Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

Lan Xiao touched his nose, looking at Song Qiaoqiao with some flickering eyes.

"I have a big opinion on you. You hit me as soon as you meet. Do you want to apologize to me and let's discuss the next thing?"

Song Qiaoqiao rolled up his sleeves, an expression that he never expected.

"Hey... I'm just talking about it, do you really have one?"

"Of course, I am not a clay figurine, I am not allowed to be kneaded by others without resisting. Obviously you are wrong. If you want to compete with me, you must correct your attitude and sincerely apologize to me, otherwise everything will be avoided. "Lan Xiao shrugged very innocently, speaking with confidence.

Song Qiaoqiao's eyes flickered, with a trace of reluctance at the bottom of his eyes.

However, she also noticed that this Lan Xiao looked like a bully, but her bones revealed the tenacity and strength that could not be ignored.

If you don't apologize, I'm afraid she really won't compete with her.

Song Qiaoqiao scratched the back of his head depressed, and grumbled a bit reluctantly, touching his neck.

"Yes... I'm sorry."

Lan Xiao drew his ears and looked blank: "What? What did you say, why didn't I hear?"

Song Qiaoqiao secretly gritted his teeth and stared at Lan Xiao angrily.

"Lan Xiao, don't deceive others too much."

Lan Xiao blinked and looked at her particularly innocently.

She can see it, she is pretending to be silly and sweet, but this Miss Song family is really silly and sweet.

"Miss Song, you bullied me first, why are you saying something wrong? This time, my arm still hurts, I don’t know if the bone is broken... If it is broken, I am afraid I can’t compare with you today. ......" Lan Xiao rubbed her shoulders, looking like aggrieved.

Song Qiaoqiao was so angry that he had his hands on his hips, and his eyes were round like pearls.

"I... my **** is still hurting, but you just pushed me a bit."

"I pushed you? Miss Song, you may have misunderstood. I accidentally touched you just now, but you deliberately bumped into me. Because, you admitted it from the beginning, you can't shame." Lan Xiao With Shui Yingying's big eyes flashing, she blinked and looked at Song Qiaoqiao.

Song Qiaoqiao gritted her teeth, bulged her cheeks, closed her eyes and said loudly, "I'm sorry, I apologize to Lan Xiao. I shouldn't hit her deliberately just now, I shouldn't."

With this roar of her, those who had been appraising the ancient paintings directly looked at her in surprise.

Song Qiaoqiao opened her eyes, bit her scalp, and endured the heat of her cheeks. She solemnly bent over to Lan Xiao and gave a neat bow.

Brother Jiang looked at him, rubbing his temples helplessly, so stupid that he even dared to run out, wouldn't he be afraid of being sold out?

She is not enough for Lan Xiao to play, and she has to compete with Lan Xiao. Isn't this pure looking for abuse?

Hey... a headache.

Lan Xiao couldn't hold back, he laughed out loud.

At this moment, she felt that Song Qiaoqiao was really cute.

Song Qiaoqiao is the most sincere apology she has seen over the years. His words are sincere and his eyes are sincere. This action is even more impeccable.

Well, it seems that the rumors are wrong.

This Song Qiaoqiao is really silly and sweet.

Thinking of her tragic experience in her previous life, Lan Xiao couldn't help but shook her head.

Song Qiaoqiao looked at Lan Xiao and shook her head. She immediately became angry, clenched her fists, her expression stern.

"What do you mean Lan Xiao? I sincerely apologize to you, are you still not satisfied?"

Lan Xiao was taken aback, and replied: "I am not dissatisfied."

"You are satisfied, why did you shake your head just now?" Song Qiaoqiao gritted her teeth bitterly, her eye circles slightly red.

She has grown up so much that she hasn't apologized to anyone, but this Lan Xiao is good, but she is still not satisfied?

Lan Xiao wiped the sweat that came out of her forehead. This little girl was really stupid.

She couldn't bear to tease her anymore.

"Miss Song, do you really want to try it with me?"

Song Qiaoqiao changed his face in a second, and immediately smiled: "Think, I want to defeat you and trample you under my feet... Hmph, uncle has never praised anyone."

Lan Xiao touched his nose and asked in a low voice, "Who is your uncle?"

"Qu Zheng, can't you know Qu Zheng? He is my uncle..." Song Qiaoqiao immediately replied with a smug look.

Lan Xiao didn't have many surprises, because she almost guessed it just now.

The identity of Miss Song is a veritable royal noble.

The Lan Family in Lingcheng is simply incomparable to the Song Family, not in the same class.

About half an hour later, Su Lao and Mo Chengyun divided into two groups. One group believed that Su Lao's paintings were true, and the other group believed that Mo Chengyun's paintings were true.

In short, each insists on one word, the dispute is fierce, and no one can analyze the difference between the two paintings.

There was no argument for the reason.

Song Qiaoqiao obviously couldn't wait. She took Lan Xiao's arm very familiarly, and squeezed towards those people. While squeezing, she babbled.

"I must win you today, and I must win. You all get out of the way. Since you can't be sure that these two paintings are true, let Lan Xiao and I judge..."

At this time, Mr. Su also had his head hurt by those people's quarrel.

Suddenly seeing Lan Xiao coming over, his eyes lit up.

From the bottom of Su Lao's heart, he is a little bit hopeful about Lan Xiao, because this little girl is not simple, has a vicious vision, and has quite a knowledge of identification.

"Little girl, come and see, these people are making my head hurt."

Lan Xiao responded with a polite smile at Su Lao.

Mo Chengyun also looked at Lan Xiao with bright eyes. After these few insights, he admired Lan Xiao from the bottom of his heart.

Song Qiaoqiao jumped in front of Lan Xiao and blocked Lan Xiao tightly.

For quite some time, she was not used to seeing Lan Xiao's scenery, so she insisted on moving forward to grab the limelight.

She looked straight, coughed in a low voice, waved her hand to calm everyone down.

"Everyone, you have been arguing for almost half an hour, and you haven’t argued about it. Fortunately, you are still a well-known expert in appraisal. Lan Xiao and I identified. The back wave pushes the front wave. Don't blame us the back wave for you front waves. They beat you on the beach. If you are not as good as others, you should give up willingly."

"Ahem, next, I and Lan Xiao will have a try. We two will each choose a painting that we think is true. Everyone will help us to testify that we will have a battle. If this time If I lose, I will voluntarily withdraw from the antiques circle, and no longer be contaminated with antiques. If she loses, she will also withdraw from the antiques circle and must not touch anything about antiques. In short, Ji Shengyu, He Shengliang, here in antiques In this world, there is me without her, and she without me."