Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

There was a smirk at the corner of Wen Muchu's mouth: "Didn't you just provoke me calmly? Why, now I know I'm afraid?"

"Oh, I'm even afraid of you? I think it should be Zongyue who is here. If we are seen by outsiders, it should be embarrassing, right? Chuchu, stop making trouble, I'm thin-skinned, I really don't want people because of this. Talking about us. We still need to do business..." Lan Xiao's cheeks turned red all of a sudden. There is a real sense of embarrassment as she lifts a rock and hits her own foot.

Wen Muchu's thin lips slowly approached Lan Xiao's ear.

"Kissing you is also a matter of business."

Lan Xiao was excited by the heat from his mouth trembling slightly.

She felt the bones of her body numb.

Seeing her so shy, Wen Muchu couldn't help smiling with joy as he couldn't help but find a place to get in.

Can't bear to continue teasing her, making her anxious.

He bowed his head, kissed her, then let go of Lan Xiao.

Lan Xiao let out a sigh of relief, and quickly sorted out his somewhat messy hair and clothes.

Wen Muchu fell to the place where the old **** was sitting, there was no mess on his body.

Lan Xiao looked at her, feeling dull for a while.

She glared at Wen Mu Chu, as she entered the bathroom in the room.

Her cheeks were red at the moment, and she was not suitable for seeing outsiders.

So, she went into the bathroom, took some water, and threw it gently on her cheek.

When the temperature of her face dropped a little bit, she took a paper towel and wiped the water drops on her face.

Zongyue also opened the door at this time and entered the room.

After he came in, he glanced around the room and didn't see Lan Xiao.

His gaze finally stopped on Wen Muchu's body.

"Is Miss Lan away?"

"She feels a little hot, and she is washing her face..." Wen Muchu replied quietly with a curved corner of his mouth.

Zong Yue raised his head and glanced at the air conditioner with warm air hanging on the wall.

The season now is approaching December.

In the past few days, there have been several winter rains.

The weather is getting colder and colder.

In such cold weather, the indoor heating is turned on, so Lan Xiao is still hot?

Zong Yue thought, his eyes sank a little bit.

He clenched his fist, walked to Wen Muchu, and asked in a low voice.

"I don't know, why did you call me in?"

Wen Muchu leaned on the seat, pointed to the seat next to him, and said to Zongyue.

"Sit down first..."

Zongyue sat down and looked up at Wen Muchu.

Wen Muchu's index finger was slightly bent, and he gently tapped on the desktop beside his hand.

The sound of dong dong sounded in the room, seemingly like nothing.

Zongyue twisted her eyebrows, took a touch of inquiry, and looked at Wen Muchu quietly.

The two people were silent, and neither spoke to each other.

Zong Yue thought that this silence would last forever.

Until, Wen Muchu broke the calm.

"Mr. Zong, I think you should also know, Zong Family Group, now you are in control of Zong Pu's affairs?"

A dark light flashed through Zong Yue's eyes.

He pursed his thin lips and looked at Wen Muchu for unknown reasons.

"I knew about it, and now this matter has already caused ups and downs in the city, I think no one will not know."

"For this, don't you have any opinions?" Wen Muchu asked in a low voice.

While he was asking, he looked at Zongyue without blinking.

Zong Yue clenched his fist, his eyes flickering.