The big entertainer adopted by the female president

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"Ding Dong."

"Ding Dong."

"Boom!"

The doorbell outside the house became more and more urgent, accompanied by the sound of palms knocking on the door from time to time.

Apparently, because the two of them were in the restaurant, they were delayed for a few more minutes, and the old aunt outside the door was getting impatient at this moment.

"Cough cough..."

Wang Luoqi took two steps back, bent his body halfway, and coughed hard twice. After a while, he raised his head and looked at Wen Yan who was leaning on the dining table.

You can't hide the look in the eyes of someone who wants to knife alone. The female president's eyes are as sharp as a knife, and she glares at Wen Yan viciously.

Ah, it's over, Barbie's buttoned up, my little brother, I'm so flustered Wen Yan shivered, and only after he calmed down did he realize the seriousness of the matter.

Based on his understanding of Wang Luoqi, if it wasn't for the old aunt who was outside the door at this moment and kept ringing the doorbell to urge her, the female president might decide to clean up the house on the spot——

The little Chi Lao who committed crimes with a knife.

Wen Yan pointed to the door, and carefully reminded:

"Sister Luo Qi, Aunt Wu is outside. Time is urgent now. It's not time for us to worry about these things. You go and clean up first, and I will open the door for Auntie..."

The best way to resolve internal conflicts is to turn them into external conflicts. Wen Yan said that at this time, only by bringing up the "old aunt's threat theory" can the female president's prehistoric power that is about to overflow be suppressed.

After all, compared to the little friction in front of him, letting the old aunt find out the tricks between the two is what Wang Luoxi fears the most.

Sure enough, after glancing at the "bang bang" door, Wang Luoxi paused, the anger in her beautiful eyes eased a little, and a look of worry appeared on her oval face.

The exposure crisis happened too suddenly, completely beyond the "timeline" she had expected. Now, she has not arranged many things, so it is naturally not the best time for a showdown.

If she was caught right now, what would my mother's reaction be, and what would she do?
Will he kill Xiao Chilao?
Wang Luoxi didn't have the slightest confidence in his heart.

But if she just let Xiao Chi go lightly because she was concerned about her mother's reaction, the female president would feel unwilling.

……

The mind is like an electric turn, in fact, a thought.

As someone close to her day and night, just from the look on Wang Luoxi's eyebrows, Wen Yan can tell that she is struggling right now.

Is this feeling aggrieved, sulking secretly?
Sensing Wang Luoqi's abnormality, Wen Yan continued to fool around "recklessly":

"Sister Luo Qi, after I send Aunt Wu away, I'll make an apology for you, and promise that you will never fight back if you beat me or scold you."

Sure enough, looking at the "sincerity" on his face, he was still shameless at this moment, promising warm words with empty promises, Wang Luoqi immediately stopped being entangled.

To be honest, she just likes Xiao Chi Lao's death-defying personality.

Every time she was sulking, this guy would add fuel to the fire at the right time, so that she couldn't help but fight.

So, she raised her slap and slapped it directly...

And what about Wen Yan?
He didn't dodge either, instead he closed his eyes and chose to lie flat.

After all, he did go too far this time, and he deserves some punishment.

...

But after waiting for a few seconds, the expected slap did not fall on him.

Wen Yan opened his eyes, and saw Wang Luoxi's slap hovering in the air, his fingers clenched and straightened, with a struggling expression.

Ah, Sister Luo Qi, you are really reluctant. Wen Yan blinked, realizing the entanglement of the female president.

Even if he handed over the steps, Wang Luoxi was still not willing to do it.

What, are you very proud?Seeing the blinking Wen Yan, Wang Luoqi became angry with embarrassment, and "Peng" kicked the chair far away.

Then he turned around, picked up the short sleeves on the ground, covered his mouth, and hurried to the bathroom.

Chair, chair, how innocent are you? Leaning over to pull up the chair, and straightening the tilted table, Wen Yan slightly shook his head:

Don't look at Wang Luoqi's behavior style all the time, she is very domineering and never willing to suffer, but whenever she encounters a problem about him, she is the one who chooses to compromise in the end.

Well, those who are favored have nothing to fear.

……

First open the window on the balcony to let fresh air come in to ventilate the room. Wen Yan tidied up the messy living room and put everything in order.

Because it wasn't clear, Wu Wanqing already knew about his injury, so Wen Yan naturally wanted to delay it a little longer.

Only in this way can the peculiar smell in the house be eliminated as much as possible.

Glancing at the wall clock on the wall, seeing that four or five minutes had passed, Wen Yan walked towards the door calmly.

After pressing for so long, the old aunt's white and tender fingers are probably going to be bald. He secretly cursed in his heart.

