Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

After writing it, he held it in his hands with a kind face and handed it to Lan Xiao.

"Miss Lan, take it away... I can't think of Miss Lan at such a young age, so knowledgeable, I really admire me. It's really scary for the younger generation..."

Lan Xiao was so modest that he waved his hand and dared not answer.

Old man Zhao could kill a few mosquitoes with a smile on his face. He clearly hated this girl to death, but he had to make a magnanimous, kind-looking look.

He is also tired, this girl really knows how to pretend.

Lan Xiao touched his nose, and no longer pretended to accept the check.

Looking at the amount on it, she smiled like a flower.

"Okay, the money is for you, then it's time for Mo Qing to complete the following two bets. Come, come over with a knife and put it in front of him. Mo Qing, please kneel down and apologize to Miss Lan. You can cut it with one hand, and with the other hand, find someone to cut it for you..."

"You don't need to be afraid. Once you chop off your hands, I will send you to the hospital immediately, where you can save your life." Father Zhao constricted his mouth with a smile and said coldly at Mo Qing.

In an instant, everyone's eyes turned to Mo Qing.

The real good show began.

Mo Qing was really unable to retreat and was forced onto the cliff.

Looking at him with so many gloating eyes, he was about to collapse.

Fear gleamed in his eyes, and at this moment there was no such arrogance that was just above and dismissive.

Now he is like a puddle of mud, waiting for his muddy mud to make a sound and make everyone happy.

Mo Qingmian climbed to Lan Xiao's face like ashes, his forehead pressed against the floor, and his head knocked.

"Miss Lan, I was wrong. I was an out-and-out idiot. I had no eyes. I mistakenly regarded the baby as a fake. I shouldn't be rude to you, let alone try to steal the copper stove, let alone. Hit the back of your hand. I was wrong, I really regret it..."

"Just forgive me for a fool who knows nothing. If my hand is chopped off, my whole life will be over. I am a useless person. You might as well take a knife and stab me to death. It's better than taking the rest of my life. Stay alive."

Lan Xiao felt that at this moment, if she continued to push and force Mo Qing to cut his hands, it would be bad.

She doesn't care about the opinions of other people, but what if Wen Muchu feels that she is cruel and cold-blooded because of this incident?

No man would like such a femme fatale, right?

Therefore, Lan Xiao changed his original intention. At this time, he could only retreat and could not enter anymore.

Appropriate performance of weakness can stimulate a man's desire for protection, which is beneficial to her and Wen Muchu's development.

As a result, she pretended to be taken aback, stepped back a little at a loss, and grabbed Wen Muchu's palm in a panic.

"This...I'm afraid..."

"..." Everyone.

The sudden reversal of the plot caught them off guard.

Zhao Xi was almost out of anger, this woman was just pretending.

Brother Jiang looked at Lan Xiao with interest, rubbing his slender fingers against his chin, and gently hooked the corners of his lips and smiled silently.

Wen Muchu's eyes flickered, and he held her palm with his backhand.

He guarded her and deceived him, watching Mo Qing bang his head condescendingly.

"We can spare your hands, but..."

Wen Muchu said half of the words, like a dawn, illuminating Mo Qing's entire world. He suddenly looked up, his eyes shining brightly at Wen Muchu.

"What? As long as you don't cut my hand, I will agree to whatever you want me to do."

Wen Muchu nodded slightly, and his thin lips slowly curled.

There was a cold glow in his eyes.

"Two fingers for two hands is very cost-effective, what do you think?"