Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

Wen Muchu's mouth is dry, and she can't wait to absorb the sweet taste of her lips.

What a grind little fairy.

When did Lou Yucheng leave, Lan Xiao doesn't have time to pay attention, okay?

She fell into the tender kiss of Wen Muchu.

The kiss was too long, until her brain was hypoxic.

Because of the lack of oxygen, because Wen Muchu took the initiative to kiss, the values ​​that jumped out of the system were automatically ignored by Lan Xiao.

She only felt that her head was dizzy, floating and sinking, and she was drowning in his tenderness.

Oh, how could there be such a gentle person in this world.

Lan Xiao was going crazy with excitement.

Sooner or later, she will die on Wen Muchu.

...

In the next few days, people like Liu Shan Lou Yucheng, who disgusted Lan Xiao, did not appear again.

Lan Xiao's mood couldn't be more beautiful.

In fact, some of the injuries she suffered were all skin injuries, and there was nothing important.

No pain or itching on the body, can eat, drink and sleep.

Moreover, Wen's mother brought some delicious food to feed Lan Xiao every day. It was difficult for Lan Xiao to get fat.

Of course, ignoring Wen Cheng's small radar-like eyes, in general, Lan Xiao is quite happy these days.

Lan Xiao felt that she was extremely happy to see Wen Muchu every day and eat delicious food.

Lan Xingbo was a few days late before learning about her injury, and rushed to the hospital in a hurry.

When he met Lan Shanhua, he gave a cold snort, ignoring Lan Shanhua, and rushed towards Lan Xiao.

He rushed to Lan Xiao's bed and cried with his nose and tears.

While complaining about such an important thing as Lan Xiao, he didn't notify him.

On the other hand, Lan Xiao asked worriedly whether his wound hurts.

"Sister, how could you get hurt? My brother feels so distressed. Does this wound on your neck hurt? Oh, you scared me to death. I thought you...you..."

Lan Xiao looked at Lan Xingbo inexplicably: "I'm not dead yet, are you here to cry for mourning?"

Lan Xingbo was taken aback for a moment, and his whole person was not well, he pitifully wiped away the tears on his face, and looked at Lan Xiao sadly.

"Sister, I'm worried about you. Listen to what you say? You are not poking my heart with a knife? Ah... my heart is bloodied by you... "

Finally, he clenched his fist and smashed his chest a few times.

He sighed, coughing blushing.

Lan Xiao twitched his mouth, come on, this sand sculpture brother, he acted too much and almost didn't choke himself to death.

Her brother, how can he let himself go more and more in front of her?

Lan Shanhua hurried forward, patted Lan Xingbo's back, and said with some worry.

"Be careful, you can choke even when you speak, you are able to..."

Lan Xingbo's face turned dark, and he snorted angrily: "I don't care about it..."

Then, he withdrew from Lan Shanhua's side, took an apple, sat next to Lan Xiao obediently, and peeled the apple.

Lan Shanhua's eyes dimmed for a few minutes, and he took a thermos bottle and went out to get hot water with some disappointment.

In the room, only their siblings were left in an instant.

Lan Xiao approached Lan Xingbo, poked his forehead with his hand, and said slightly accusingly.

"Even if my father is at fault, he is also our father. He loves us after all. Don't treat him like this. I feel sad..."

Lan Xingbo didn't say a word, leaving Lan Xiao some distance away with a stinking face, and quietly peeled off an apple.

He handed it to Lan Xiao: "You can take care of your injuries here, I think there are many people taking care of you, and I'm relieved. I'm still busy, so I will leave first..."