Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

"Fu Ling, you bastard..."

After the slap, Wen Orange threw the milk and cake onto Fu Ling's body.

Fu Ling's face and clothes were all covered with milk cake.

Wen Cheng glared at him angrily, got up and left here.

Fu Ling looked at Wen Cheng who was leaving with anger, he raised his hand a little lost and touched his aching face.

This slap is not small.

It can be seen that Wen Cheng is really angry.

But Fu Ling didn't regret it at all. He curled his lips and raised his eyebrows with a wanton smile.

If he could let him kiss Wencheng again, even if she slapped him ten more times, he would not be angry.

Don't say ten, it means one hundred, he is willing.

After Wen Cheng, he refused to sit with Fu Ling alone.

Fu Ling didn't want to annoy Wen Cheng anymore, so he didn't pester her again.

The plane has always landed, and everyone got off the plane.

Wen Cheng's face was still unsightly. She didn't even look at Fu Ling again, greeted Wen's father and Wen's mother, and went to the company with the person who came to pick her up.

Fu Ling was a little helpless, looking at Wen Cheng who was leaving angrily.

It's over, this is completely annoying Wen Orange.

I didn't want to see him before, but now, Wen Cheng should be even more bored of him.

Zhang Liang looked at Mr. Fu's headache, he twitched his mouth, not afraid of death.

"Mr. Fu, chasing girls must be done step by step, and you must not be tough. You press Miss Wen like this, do you have to hold a beautiful woman until the year of the monkey? I really feel a headache for you."

Fu Ling was not in a good mood at first, but Zhang Liang was still alive, so he said this.

His face was immediately stained with anger, and Zhang Liang gritted his teeth and stared at Zhang Liang.

He clenched his fist and asked in a low voice: "What did you just say? I didn't hear clearly. Can you say it again?"

Zhang Liang looked at the appearance of Fu Ling about to be angry, he shrank his neck, and quickly backed away a few steps.

He grinned at Fu Ling nonchalantly, "Well, Mr. Fu, I was wrong, wrong...your method is not wrong at all. You will be able to catch up with Miss Wen soon and embrace the beauty. ..."

Fu Ling looked at Zhang Liang coldly, raised his foot without hesitation, and stepped on Zhang Liang's foot fiercely.

Zhang Liang's sound, fearing to disturb others, he quickly covered his mouth and held the pain in his throat.

He was suffocated, his entire face flushed, and he looked at Fu Ling begging for mercy.

"Mr. Fu, I was wrong, and I will never dare anymore..."

"No sleep tonight, stay at the door of my room all night..." Fu Ling snorted and left here.

Zhang Liang limped hard and quickly followed Fu Ling and followed him out of the airport.

Gu Ci took Wen's father and Wen's mother to the presidential palace, and Wen Muchu took the time to meet the two elders.

Wen Muchu asked about Wen Cheng's situation. Mother Wen smiled and replied: "Wen Cheng's girl is a workaholic. She just got off the plane and was picked up by someone from her company. She said there was a meeting. Open... I can't stop her."

Wen Muchu couldn't help pursing his lips and smiled gently.

"Girls are more career-oriented, there is nothing wrong with them. Just like Lan Xiao, she rarely spends time idle all day long."

Mother Wen naturally nodded happily in agreement, and then chatted and talked about it, not knowing what happened, and suddenly talked about Wen Cheng and Fu Ling.

The second elder did not know the identity of Fu Ling, but Wen Muchu did.

When he saw that the two elders liked Fu Ling very much, he also felt a little more compassionate.