Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

About ten minutes later, Gu Ci edited the cause and effect of the incident into a text message and sent it to Wen Muchu.

Wen Muchu read the text message and was so angry that he wanted to smash the phone.

But after all, he held back his anger, holding the phone tightly, trying to calm his feelings of indignation.

He leaned on the head of the bed, squinting slightly, his eyes flashing with cold hostility.

This Song family is really good.

How dare to **** someone from him?

This Mrs. Song's courage is really not so big.

Since Mrs. Song had such courage, he wouldn't mind giving her a big gift.

Wen Muchu grinned coldly, and then arranged for Gu Ci to do some things.

Gu Ci received the task and did not ask much, so he went to handle it immediately.

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Song Hefeng was sent to the hospital. The doctor checked the effect of the medicine in his body and immediately gave him an infusion to relieve the medicine in his body.

Mrs. Song was worried and kept waiting at the door.

Soon after, the old man of the Song family came over and slapped Madam Song severely.

"You are really capable... People in the presidential palace, you dare to touch it. Do you want our Song family to be enemies of the presidential palace? I tell you, without the support of the presidential palace, our Song family is nothing. If you want to die, I can ask Song Qiang to divorce you now, lest you do stupid things again and harm our Song family."

Mrs. Song was completely blinded by this slap.

She clutched her cheeks and looked at Father Song in a daze: "Dad, how did you know this?"

"How did I know? Why, maybe you do it, don't you allow others to say it?" Old man Song had a cold face, and he rebuked him coldly.

He had met Lan Xiao once at the Fang family's family banquet. Even though he liked that little girl, she was already a member of the Presidential Palace, and their Song family would never touch her again.

He didn't expect that Mrs. Song would be so bold, she would dare to drug Lan Xiao.

Fortunately, Song Hefeng drank the medicine juice.

If Lan Xiao drank the juice, the consequences would be hard to imagine.

However, Mrs. Song was anxious to know who it was and told Mrs. Song the secret.

When she saw Song Qiaoqiao, she shouted at Song Qiaoqiao's gritted teeth: "Did you tell your grandfather, you little bitch? What do you want to do? Are you trying to kill me?"

There were tears in Song Qiaoqiao's eyes, and the three words "Little Slut" came out of Mrs. Song's mouth. She felt her whole heart hurt.

"No, I didn't tell Grandpa."

"Don't deny it, you are just jealous. I am good to peace. That's what you did behind your back. You wish, I am unlucky... Song Qiaoqiao, you have always hated me." Madam Song's eyes flashed mockingly. Smiled every word.

Song Qiaoqiao felt extremely painful, why she didn't do anything.

Does Mrs. Song always blame her for everything wrong?

Her eyes flashed with grief, and she looked at Madam Song: "No...it's not me, I didn't do this. Why do you think I was so vicious and so bad? He Feng is your son, and I am your daughter. ."

Madam Song's heart trembled suddenly.

She looked at Song Qiaoqiao's extremely desperate eyes, and her heart was sinking and falling.

Mr. Song looked at Mrs. Song with extreme disappointment.

He closed his eyes slightly and sighed: "The two children are both your own. Why do you treat them so differently for so many years? This incident was not told by coincidence. It was the son of the president who was personally beaten. I told me on the phone. You should know that we should not offend some people easily..."

Mrs. Song only felt that her legs were weak, she leaned against the wall and slowly fell to the ground.

Song Qiang, the current leader of the Song family, arrived at the hospital just then.

He heard all the words of Mr. Song clearly.

His eyes looked at Madam Song with a chill.

"Come on, Madam, she is tired, send her home and let her rest. Remember, no one is allowed to let her out without my order..."

Mrs. Song turned her head to look at Song Qiang in disbelief. She asked hysterically: "Song Qiang, do you want to put me under house arrest? No... I'm not going anywhere, I'm here, waiting for my son to wake up. He I hate me, I have to wait for his forgiveness."

Song Qiang didn't give her any chance again, and didn't look at her again.

After he gave the order, someone soon came over, took Mrs. Song out of the hospital, then was stuffed into the car, and drove back to Song's house.

Along the way, her hands were imprisoned.

She couldn't struggle for half a point.

About an hour later, she was locked in a large and luxurious bedroom.

Someone locked the door from outside, and the old glass windows were completely welded to death under the help of the servant.

She looked at the bedroom like a cage, raised her head and shouted, crying bitterly.

She hadn't expected how things would get to this point.

Mrs. Song was detained all afternoon, when the sky was getting dark.

Suddenly, her cell phone rang.

She trembling hands, turned on the phone screen.

In front of her eyes, there flashed a picture that was enough to make her collapse and despair.

Her husband Song Qiang actually embraced a beautiful woman with a big belly while kissing.

The pupils of Mrs. Song's eyes gradually enlarged, and she angrily smashed the phone against the wall.

The phone was smashed in half, but the dazzling picture still did not disappear.

Madam Song's eyes were blood red, she ran to the door, clenched her fists, and smashed the door with all her strength.

She smashed and shouted hysterically.

"Song Qiang, you bastard, come out for me. Did you support me and raise a woman outside? Why are you doing this to me?"

"Isn't it enough for me to have a son for you? Why do you want other women to become pregnant? Why do you even stab me in my heart."

Bang bang, violent door slamming, resounded throughout the villa.

The servants in the villa were pale with fright, and no one dared to approach them.

Song Qiaoqiao happened to be back, and when she met this scene, a hesitation flashed in her eyes.

After hesitating, she still came to Mrs. Song's bedroom.

When she heard these words from Madam Song, she pressed her lips and tentatively called her mother.

Mrs. Song heard Song Qiaoqiao's voice, her eyes were shining, and she quickly shouted Song Qiaoqiao's name with a smile.

"Qiaoqiao? Is Qiaoqiao you?"

"Mother, it's me..." Song Qiaoqiao whispered back against the door.

Mrs. Song's excitement gradually suppressed a little bit.

Tears flowed from her eyes, and she trembled.

"Good boy, can you call me mother? I used to be bad, because I shouldn't be so mean to you, so full of hostility. My mother did something wrong... Mom is here to apologize to you."