Mr.President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

"I was not only disgraced, but also ridiculed by others. I've been bloody and moldy for eight generations, and I'll believe what you've said? "

"Give me my money back quickly, and pay for my reputation, my mental loss and so on. Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite. I'm angry, but I'll kill people... "

Then there was a crackling sound in the room.

An old woman's voice pleaded in a low voice: "please don't turn it over. Don't smash it. It's true. I didn't want to sell it to you at the beginning. You robbed it from me. Since you don't want it, give it back to me. I I'll give you the money back, and I'll give it to you. "

"How much do you give me back, a thousand dollars? Is 1000 yuan enough? You have to compensate me for my reputation and mental loss. At least give me ten thousand yuan, or I'll smash everything in your house. By the way, I'll smash the old man on the bed as well... " The man scolded fiercely.

Helpless, the woman asked in a trembling voice, "reputation fee? Mental loss fee? Ten thousand dollars? You You are playing hooligans Are you blatantly robbing money? "

"No, right? If you don't give it, I'll smash it now. Brothers, let's go... " The man how how how shout of command way.

His voice was so loud that everyone in the neighborhood heard him, but no one came to help him. Every family hid in the house and did not dare to show their heads.

Wen Mu Chu's eyes flashed with anger. He put LAN Xiao down and rolled up his T-shirt sleeve to show his wheat colored lean muscles. He clenched his fist and was about to rush in.

LAN Xiao quickly grabbed his arm: "don't be impulsive, they have a lot of people. If you fight, you can't ask for anything cheap. Since they want money, let's do it first. "

Wen Mu Chu is also anxious, he turned to see an eye basket Xiao one eye, did not have any words.

He pushed open the door and walked into the room with a lot of anger.

LAN Xiao endure ankle pain, followed into the room.

The room was in a mess. Several tall men stood in the room, blocking some lights. Everyone was fierce. They looked around and made the whole room messy.

Three people are standing in front of a bedroom. Opposite is a woman about 50 years old with half white hair. This person should be Wen muchu's foster mother.

She stretched out her arm and shivered to stop the group from entering.

"This room is my son's room. You can't enter or turn it over, or I'll fight with you."

Behind her stood a teenage girl, her eyes flushed with tears, and she cried with a choking voice: "you are too bullying. You are brazenly robbing money."

"Oh Why don't you dare to call the police when we say we rob money? You call the police. Your mother is the first one to be arrested. She sold me a fake. She's going to jail. " A man with yellow hair and a flowery shirt laughed.

"I didn't sell fake goods. It's not fake. Besides, I didn't want to sell things to you. You robbed me..." Wenmu was so angry that she gritted her teeth to explain.

"We gave you a thousand yuan, and you took it. How can it be considered robbery. Well, stop talking nonsense and get me ten thousand yuan, or I'll smash your house. " The man raised the big fist of Yang sandbag, ferocious threat way.