Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

And the rumors that Mr. Wen's temper is getting more and more violent are also spreading more and more in Jinjing.

Now that he has finally found his grandson who had been lost for many years, how could Grandpa Wen not be excited, how could he not want to see this grandson soon?

Unfortunately, Uncle Qi knew clearly that Mr. President might not let Old Man Wen see--

It was precisely because he understood Wen Zhihuai's plan that Uncle Qi did not dare to agree to Mr. Wen.

Uncle Qi waited nervously, and it was a long time without seeing any movement over there.

He yelled anxiously: "Master, are you still there?"

Buzzing, who knows that the phone hangs up in the next second.

Uncle Qi wiped the sweat from his forehead with lingering fears and let out a sigh of relief.

He hurriedly put the phone back in his pocket, just about to turn around and return to the second floor. How did he turn his head so he saw Old Man Wen walking into the living room with a brutal expression on his crutches.

Uncle Qi's face pale in fright.

Lord, the speed of this old man is too fast, right?

Is it possible that he just called him just to test him?

It's not really asking the president's opinion.

Uncle Qi's two legs trembled slightly, and he quickly stepped forward to greet Mr. Wen.

"Master, why are you here? Mr. President is working on the second floor. Or sit downstairs and wait for a while, I'll go in and report?"

It was Wen Zhihuai's wife Bai Huien who came with him.

Although Bai Huien is about 40 years old now, she is a rare beauty in her own right because of her good maintenance and good foundation.

At a glance, she looked like a woman in her twenties.

It's just that she has more charm and more natural grace than a woman in her twenties.

Moreover, because she has never given birth to a child, Bai Huien is as graceful as a girl...

From a distance, she looked like Granddaughter Wen's granddaughter.

She gracefully helped Old Man Wen to sit on the sofa in the living room, then she turned her head, smiled gently, and looked at Uncle Qi.

"Uncle Seven... Hurry up and invite him down. Dad really wants to see Mu Chu, he can't wait for a moment. Let Zhihuai take Mu Chu down with him..."

Uncle Qi was slightly hesitant, and his heart was as anxious as a cat's claw.

Old man Wen was cold, and aware of Uncle Qi's hesitation, he held the crutches and waved towards Uncle Qi.

"Bastard, I want to see my grandson, can't I see it yet. You kid, hurry up and call me Wen Zhihuai that bastard, if I can't see my grandson, I won't leave."

The Presidential Palace is very large, and almost every building here is where Wen Zhihuai works.

The Wen family lived in several other buildings in the presidential palace.

Therefore, many times, if there are no important things, the Wen family will not come here to disturb Wen Zhihuai's office.

But today is different. Grandpa Wen clearly knew that his son might not let him see his grandson.

Therefore, he couldn't wait to come here.

Lest it's too late, his grandson will fly away.

Uncle Qi's arm hit by the crutch was fiery and sore, he smiled wryly and rubbed his aching arm.

"Still laughing, go and let them down..." Old man Wen widened his eyes and shouted at Uncle Qi angrily.

Uncle Qi didn't want to be beaten anymore, and quickly stepped back and nodded.

"The old man calms down his anger, I'll go all the way..."

Gu Ci entered the study room long ago and told Wen Zhihuai of the movement downstairs.

A trace of darkness flashed across Wen Zhihuai's eyes, and he raised his eyes to look at Wen Muchu.

"Your grandfather wants to see you, do you want to see?"

Wen Muchu slowly got up, faintly curled his lips and smiled coldly.

"Then I want to ask, did you agree with your old man when you married my mother?"

Wen Zhihuai paused slightly, his face paled a bit.

A touch of sadness crossed his eyes.

He lowered his eyes and fell into silence.

Wen Muchu tidyed up his coat and replied in a low voice, "If Bai Huien hadn't given birth to a son and a half daughter for so many years, I guess the old man wouldn't have been so eagerly looking forward to my grandson?"

Wen Zhihuai clenched his palm and sighed slightly.

"Hey...you, do you still have grievances in your heart after all?"

"Resent? Huh... I'm just an ordinary person. I have been abandoned for so many years. How can I not complain? Mr. President, I don't want to see him, so please think of a solution." Wen Muchu's eyes are full of indifference, low The voice replied.

Wen Zhihuai's body trembled slightly, and a touch of pain jumped into his eyes.

He looked at Wen Muchu in dismay: "After all, you still refuse to call me father? Or father?"

"Sorry..." Wen Muchu looked away and faintly returned two words.

Wen Zhihuai closed his eyes slightly and rubbed his temples.

Immediately, Uncle Qi came in and told Wen Zhihuai about the following situation.

Wen Zhihuai was silent for a long time before slowly opening his eyes and looking at Uncle Qi.

"Lao Qi, you can arrange for him to leave through the back door, don't let him run into the old man..."

Uncle Qi's eyes flashed with surprise, but he didn't ask much, and immediately nodded in response.

Wen Muchu immediately turned around, and under the guidance of Uncle Qi, he wanted to leave the study.

Wen Zhihuai suddenly stood up from the chair and said to Wen Muchu's back.

"I already know about you and your little girlfriend. Are you sure, you have identified this person in your life?"

Wen Muchu paused and turned slowly to look at Wen Zhihuai.

With seriousness in his eyebrows, he replied word by word: "Very sure..."

"But... do you know? Once you set foot on the path of the president, many things are involuntary. In the future, you may not be able to protect her, and even your children." Wen Zhihuai's expression carried a trace. Sentimental, he reminded in a low voice.

Wen Muchu squinted slightly, a trace of mockery flashed across his eyes.

He faintly curled his lips and smiled coldly.

"Mr. President, you have to remember one thing...I...not you. You can't protect your wife and children, and even if I try my best, I will protect them well. Therefore, you will fail and it doesn't mean me Will fail too."

Wen Zhihuai's hand suddenly grabbed a corner of the table.

After Wen Muchu said these words, he did not stay any longer, and followed Uncle Qi to leave the study from behind.

Wen Zhihuai held the corner of the table, and a tingling pain came from his palm.

There was a glittering light in his eyes. He lowered his head slightly and glanced at the already red palm.

He sneered mockingly.

Ha... So, no matter how well he manages the S Empire, in people's minds, how competent he is a good president worthy of their praise for a hundred years——

But these successes cannot be offset. As a father and a husband, he failed.

He sat down desperately, his heart aching like being torn.