Chapter 1024
Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily
1024 Can you not care so much?
Bai Shaojie held the glass of wine and squatted down in front of the man again.
âBrother, donât be so excited. I know this wine is good. Itâs so good that youâre so fascinated by it that you donât want to go back. I still have more here, Iâll give you another cup. Iâll make sure you drink to your heartâs content and leave in satisfaction.â
The manâs inner defense completely collapsed at this moment.
He couldnât help but wail in his heart.
What nonsense was this about being delicious? how was it delicious? this was simply taking his life.
It was too terrifying. He really didnât want to experience the fear of facing death a second time.
The manâs body trembled as he crawled on his knees towards Wen Muchu.
At this moment, there was no longer any pride or toughness on him.
He had completely lost to Wen Muchu.
In terms of ruthlessness, no one could compare to him.
The man kept kowtowing to Wen Muchu.
âPlease save me, I donât want to die Yingluo, I donât want to die like this. Iâll confess, Iâll confess everything, please save me, Yingluo!â
Wen Muchu raised his brows slightly while Lan Xiao pursed her lips and smiled.
Bai Shaojieâs eyes lit up, and he immediately snapped his fingers and poured all the wine in the cup into his mouth.
âTsk, tsk, this wine is really strong, hehe.â
Wen Muchu raised his brows and looked at the man, asking in a low voice, â a wise man submits to fate. Donât worry, as long as you speak your mind, no one in your prison will be able to touch you.
The man quickly nodded. At this moment, he was completely convinced and no longer dared to go against Wen Muchu.
When Wen Muchu left with Lan Xiao, it was already past midnight.
Bai shaogan personally sent them off. When they got into the car, his eyes flickered as he looked at Wen Muchu.
I didnât expect the mastermind behind this to be so well hidden. What do you think theyâre trying to do? â
âIâll leave these matters to you to investigate. If necessary, you can present some of the things youâve investigated to Mr. President. I donât think you need me to explain the rest of the matter, right?â Wen Muchu glanced at Bai Shaojie and said in a low voice.
Bai shaogan heard the slight disdain in his voice, and he could not help but smile awkwardly.
âHehe, I understand. I wonât disturb you guys from going back to rest. That Lan Xiao still has to go to school tomorrow, right? you guys should go back quickly, Yingluo.â
Wen Muchu couldnât be bothered with him anymore and immediately pulled Lan Xiao into the car.
As the car started, Wen Muchu put his arm around Lan Xiaoâs shoulder and asked gently, â âAre you sleepy?â
An hour ago, he had already noticed that Lan Xiao was a little sleepy.
Yet, she still denied it and refused to admit it.
Helplessly, he had to listen to the manâs confession before leaving the police station.
Who knew that Bai shaogan, who had no eyes, would continue to pull him along and talk about some nonsense?
If not for the fact that Bai shaogan was the Deputy chief of the police station, he would have punched him to shut his mouth.
He was already so old, yet he still had such poor judgment.
He deserved to be single until now.
After Wen Muchu finished criticizing Bai shaogan in his heart, he rubbed the hair on Lan Xiaoâs forehead with some heartache.
âIf youâre tired, you can sleep on me first, Yingluo.â
Lan Xiaoâs lips curved into a smile and a trace of warmth flashed past his eyes.
As expected, the one who understood her the most was still her Chuchu.
She smiled and nodded at him. Then, she snuggled into his arms and slowly closed her eyes.
The smell of his body made her feel at ease.
Not long after, Lan Xiao fell into a deep sleep.
Wen Muchu looked at her peaceful sleeping face, raised his finger and gently touched her cheek.
Then, he lowered his head and planted a kiss on her lips.
The little girl seemed to be extremely sleepy and did not respond at all.
Wen Muchuâs eyes flashed with a trace of pity.
About half an hour later, the car stopped in front of the house.
Wen Muchu carefully carried Lan Xiao out of the car.
Afraid that she would wake up, he was extra careful with every step he took.
The driver couldnât help but sigh when he saw this scene from the car.
Mr. Wen Jr. Really dotes on miss LAN to the bone.
She really should let old Mr. Wen take a look at her affectionate look.
At the thought of this, the driver took a photo and sent it to old Mr. Wen.
The chauffeur was from the Wen family.
These few days, Gu CI had something to do, so Wen zhihuai sent someone from the presidential palace to be Wen Muchuâs driver.
Old Mr. Wen immediately called the chauffeur over.
He wanted him to report to him about his grandsonâs situation at any time.
The driver accepted the money and happily agreed.
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Old Mr. Wen woke up early the next morning to see the photo that the chauffeur had sent him last night.
He leaned against the headboard and stared at the photo for a long time.
His grandsonâs affectionate look was extremely similar to the way Wen zhihuai looked at Yin qiaoying many years ago.
It was as if she was the only person he could see in this world.
Old Mr. Wen heaved a sigh. He was already in a bad mood early in the morning.
He got dressed and washed up, then went downstairs for breakfast.
Wen zhihuai was already seated at the dining table, drinking his coffee as he read a document.
Bai huien sat at the side, looking virtuous as she arranged for the kitchen to serve breakfast.
She hurriedly smiled at old Mr. Wen upon sight.
âDad, youâre awake? Did you have a good nightâs sleep?â
Old Mr. Wen nodded at her and sat down beside Wen zhihuai.
He looked at how busy Wen zhihuai was and a trace of concern flashed past his eyes.
He couldnât help but put on a serious face and said in a deep voice, â focus on eating when youâre eating. Youâll never be able to finish your work. How can your body take it if you continue like this? â
Wen zhihuai stopped flipping through the documents and looked up at old Mr. Wen.
âIâll stop after these few pages.â
Old Mr. Wenâs face finally looked a little better.
However, when he saw the almost empty cup of coffee next to Wen zhihuai, his face sank.
âWhy are you drinking coffee so early in the morning? This thing is not good for the body, so you better drink less in the future.â
âCan you not care so much? Iâm already in my forties, half a foot into the grave. Can you stop treating me like a child? Donât you mind being naggy?â A trace of frustration flashed past Wen zhihuaiâs eyes. With a bang, he put down the documents and pushed the coffee cup down.
The coffee cup instantly fell to the ground and broke into pieces.
Bai huienâs face turned pale.
She stopped in her tracks and did not dare to move.
She didnât dare to interrupt the father and sonâs argument.
Old Mr. Wenâs face turned extremely sullen.
He pointed at Wen zhihuai with a trembling hand.
âYingluo, whatâs with your attitude? The reason Iâm nagging is for the sake of your health. Youâre my son. No matter how old you are, Iâll always be your father. Whatâs wrong with a father criticizing his own son? Iâm doing this for your own good, do you understand?â