Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

"Thanks to you for pulling me in time, Brother Jiang, otherwise I would be really unlucky, thank you... I really appreciate it." Lan Xiao smiled, thanking him and twisting his waist uncomfortably. Retreat from his control.

Unexpectedly, instead of loosening the palm of Brother Jiang, he held it tighter.

He lowered his eyes and looked at Lan Xiao's awkward and awkward appearance, he couldn't help but smile softly and asked in a low voice.

"How do you thank me? It's not just a simple thank you. It can be done...a life-saving grace is greater than anything else. Think about how to repay me."

Lan Xiao stiffened, and her lips curled up without a smile.

"Then... if I have time another day, I will invite Brother Jiang to dinner. How about dinner?"

"Eating? It's boring, why don't you take advantage of this moment tonight, and you will dance with me later?" Jiang said half of his words, stepped away, and glanced at Lan Xiao's champagne dress: "This skirt suits you very well. It makes your skin like jade and snow, and it is also suitable for dancing. I think you will become the most beautiful woman on the court."

Lan Xiao's nervous palms were sweating, and at this moment, if she couldn't understand Jiang Ge's ambiguous words, she would really be a fool.

She smiled, decisively stretched out her hand and pushed away his hand that was holding her waist.

"Brother Jiang is wrong. I'm only eighteen years old this year. A woman... is still far away from me. I am young, and I really don't know how to dance. I know better than Brother Jiang, and I have enough experience... Dare to show your ugliness in front of Brother Jiang."

Brother Jiang raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at the empty palms, recalled the soft and smooth touch, slowly dazzling him.

Li's heart trembled slightly.

Immediately, he carefully stroked Lan Xiao's words again.

Ha... Eighteen years old, what a beautiful youth.

Brother Jiang pursed his lips and tilted his head a bit bitterly. Listening to her literal meaning, does he dislike his age?

She was eighteen, he was thirty, a total difference of twelve years, exactly one annual ring.

The old cow eats tender grass. This old cow is exactly earlier than this one, and he was born twelve years earlier.

Hey, this is really a headache.

Brother Jiang was embarrassed with each other and took the initiative to change the topic.

He stretched out his slender finger, took the cigarette from his lips, pinched out the spark of the cigarette butt, and handed it to the younger brother next to him.

He straightened out the somewhat wrinkled shirt, then turned his gaze to An Yao lightly.

"Tsk tsk, was this little beauty just singing a big show? How much do you hate Lan Xiao, hate it so much that you hurt her like this?"

An Yao stopped crying all at once. She saw Brother Jiang for the first time, and she didn't know the identity of Brother Jiang at all.

She only felt that this man had a strong aura and was not easy to provoke.

Especially the words that asked her just now, mixed with cold frost, her body trembled slightly when it was cold.

"I...I just slipped..." An Yao couldn't confess the truth, so she randomly found an excuse.

"Oh, my feet slipped? But how did I just hear you say that you are going to kill her? Could it be that I just had the auditory hallucinations?" Jiang Ge raised his ears and chuckled casually.

An Yao was startled, her palms slowly clenched her fists, her teeth trembling lightly.

"me……"

The appearance of An Yao's guilty conscience, everyone present could not understand.

This was trying to harm others, but he was unlucky.

Really, stealing chickens won't make you lose your rice.