Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

Lan Xiao was startled, and quickly grabbed his arm.

"You...Where are you going?"

"Go home." He replied faintly.

"Oh..." Lan Xiao let go of his hand somewhat lost, and lowered his head.

Wen Muchu lifted his foot and left.

Lan Xiao felt that he was angry, but he didn't dare to ask. He vaguely knew that his anger might be related to this card.

But... She looked down at the black card in her hand, but she had hope in her heart...

Suddenly, the people who left went and returned.

He was very fast, walking towards her like a gust of wind.

Lan Xiao raised his head and saw him pursing the corners of his lips, with a cold ripple of light flowing in his eyes, walking towards her step by step.

The momentum seemed to be violent, turbulent, and a feeling that could not be retreated.

Lan Xiao was startled and stepped back unconsciously.

He walked up to her, took her arm, pulled her away.

He has long legs and strides so long that she can't keep up, so she can avoid it by jogging and not being dragged by him.

His palm hugged her wrist with great strength, and her wrist was a little painful.

But Lan Xiao held back and said nothing.

She didn't know where he took her.

In my heart, I rely on him inexplicably, trust him, and she is willing to go wherever he takes her.

Two people left the school gate, Wen Muchu took her into an alley near the school.

He finally stopped in the wet, dark and narrow alley.

Then, as soon as he turned around, he forced her to the corner, and she was shrouded in shadow by him.

He bullied her down, forcing her back against the cold wall.

A powerful oppressive momentum, with an unstoppable deterrent, suddenly attacked her.

At this moment, her nervous and nervous body shuddered unconsciously.

She has never seen such Wen Muchu.

He lifted his arms and took her shoulders, his generous and warm palms propped on her back, separated from the cold wall.

She was completely slammed by him.

Lan Xiao's heartbeat was beating uncontrollably.

She raised her head, Shui Lingling's eyes were open, and she looked up at his delicate and handsome face.

"Wen... Wen Muchu, you... what are you doing?"

"I...want...do...you..." Wen Muchu pressed her thin lips close to her ear, whispering every word.

With a bang, Lan Xiao felt his head went blank.

Even breathing, became suffocated.

She looked at him stupidly, at a loss, so straightforward, Meng Lang's words, she couldn't believe it, they came out of Wen Muchu's mouth.

She felt that she was dreaming.

To have a dream that is unthinkable and can take her half life.

Immediately, the earlobe was held by his warm lips, and he squeezed.

Lan Xiao shuddered, fingers grasping at his clothes helplessly.

Her breathing was rapid and her heart beat a drum. She felt that she was dying.

"Can you be a match for me, is it related to that card?" He muttered and asked in a low voice.

Lan Xiao dumbly looked at him in disbelief.

Wen Muchu raised her eyes faintly, pinched her chin with her slender fingers, and gently rubbed her red, plump, petal-like lips with her thumb.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, his hands were strong, and he asked in a low voice, "Is it relevant?"

"Yes..." Lan Xiao replied unconsciously.

After the word, he pinched her lips with fingers that increased his strength.