Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

"Wen Muchu, your bones will be swallowed by wild beasts, and you will be accepted by me as your presidency. If you like this woman, I will leave it to you... My life is lost, I should fulfill your deep friendship..."

Lan Xiao's eyes widened and looked at Lou Yucheng incredulously: "What are you talking about?"

Lou Yucheng's cold gaze, faintly handed it to her, his lips smiled, and he whispered every word: "Your father, your grandfather and grandmother, and your younger brother were all killed by me. I made you blue. It is not him Wen Muchu who is ruined, but my Lou Yucheng..."

"Even the **** incident that year was arranged and planned by me alone. And Wen Muchu, he has never been just a scapegoat... Lan Xiao, the man you hated for so many years is actually against you. The man who digs his heart and his lungs. It is a pity that you killed him yourself...Haha...How can there be a stupid woman like you in this world?"

She raised her head and looked at him blankly, as if looking at a stranger.

The next moment, the muzzle of the black hole hit her forehead.

"The mistake was in the past. Your father shouldn't bring me back to the Lan family, and he shouldn't let my family break down. All this is retribution..."

Lan Xiao remembered in a daze that the first time he saw Lou Yucheng, he was ten years old.

That year, the heavy snowfall of goose feathers covered the entire tomb. His father opened the door of the villa and brought back a boy with ragged clothes and a dirty face but bright eyes.

Lan Shanhua would never know that what he brought back was not a beloved person who could give his daughter a happy harbour, but a wolf that destroyed the Lan family's century-old heritage.

With a bang of the gun, the bullet penetrated her eyebrows, and her body fell straight back. She opened her eyes wide, and fell on Wen Muchu's body without staring.

As his eyes gradually lost focus, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of a charming and graceful woman nestling on Lou Yucheng's shoulders.

They stared coldly at Lan Xiao, whose head was blown by a gun, and their eyes were cold, like ice and snow that had not melted for a thousand years, completely freezing her heart.

That woman is her half-parent. She has loved her sister who has been in love for decades.

She treats them with heart and lungs, but in the end, in exchange for their cruelest treatment, a tear of blood slipped from the corner of Lan Xiao's eyes, and her hatred and regret melted into the tears.

In her confusion, she only felt a piece of wetness on her finger, and then it burned, as if a fire rushed up.

She looked up at her fingers in a daze, but saw that the blood of her and Wen Muchu met, dyed the ruby ​​ring that was passed down from generation to generation on her index finger, a faint light flashed, and she was calm again. ——

...

When Lan Xiao woke up again, he was in a dark place where he could not see his fingers.

A strong smell of blood can be heard in the nose.

The smell made her feel uncomfortable, she couldn't help but snorted and turned over.

After turning over, she didn't know what happened to her forehead. She whispered in pain and quickly covered her head.

Wait, she remembered that when she died, she was shot in the head by Lou Yucheng.

She quickly touched her forehead, something was wrong, her forehead was only torn a bit, and there was no bleeding.

A cold wind hit her, and she curled up coldly and hugged her tightly.

What's more terrible is that she still knows cold and pain?

Doesn't the dead feel cold or painful? Why, her forehead hurts so much, and the cold wind is so biting?