Cold President's Exclusive Beloved Wife

The voice of Mo Xiaoxue is gentle and soft, with incomparable weakness. Listening, people especially want to pity.

The hand that opened the door was there. Yan Jingyi slowly turned her head. She clearly remembered that she pushed Mo Xiaoxue, but the push was not strong enough to hurt people.

But Mo Xiaoxue now calls Lu Wentao. She says she has a stomachache.

"I'm... I'm at your door, Wen Tao, Jing Yi. She didn't mean it. You left in the middle of the night. I thought something had happened to you, so I couldn't help coming to you. As a result, just... Just met her... She just..."

Lu Wentao's face was livid, "wait for me." the car was not far from the community. He turned around and hurried back. He knew that Mo Xiaoxue was at the door of his house, so he went up.

At the door, Mo Xiaoxue was still sitting on the floor and didn't mean to stand up at all. As soon as LAN Jingyi gritted her teeth, she was used to it. She was really used to being misunderstood. This time, whatever, "Ka", she unscrewed the door lock, walked into the room quickly, closed the door with a "bang" and forgave her. She really couldn't be kind to Xiaosan who robbed her husband, Even ask her to get started. She doesn't have such good self-restraint.

Lu Wentao is coming back. In fact, he didn't drive far.

LAN Jingyi rushed to the balcony. Sure enough, he soon saw Lu Wentao's black Audi driving into the community again.

He got out of the car. He entered the corridor and was climbing the stairs.

LAN Jingyi put his hand over his chest and began to imagine his reaction when he saw Mo Xiaoxue sitting on the ground and covering his stomach. He would hate himself.

The cell phone rang at this time. She suddenly picked it up and looked at it. It was a text message.

"If you come out and apologize to me now, I can choose to forgive you once, and I will say a few good words to you from him."

It was a strange mobile phone number, but LAN Jingyi was sure that the person who sent the message was mo Xiaoxue.

Gently stroked the five finger mountain on her face, which was still numb and painful at the moment. She was the one who really suffered. With that push, she really regretted that she didn't do her best just now.

The door was pushed open with a clang. Lu Wentao hugged the petite Yiren's Mo Xiaoxue, looked at her and said fiercely: "Lan Jingyi, you'd better pray that she's okay, otherwise, where she hurts, I want you to hurt."

It was another "clang" sound. Lu Wentao hurried downstairs holding Mo Xiaoxue. The loud footsteps were in her ears, and her hands still stopped on her numb face. She stared at the direction of the two people's departure and shouted, "if you have a seed, divorce me and marry her. Lu Wentao, I will thank you."