At the same time, Wen Yan was also a little puzzled:
No one has come to open the door in the house for so long, why does the old aunt keep ringing the doorbell, so sure, there must be someone at home?

When he walked to the door and heard Wu Wanqing's voice, Wen Yan finally understood what was going on.

"Yiyi, are you sure that Luo Xi and Xiaoyan are both at home, and the doorbell is almost broken by me, why hasn't anyone come to help me open the door?"

It turned out that there was an inner ghost in the family. Unexpectedly, Li Yiyi, who had black eyebrows and phoenix eyes, started the business of tipping off the news again. Wen Yan murmured secretly:

This short-haired little secretary, this is the rhythm of developing into a family slave with three surnames.

Ever since Wang Luoxi and Wu Wanqing resolved their conflicts, it was the Qilixiang Group, a veritable Queen Mother Lafayette.

Therefore, Li Yiyi would not hide such trivial daily matters about the president's "schedule".

When Wu Wanqing called, she confessed everything, and she knew everything.

"What, Luo Qi still sprained his ankle?"

Wu Wanqing's voice was a little anxious: "You damn girl, why are you so tight-lipped and won't even tell me this kind of thing?"

"Luo Xi has difficulty moving, and Xiaoyan is injured again. They are two sick patients, where can they go?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she asked herself and answered:

"It must be at home. If you haven't opened the door for me for so long, isn't there some accident?"

"No, Yiyi, Auntie just hang up first. I want to call the property management. If it doesn't work, let them come over and break the door. If I don't figure it out today, I won't feel at ease."

Wu Wanqing has no doubts about whether the property staff will help. The entire community of Qilixiangdu is her family's property, which naturally includes the property company.

...

Moreover, after knowing that her daughter had been in a car accident and adopted a little guy, at least one-third of the security personnel here were transferred by her elder brother from Kyoto, and they were absolutely reliable and obedient.

No way, auntie, no way after hearing that Wu Wanqing is so anxious, even about to break the door, Wen Yan naturally won't delay any longer.

With the speed of being single for 17 years, he opened the door and said with a 'surprised' face:

"Auntie, you're back from Kyoto, why don't you tell me in advance, so I can drive to pick you up..."

But before he finished speaking, his voice stopped abruptly. Just now, through the door, only from the voice, he hadn't noticed Wu Wanqing's abnormality yet.

Wen Yan had never seen the old aunt look so haggard.

For a long time, Wu Wanqing, who was born in a wealthy family, left the impression on him as a noble, elegant, calm and aristocratic lady.

She pays great attention to the external image, whether it is clothing or jewelry, they are very decent and exquisite, giving people a kind of natural and elegant, with a hint of bookishness of high-level intellectuals.

At this time, although she was still wearing a light blue cheongsam in the style of the Republic of China as usual, the slits that originally only reached the knees now extended irregularly to the middle of the thighs.

Could it be that he walked too hastily and didn't pay attention to the road conditions, so he didn't know where he got scratched?
But when he saw the white high-heeled shoes lying by the door and the transparent stockings on Wu Wanqing's feet, Wen Yan immediately rejected this idea.

This was obviously because she herself felt that it was inconvenient to move, so she tore a hole in the cheongsam with her hands, and it seemed that she was still barefoot and ran for a while.

Such an embarrassing appearance is simply impossible in the past, and it happened to the delicate old aunt.

"Auntie, you are..." Wen Yan blamed himself in his heart, for a moment, he didn't know how to speak.

If he had known that this was the case, even if he was worried that the old aunt who had been here might find something abnormal after entering the house, he should have let him know first, because Wu Wanqing, who was in the province, didn't know the situation and was in a hurry outside.

"Xiaoyan, how is your wound? Why didn't you stay in the hospital and ask the medical staff to observe it for a few more days?"

With worry in her eyes, Wu Wanqing pulled Wen Yan's short sleeves and was about to see his wound.

"Hey, Luo Xi, this dead girl, is really outrageous. She didn't even call me to notify me of such a big incident at home?"

"If Ruotong hadn't told me this morning, Auntie would still be in a meeting in Kyoto."

"Hmph, as the president of a listed company, he still manages the jobs of tens of thousands of people, why can't he tell the priority of things?"

"Could it be that in her eyes, our Xiaoyan's health is not as good as that of the Medical Association, that meeting that is full of soy sauce?"

Annoyed at her daughter's concealment, Wu Wanqing took the opportunity to apply eye drops to Wen Yan without leaving a trace.

Even the mother and daughter are digging pits for each other, is it already involved to this extent? As the family's lubricant, Wen Yan would not be so stupid as to get involved in the "intrigue" between the mother and daughter.

Now echoing Wu Wanqing's rant, if Wang Luoxi heard it, it would definitely be another war without gunpowder.

...

After all, in these years, for the status of "head of the family" and the right to speak in the family, the two women have often passed.

