Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

His ink-stained eyes were full of dark tides that she couldn't see clearly.

He gently curled his lips and smiled softly at her.

Immediately, his fist slammed the black-clothed people mercilessly, and his feet were like a broken bamboo, kicking the black-clothed people out one by one.

For a moment, the people in black who were kicked, fell like snowflakes, disturbing her sight.

She couldn't see exactly which talent was him.

With a click, the door was opened again at this moment.

Before Lan Xiao had time to turn her head, a cold blade touched her neck.

"Don't move, you'll see blood when you move." The man's cold voice without the slightest emotion came from above her head.

She stiffly lowered her head to look at the cold dagger, resisting the tremor and panic in her heart, and slowly looked at the man standing behind her, holding the knife against her neck.

The man's features are handsome and charming, his eyes are dark, and the corners of his mouth have a sneer.

His aura was cold, and there was an evil spirit all over his body, and he was laughing, which made people feel creepy.

"Unexpectedly, even if he lived among the people, he grew up eating chaff and wearing coarse cloth, this skill is actually so good. With one enemy and one hundred, he is really a rare talent. There is your noble blood flowing on his body. Shining."

Lan Xiao trembled slightly, who was this person?

She remembered that a black-clothed subordinate had just called him Zong Shao.

Shao Zong, who is this person?

There has never been such a person in Lingcheng.

"Who are you and what tricks do you want to do?" Lan Xiao asked coldly, biting her lip.

Shao Zong glanced at her contemptuously, ignored her question, and obviously did not put her in his eyes.

In his eyes, she was like a white rabbit waiting to be slaughtered, or a bait to lure the tiger Wen Muchu into submission.

Zong Shao's gaze shifted from Lan Xiao's face to Wen Mu Chu on the other side of the glass wall.

He flexed his index finger and tapped lightly on the glass wall.

"Hey...Stop it..."

In less than ten minutes, all the ten men in black had been knocked down by Wen Muchu.

Wen Muchu was covered with scars and his face was also colored. He stood in the black clothes lying on the ground and turned to look over here.

When he saw Lan Xiao being pressed by Zong Shao with a dagger against his neck, his eyes were stained fiercely, and he quickly ran to the glass wall, holding his hand into a fist, and slammed it against the glass wall.

Lan Xiao looked at him blankly, only seeing him smashing the glass wall savagely and uncontrollably, looking at him hysterically.

Obviously she watched his mouth open and closed, but she could not hear any sound.

There is a wall, like two worlds.

She couldn't hear what he was saying, she could only see him like a beast trapped in a cage, a little bit out of control and crazy.

"Is it weird? He can hear us, but we can't hear him?" Zong Shao said coldly and said in a low voice.

Lan Xiao clenched his palms, held his breath, and made himself as calm as possible.

"What on earth do you want to do?"

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

...

Lan Xiao's palm pressed against the glass wall, her lips pressed, and she looked at Wen Muchu.

"Wen Muchu, I'm fine, you... how are you?"

Wen Muchu stopped smashing the glass, he leaned against the glass wall, his eyes fixed on Lan Xiao unblinking.

Lan Xiao's eyes were red, but she tried her best to hold back her tears. At this time, she couldn't cry, let alone mess, otherwise he would be more concerned.

She can no longer distract him and can't hold him back.

"Remember, you have to keep yourself anyway so that you can save me." She whispered, her fists stretched out and her palms pressed against the glass wall.

Wen Muchu stretched out his hand to touch her palm.