Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

His face turned pale in an instant.

With a bang, there seemed to be a muffled thunder in his mind. This thunder completely shattered his thoughts and the last little extravagant hope.

He trembling hands, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

Because of the smoke, the umbrella in his hand slipped, and the big raindrops fell on him fiercely.

Those raindrops made him feel distressed.

The younger brother next to him immediately picked up the umbrella and carefully blocked the rain for Jiang.

The smoke in Brother Jiang's hand was drenched by rain, but he still didn't notice, shaking his hand and drawing out a cigarette, slowly handing it to Wen Muchu.

Wen Muchu did not answer, and continued: "Brother Jiang, what kind of character do you think Lan Xiao is? You disregard her wishes and dig out the doubts she buried deep in your heart. You think you are helping Is she? In fact, you are not helping her, you are harming her. In fact, do you think you really like her? No...you are curious about her only because of interest, and make a difference Feelings."

"It's just that...you use this shameful means, with the means of dealing with your opponents, thinking to capture Lan Xiao's heart...heh...How can love be obtained by means? Exchange it with sincerity? Sincerity is the right way to love... Jiang Ge actually doesn't love Lan Xiao, you only love yourself..."

After Wen Muchu said this, he left here without looking back and headed towards the top of the cemetery.

The last sentence was especially heartbreaking, and Jiang's brother was trembling.

Brother Jiang's arm trembled almost inaudibly.

The cigarette in his hand slipped slowly and fell to the ground, arousing a drop of rain.

The water splashed on his trousers, obviously not staining his skin, but he felt that there was a cold breath slowly rising from the soles of his feet.

The heavy rain continued to fall, crashing, and the cold raindrops, as if they could fall in his heart, were bitingly cold, making him uncomfortable.

Brother Jiang's whole body was stiff, and after a long while, he slowly raised his head, through the umbrella curtain.

Looking towards the top of the cemetery, he was clearly only one step away, but at this step, he knew that after today, it would become a thousand mountains.

Such a distance will be a gap that he has been unable to bridge in his entire life.

At this moment, he clearly understood that he was completely excluded from Lan Xiao and Wen Muchu.

Between Lan Xiao and Wen Muchu, no one could penetrate.

In terms of understanding, he really lost to Wen Muchu's understanding of Lan Xiao.

Even worse, he loves Lan Xiao's pure heart.

Moreover, he never expected that Wen Muchu would come back at this special moment.

He put Lan Xiao in the same position as his future.

Even Lan Xiao's weight surpassed his future.

Compared to Wen Muchu, his meager goodwill and likes, what counts?

A man who is willing to put his own future and future behind, and rush back to accompany her with such a deep and deep love——

Somehow, Jiang Ge felt a little embarrassed.

He suddenly remembered the scene where Lan Xiao pulled Liu Shan out of the rain.

Lan Xiao's eyes full of hatred and indifference made him frown.

Is he really wrong?

"Is there any smoke?" Jiang Ge said hoarsely and asked the younger brother beside him.

The little brother quickly took out a cigarette from his pocket.

Brother Jiang turned on the lighter, carrying the wind, and lit the cigarette.

He let the north wind rustle and let the rain fall on him.

He still stood still, looking at the direction of the top of the mountain without blinking.

The younger brother next to him asked in fear: "Brother Jiang, what should we do next?"

"Wait." Jiang Ge sat back in the carriage again, leaving two words.

He looked up at the car window, and the raindrops were falling continuously, startled in a daze.

He was thinking, what would it be like to face Wen Muchu's Lan Xiao?

Is it indifferent to reject people thousands of miles away?

Still thrown into Wen Muchu's arms, fragile like a child?

Could it be that his liking for Lan Xiao was just because of his interest, and he had a good impression of her.

Is it just a good impression?

Don’t even like it?

...

Wen Muchu held the umbrella handle and walked up the mountain little by little.

The mountain road was rugged, the road was muddy and slippery, and the surroundings were pitch black. He couldn't help but think distressedly, how did Lan Xiao drag Liu Shan to the top of the mountain?

She must have hated to the extreme, anger to the extreme, so that even the fear of the dark and the cold that a girl should have in normal times have forgotten.

Wen Muchu's pace unconsciously speeded up.

He was very worried, but more distressed.

About ten minutes later, he went to the top of the mountain, looking for clusters of tombstones.

Finally, he found Lan Xiao's trail in the last row, at the very edge.

Lan Xiao hugged the tombstone, bowed his head, silently, as if asleep.

She let the cold rain hit her, and she didn't react at all.

No sound, no vitality, just like dead.

He had never seen such a decadent and desperate Lan Xiao.

His heart trembled slightly, a touch of pain, faintly jumped to his heart.

Wen Muchu's breathing was stagnant, and he lifted his foot and ran towards Lan Xiao.

"Xiao Xiao..."

He slowly squatted down, put the umbrella on top of her, and screamed.

Lan Xiao moved her eyelids. She felt that the sound just now seemed to be her hallucination.

Why is Wen Muchu here?

He should be at the military base, and he should still be participating in the Raptors selection.

He has such an important thing, it is impossible for him to come to her.

As Lan Xiao thought, her eyelids moved, and she didn't move any more, continuing to maintain the original state.

All this is her illusion.

Wen Muchu couldn't help but his palm trembled slightly, he slowly touched her shoulder, he threw away the umbrella, and dragged her into his arms without any hesitation.

"Xiaoxiao, don't be afraid, I am here..."

Lan Xiao's body trembled in shock, the voice really resembled Wen Muchu.

Wen Muchu...Why would he come here at this time?

Lan Xiao didn't dare to write or think about it.

However, the familiar breath was constantly fluttering on her nose.

The temperature that was so warm that it was about to melt made her tears in her eyes.

Cool fingers slowly touched her cheeks, gently stroking her skin over and over again.

The gentle voice that she missed was even more surging to her.

"I'm back, your Chu Chu is back."

Lan Xiao's originally stiff palm slowly regained consciousness.

She used her nails to pinch her palms fiercely.

The pain in the palm of her hand made her sober in an instant.