Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

She couldn't help holding Song Qiaoqiao's small hand backhand, curled her lips slightly, and smiled at that Madam Song.

"Ms. Song, right? I came to Song's house suddenly, so I was a little presumptuous. I'll be here first to make a payment to Mrs. Song..."

Mrs. Song glanced at Lan Xiao disdainfully and snorted coldly.

She sees too much of such a scheming little girl.

One by one, relying on their beauty and the relationship of classmates, approaching her son with unruly heart. Isn't it because of her son's background?

"No, Hefeng is sick now. I don't have time to see you, so hurry up." Mrs. Song glanced at Lan Xiao coldly, and then looked at Jiang Qingyun. The disdainful smile on her face turned and immediately Hold Jiang Qingyun's hand: "Qing'er, are you here? Hurry in and accompany Hefeng. He needs someone to accompany him at this time. You are here at the right time."

Jiang Qingyun was a little proud, and smiled at Lan Xiao's provocative lips.

Look, she still pleases Mrs. Song to like this kind of little girl, even if Song Hefeng likes it, it should not be possible for the Song family to let him marry such an ordinary girl.

Jiang Qingyun smiled at Mrs. Song, then followed Li Hongxia affectionately and turned into the room.

Lan Xiao chuckled, took Song Qiaoqiao's arm, and said, "We have a chance to meet Qiaoqiao stepmother again..."

Mrs. Song turned around abruptly after hearing this, looking at Lan Xiao with a green face.

"what did you say?"

Song Qiaoqiao was also taken aback, but he didn't expect Lan Xiao to say so suddenly.

Lan Xiao curled her lips and smiled at Mrs. Song: "Ms. Song should be a Qiaoqiao stepmother? Probably only a stepmother would speak to her daughter so sarcastically, right?"

Mrs. Song's face turned pale, she pointed at Lan Xiao and gritted her teeth and scolded: "What are you talking about? When did I sneer at Qiaoqiao? She is my own daughter. Can I not reprimand and discipline my own daughter? Also, this is our Song family's business. What are you doing as an outsider? Get out of here, otherwise, you can't bear the consequences of offending the Song family."

Song Qiaoqiao pulled Lan Xiao's hand and explained in a low voice: "Lan Xiao, you misunderstood, my mother is not a stepmother, she is my real mother."

"Oh, I really don’t see that it was your mother. She was so to you. I thought it was your stepmother. I’m sorry, Qiaoqiao, I misunderstood. Don’t be angry. I didn’t expect that your mother was right. It seems that you and your stepmother, just like my stepmother, don't know how vicious it is..." Lan Xiao said apologetically, pulling her lips together.

Madame Song shuddered slightly with anger.

"It's so presumptuous, it really deserves to be hit."

She released Jiang Qingyun and walked towards Lan Xiao.

Without saying anything, she raised her hand to hit Lan Xiao.

Song Qiaoqiao was taken aback, and quickly blocked Lan Xiao.

There was a bang, and the slap resounded all around.

Song Qiaoqiao only felt that a figure flashed in front of her eyes, and someone quickly received the slap for her.

The person who was beaten for her was not someone else, but Song Hefeng who was originally lying on the bed.

In fact, Song Hefeng didn't want to slap Song Qiaoqiao, he ran over to slap Lan Xiao.

Unexpectedly, Song Qiaoqiao would block for Lan Xiao, then he would let Song Qiaoqiao block.

Jiang Qingyun saw Madam Song hit Song Hefeng, her eyes widened in surprise, and she raised her hand to cover her lips.

"Gosh..."

Mrs. Song's slap fell. She did not expect that the person who was slapped was her own son.

She suddenly felt distressed, and quickly reached out and covered Song Hefeng's face with a trembling palm.

"Son, why are you rushing over suddenly? Let mom see if you are hurt? Why are you so stupid, why are you rushing over to slap this stinky girl?"

Song Hefeng didn't pay attention to Li Hongxia at all, his eyes kept looking straight at Lan Xiao.

Those eyes were scorching and shining, as if they were afraid to blink, lest she blinked and she disappeared.

"You... why are you here?" He looked at Lan Xiao with some excitement, and asked in a hoarse voice.

Lan Xiao didn't expect that Song Hefeng, who was lying on the bed, would run over and block the slap.

She glanced at his flushed right cheek: "Is your face okay? Do you want to apply ice?"

Song Hefeng shook his head quickly, and he was a little incoherent with excitement: "No...I'm fine...Don't worry. Ah, no, my face really hurts. You...can you help me apply ice?"

Lan Xiao was dumb, twitching the corners of her mouth.

This Song Hefeng climbed up the pole, quite numb.

Lest Lan Xiao wouldn't agree, Song Hefeng quickly turned to look at Mrs. Song.

"Mom... I'm hungry, I want to eat, please let the kitchen prepare some food for me. I'm fine here, you can go to work, quickly get me food and eat..."

Mrs. Song was taken aback for a moment, her face blank.

She took Song Hefeng's hand and asked nervously, "Son, don't scare mom. Mom didn't mean to beat you. If you feel uncomfortable, you must tell mom."

Her son has been arguing about not eating, getting out of bed, or going to school these days.

How could it be possible that her son would be well after being slapped by her?

Her heart is like being fried in a frying pan.

Song Hefeng's face sank and immediately lost his temper.

Lest Lan Xiao want to leave, he was too anxious, so he yelled at Mrs. Song: "Oh mother, you can go and ask you what you should do? I told you so much. I want to eat. You're still grinding here, don't you want to starve your son to death?"

Mrs. Song's face was terrified, and she quickly covered Song Hefeng's mouth.

"Oh son, don't say those unlucky words. Well, what do you want, mom will do it, don't scare mom anymore."

As Mrs. Song said, she wanted to turn around and leave to prepare meals for Song Hefeng.

At that time, seeing Song Qiaoqiao still not taking Lan Xiao away, she looked at Song Qiaoqiao coldly and couldn't help but rebuke.

"Didn't you let you take her away? What are you still grinding here? Blame you, for no reason, let Hefeng slap him, and I will ask you to settle the account if I have time."

Song Qiaoqiao clenched his fist, with a trace of sadness in his eyes.

She really couldn't figure out why they were both her children.

Why has her mother's attitude towards her and He Feng been so different since she was young?

Just because she is a daughter, is Hefeng a son?

Lan Xiao's heart was unhappy to the extreme, this Madam Song was simply too much.

Does any mother treat her daughter?

She yelled and sneered at every turn, it made her feel very angry after hearing it.

"Okay, I'll remind Mrs. Song again, I'll get out of here. I won't make Qiaoqiao embarrassed..." Lan Xiao finished speaking, took Song Qiaoqiao's hand, turned and left.

Unexpectedly, just after two steps, her arm was caught by Song Hefeng.

Mrs. Song was startled and looked at Song Hefeng in amazement: "Son, what are you doing?"