wants to, you can give her..."

Lan Xiao raised her eyebrows slightly, and replied unceremoniously: "Why? Just because she is young, I will let her? There should always be a first come first, right? Kong Rong let Li's allusion, don't you know? Kong Rong At the youngest, he still gave pears to his brothers, so why must the big ones be the small ones, and the small ones can’t let the big ones? I have let her since I was a child, and everything goes along with her, and the result is more arrogant. Arrogance. I don't want to let it go now, so no one can kidnap me morally..."