Seeing Wu Wanqing's fingers had already lifted up the corner of her short sleeves, Wen Yan subconsciously reached out to block it, and said in a loud voice:
"Auntie, it's okay, it's okay, it's just a skin injury."

Because his wound has healed, and now there is only a layer of blood scab left, it's really hard to explain to Wu Wanqing.

"No, you have to let me take a look, otherwise I don't feel at ease." Wu Wanqing held on to the hem of her clothes and did not let go.

Seeing the old aunt's resolute attitude and her tear-filled eyes, Wen Yan couldn't bear to make her worry.

Fortunately, even Wang Luoxi had never seen his wound with his own eyes, so Wen Yan relaxed his arms and let the old aunt open his short sleeves.

"Ah." Wu Wanqing covered her red lips and exclaimed.

Seeing Wen Yan's smooth abdominal muscles wrapped in thick gauze, the old aunt burst into tears.

As a doctor with rich professional posture, when she sees the gauze area, she can almost estimate the size of the wound and how many stitches are needed.

People like Wen Yan needed at least a dozen stitches. Just thinking about the scene at that time, Wu Wanqing's heart ached.

Seeing the old aunt's reaction, Wen Yan also knew that she should have guessed the original appearance of the wound.

Because he didn't want her to worry, Wen Yan could only make a pretense, and said in a low voice:

"Auntie, it's not as serious as you think, it's just a little bit of skin."

"You also know Sister Luo Qi's temper. When she saw me fighting with someone, she was able to let me go. That's why I asked the doctor to wrap the gauze bigger. This is a bitter trick to deceive her..."

Wen Yan carefully crafted a white lie, telling the story of his "conspiracy" with Wu Hao to deceive Wang Luoxi.

Anyway, the eldest cousin doesn't know the whole story, so he will be able to "cooperate" in a muddle-headed way to lie about it later.

Wen Yan is not worried, Wu Hao will tear him down.

"Really?" Wu Wanqing didn't believe it.

"Of course it's true." Wen Yan opened a small opening in the gauze, allowing Wu Wanqing to see part of the blood scab.

"Hey, what are you doing, don't touch the gauze, be careful of the wound..."

Before she finished speaking, Wu Wanqing saw the corners of the blood scab, just like what Wen Yan said, she breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved.

"You see, it's really a small wound. It's just a little bit of skin. It will heal in two days." Wen Yan said with a smile.

"You kid even dare to tell such a lie..." Wu Wanqing glanced at Wen Yan angrily, and stretched out her hand to pinch his ear.

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts, Auntie, let go." Wen Yan repeatedly begged for mercy.

"Okay, since you told me the truth and didn't lie to me, I'll let you off this time today." Wu Wanqing let go of her fingers.

Wen Yan didn't dare to tell the truth to her daughter, but did not hide anything from her, which made the old aunt feel very relieved.

Sure enough, he didn't love him in vain all these years. The little guy is a person who knows what's good and what's wrong, and he's still closer to her aunt now.

Alas, Luo Qi's such a strong personality is really not suitable for raising children. Wu Wanqing secretly complacent in her heart.

...

Just as Wen Yan put down the hem of his clothes, Wu Wanqing suddenly caught a glimpse of a bruise on his waist.

"Hey, wait a minute!"

The old aunt opened her red lips slightly, a little surprised: "How did you do it here, why are there nail marks?"

Wen Yan: "..."

It's not your daughter's fault. She insisted on pinching my waist while leaving the sofa alone. Wen Yan felt a little helpless.

Of course, he was also a little lucky.

Fortunately, Wu Wanqing just lifted up the corner of her short sleeves, if she took off the whole thing, she might find another beauty point.

After all, there is still a row of teeth marks on his shoulders.

"That's right, why do I still have fingernail marks here? Auntie, don't tell me I haven't found it yet." Wen Yan acted as if I didn't know what was going on.

After a while, he suddenly realized, and said in a firm tone:

"Yes, it must have been pinched by someone when I had a conflict with someone last night. After all, it was too chaotic at the time. I don't remember it, and it's normal."

As he spoke, he lowered his short sleeves to block Wu Wanqing's view.

"Really?" Wu Wanqing was a little suspicious.

Why does she feel that the nail print looks a bit like it was just cut?
"Of course it is." Wen Yan nodded affirmatively.

Then, he turned sideways and quickly changed the subject: "Auntie, let's stop standing here and talk, come in and talk."

"Okay." Wu Wanqing didn't bother with such a trivial matter.

She bent down to pick up her high heels, followed Wen Yan into the living room.

But as soon as she walked to the sofa, she wrinkled her nose slightly and muttered in a low voice:
"Hey, why is there a fishy smell here?"

……

The big entertainer adopted by the female president