Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

Wen Muchu was sleeping lightly and suddenly felt short of breath.

He frowned, opened his eyes and woke up.

When I woke up, I saw Lan Xiao's smiling face, magnified several times.

Wen Muchu smiled helplessly: "Mrs. President, are you trying to murder your husband?"

"No, how am I willing to... tease you..." Lan Xiao was a little coquettish, got into his arms and giggled in a low voice.

Wen Muchu guarded her belly, beware of her fetal gas.

He just looked at her and laughed and watched her make trouble.

The wedding was over. The next day, Lan Xiao followed Wen Muchu back to Jinjing and held the second wedding.

At the same time, Wen Cheng and Fu Ling also held their first wedding in country G.

Therefore, the two couples of them held another century wedding together in Jinjing.

This century wedding can be said to be a global live broadcast.

No matter where you are, you can be lucky enough to witness this wedding.

In a remote village near the sea, there is a simple peasant household. The black and white TV set is showing their century wedding.

A young girl in her twenties, with her cheeks in her hands, sat in front of the TV, watching the wedding with envy.

"Xiaoyun...what time is it now, you are still watching TV. Hurry up and cook...if you don't cook anymore, all the guests in our house will starve to death..." A forty or fifty dark skin The man, carrying a hoe, came back from outside and shouted at the girl watching TV in the living room.

The girl named Xiaoyun quickly responded, "Hey, Dad, I know. I'm going to cook..."

Then she reluctantly turned off the TV, went out of the living room, and entered the kitchen.

After about half an hour, two dishes and one soup are ready.

Xiao Yun quickly arranged the food on the dining table in the yard, and then went to a side room of the main room.

She opened the curtain of the side room, stretched her head, and shouted at the man sitting by the bed in the room: "Abba, the food is ready..."

The furnishings in the house are very simple.

A wooden bed, a wardrobe, a desk.

Apart from this, there is nothing else.

On the wooden bed lay a man with a hideous face.

The man is quite tall, he is lying on the wooden bed, his feet are beyond the feet of the bed...

There is a big burn scar on the man's face.

If so, those who don't know it will only think that this is a monster that can scare people to death.

The man stretched out his finger and placed it gently on the man's pulse.

He closed his eyes and felt it for a while, and felt that the pulse was very calm, then he sighed slightly and retracted his palm.

He opened his eyes and looked at Xiaoyun at the door.

"Okay, you can bring some porridge here as usual, feed him the porridge first, we will eat again..."

Xiaoyun sighed a little helplessly: "Abba, this man has been lying down for several months, can he really wake up?"

The man raised his eyebrows and sneered at her.

"Why, don't you believe your Abba's medical skills?"

Xiaoyun chuckled, "Why? You are a famous genius doctor. Here, from ten miles and eight villages, who doesn't know your name. It's just that, although your medical skills are good, Abba, your medical skills are not good enough to save you. Back to one, a patient sentenced to death by the hospital, right?"

The man curled his lips with a conceited smile. He covered the bedding for the man, walked to the door, and knocked Xiaoyun on the forehead.

"If Abba can save him...what are you going to do? Look well, Abba has never done anything unsure. This person, even if he steps into the ghost gate with both feet, Abba can pull him come back."