Mr.President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

"Xiao Wu, shut up..." Bai Huien's face was full of surprise, so she quickly stopped the bodyguard from going on.

The bodyguard's face was not willing, and said to Bai Huien: "madam, you have been wronged so much. I have to avenge you for what I say today. Old man, madam sprained her foot to prevent Mr. Wen from leaving. Unfortunately, she was injured and couldn't keep him. Madam, he is also his elder. He has no respect for madam from the beginning to the end... "

Bai Huien looks uneasy and looks at old man Wen.

"Dad I'm not good Don't get me wrong, Mu Chu... "

Old man Wen's eyes were dim, and he glanced at Bai Huien.

Then he sighed in a low voice.

It's a joke for others.

He asked the housekeeper to help Bai Huien into the car.

When the party got on the luxury extended car, the housekeeper immediately contacted the personal doctor to bandage the wound on Bai Huien's foot.

In the car back to Wen's home, the private doctor also arrived.

The doctor bandaged Bai Huien's ankle and told her to stay in bed for a few days.

Mr. Wen stood at the door, looking at Bai Huien with his eyes a little complicated.

Bai Huien pulled the corner of her lip, her eyes were red and she was sorry to smile at Mr. Wen.

"Dad, I'm useless. Not only can I not stop Mu Chu for you, but I can't hurt myself It's useless for me. You can't blame Mu Chu... "

Mr. Wen, leaning on crutches, smashed the floor and left here with a gloomy face.

When Bai Huien saw that the old man had left, she pursed her mouth slightly and slowly.

She lowered her eyes to her bandaged ankle.

At this moment, no one knows what she's thinking.

No one knows, in the bottom of her heart, how big a huge wave she has turned.

He's back. Her son's back at last.

He is really like that woman.

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with crutches, Mr. Wen sat on the sofa on the first floor without saying a word.

He was livid and sat still.

The housekeeper saw that it was getting late and advised him to go back to the house to have a rest. Mr. Wen ignored him at all.

I don't know how long it took until I heard a sound of footwork outside.

Mr. Wen had a little reaction.

His eyes, slowly toward the direction of the gate to cast.

Then he saw Wen Zhihuai, surrounded by several people in suits and shoes, enter the living room.

As Wen Zhihuai walked, he whispered to those people.

Those people, one after another, responded respectfully.

Seeing, Wen Zhihuai takes people to the study on the second floor.

Mr. Wen then took a cup on the tea table and fell on the ground.

There was a crackling sound, which completely interrupted the rhythm of Wen Zhihuai.

He stopped his voice and looked up at Mr. Wen.

"Dad Why haven't you had a rest yet? "

Mr. Wen sneered with sarcasm.

"You are a busy man. I can't see you in the dark. I can't help it. In order to see you, I have to stay here until you come back... "

Wen Zhihuai's eyes were tight, and then he waved back the people who were with him, and walked step by step towards master Wen.

"Dad, what happened?"

Mr. Wen snorted coldly, and his face was even more ugly.

"What happened? It's not because you hide and cover my grandson and don't let me see him... "

Wen Zhihuai took off his suit coat, and immediately a servant took it in front of him.

Another servant made a cup of tea and put it in front of Wen Zhihuai.

Wen Zhihuai sat down and drank some tea.

Hearing the words of master Wen, his eyes flashed slightly.

Then, as if nothing had happened, he put down his tea cup and pursed his lips to Mr. Wen.

"Dad I can't decide this matter. As you know, the child has grown up. For so many years, our Wen family has never raised him or taken care of him. He just came to Jinjing, and he doesn't want to contact some strangers. We should understand him as well... "

Mr. Wen's eyes immediately turned red when he heard the speech.

He looked at Wen Zhihuai with a choking voice: "stranger? I'm his grandfather. How can I become a stranger? My heart You know best how I wish you had a son over the years. But You and Huien have nothing to offer. Our Wen family is going to be the last one. It's hard to know that I still have a big grandson, but you cruelly refused to let me see him. Do you think it's fair to me? "

Wen Zhihuai's eyes were dark, and his look was a little low.

He pursed his lips and said nothing. There was a faint pain in his heart.

"Oh Fair? Dad Do you think you were fair to Qiaoying? She didn't get you a face until she died During that time, Mu Chu disappeared, you not only did not cooperate to find his whereabouts, you even sneered at her, saying that she was a bad luck star. Mu Chu is missing. It's not her fault. Why do you blame her for it? If it wasn't for your stimulation, Qiaoying couldn't, step by step, walk into the road of no return, and never look back. Dad Don't mention the word fair to me again You owe Qiao Ying, Mu Chu and me all your life... "When Wen Zhihuai finished this sentence, he stood up abruptly. No matter what reaction Mr. Gu Wen made, he walked up and left.

Mr. Wen sat there, his face was blue with anger.

He gasped, opened his eyes, and looked at Wen Zhihuai's back in disbelief.

"You You are such a perverse son that you are going to piss me off... "

However, his hysterical roar did not bring Wen Zhihuai back.

Wenzhihuai tired into the second floor study, lock himself into the house.

He staggers to a bookcase and finds a black-and-white picture from a book inside.

The woman in the photo has a beautiful face and a happy smile.

Two shallow dimples, printed on her cheek, that pair of eyes, is a variety of amorous feelings.

Wen Zhihuai took the photo and sat down leaning against the wall.

The woman's features, his hands shaking in the picture.

"Qiaoying, why have I never dreamed of you for so many years? Why don't you give me a dream? Are you also hating me for not being able to protect you and muchu, and for my presidency? If I had known that I would have lost you, the president, I would rather not have done it. For so many years, no one has been able to understand my pain. I feel really tired... "

Wen Zhihuai's eyes are slightly red. He sticks the photo tightly to his aching chest.

He looked up and closed his eyes slightly.

All around the atmosphere, low to the extreme.

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Wen Zhihuai's picture, which was lost and decadent to the extreme, was clearly seen by Bai Huien.