Chapter 856
Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily
856 Becoming a bodyguard at the Presidentâs House
The salesgirl felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave. A basin of bone-chilling water was poured on her head.
She felt cold all over, so cold that it seeped into her bones.
Her legs went soft and she knelt on the ground, without a trace of strength.
âManager Meng, I was wrong. Please give me another chance. I canât lose this job. My family relies on this job to support their daily lives. My useless brother gambled away all the money in the family. My parents favor boys over girls, so they used all kinds of methods to play the fool, pretend to be sick, and pretend to be dead. They took all the money out of me. If I donât have this job, Iâll be out of food immediately.â
Store manager Meng looked at her with disdain and smiled coldly.
âOh, really? Then youâre really quite miserable, but what does Yingluo have to do with me?â
The salesgirlâs eyes were filled with despair.
She raised her head and looked at Wen Muchu with hope.
âSir, please excuse my mistake. Can I apologize to this lady? I canât live without this job, Yingluo.â
Wen Muchu pursed his lips lightly. In the end, this was all his own doing.
Being poor was not scary. What was scary was that because of the great resentment and dissatisfaction in her heart, she would show her fangs and face to those who were better than her.
If they were just an ordinary couple with no power, no power, no money, no status ...
Then tonight, did he deserve to be humiliated and ignored by her?
He felt that there was nothing to pity about this person.
There must be something hateful about a pitiful person.
Therefore, he replied with an extremely cold tone.
âI donât think our relationship is good enough for me to plead for you, right? Besides, I havenât even settled the score of you humiliating my girlfriend.â
The salesgirlâs eyes were filled with despair, and her face was pale and bloodless.
She was finished. She was completely finished.
Store manager Meng secretly observed Wen Muchuâs expression. She knew that this young master would not let the female store assistant off today.
She sighed and waved her hand to call two people over.
âDrag her out immediately. From now on, donât let her in here again.â
Store manager Meng always spoke and did things with a Swift and decisive attitude.
As soon as she finished speaking, two bodyguards immediately came in and dragged the female staff out of the shop.
The shop assistantâs desperate tears didnât manage to make store manager Meng change his mind.
Store manager Mengâs eyes turned dark as he carefully glanced at Wen Muchu.
Seeing that Wen Muchuâs expression was normal and did not have much fluctuation in emotions, she could not help but sigh in relief.
This God must not be offended.
In the entire S Empire, there were many people with the surname Wen. However, there were not many people who might have a relationship with President Wen Zhi.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Although the name card didnât mention his identity, just the fact that he worked in President Wenâs territory was like a death-exemption gold medal.
Store manager Meng looked at the person who had already disappeared. She curled her lips and smiled at Wen Muchu and Lan Xiao.
âMr. Wen, please forgive Zhenzhen for the poor hospitality. Not only will Zhenzhen be exempted from paying for your and this little Beautyâs expenses, but Iâll also let the most famous and professional stylist in our store, Tao Hua, to serve you tonight, Zhenzhen.â
Wen Muchu turned his head and looked at Lan Xiao. He smiled and asked in a low voice, â âAre you still angry?â
Lan Xiao glanced at store manager Meng. She was quite satisfied with her apologetic attitude and her Swift and decisive style.
If not for that, she really wanted to go to another store.
She was a little angry, but could she say that a small part of it was because of Wen Muchu?
Was it because Wen Muchu was so shameless that such a scene was created?
Lan Xiao smiled at store manager Meng. store manager Meng, itâs fine if itâs free. We can afford it. We donât care about the money. However, I think manager Mengâs suggestion is very good. Youâd better clear the place tonight and not let anyone disturb us.â
Store manager Mengâs eyes met with Lan Xiaoâs, and she gently returned a polite smile.
alright, since this young lady has said so, I will respect her unconditionally.
The two of them didnât look like ordinary people. They didnât lack money at all. She didnât want to continue the stalemate with them because of this, so she agreed very smoothly.
After that, store manager Mengâs action was enough to prove the word âSwift and decisiveâ. She directly asked the staff to clear the place.
In addition, all the customers who had made reservations tonight had their schedules canceled by the staff.
Half an hour later, there were no other customers in the shop.
All the employees in the shop surrounded Lan Xiao.
The stylist, Tao Hua, was very respectful to Lan Xiao the entire night and very professionally picked out the gowns according to Lan Xiaoâs requirements.
Store manager Meng was there personally, accompanying him throughout the entire process.
In the face of such a dramatic turn of events, Lan Xiao more or less knew that all of this was related to the name card that Wen Muchu had taken out.
She guessed that Wen Muchuâs name card would not indicate that he was Wen zhihuaiâs only son.
So, what was written on the business card?
Lan Xiao was very curious.
During this period, Lan Xiao took some time to ask Wen Muchu about his business card.
Wen Muchu smiled faintly and reached out to pinch her nose.
Then, he took out his business card.
Lan Xiao took it and his eyes lit up.
âPresidential guards? Chuchu, when did you become a bodyguard? how come I didnât know about it?â
Wen Muchuâs smile was as gentle as water as he replied in a low voice.
âOur mission at the base has been successfully completed, which means that I have officially joined the fierce dragon unit. The first mission instructor Shen gave me was to go to the Presidentâs House and be a bodyguard, Yingluo.â
Upon hearing this, Lan Xiaoâs expression became complicated.
âA bodyguard at the Presidentâs House? Youâre the presidentâs long-lost son, Yingluo. Is it your first time entering the Presidentâs House? do you have to be a bodyguard?â
He couldnât be the presidentâs son, so he had to enter the Presidentâs House as a bodyguard?
No matter how she thought about it, she still felt awkward.
Lan Xiao couldnât figure out what she meant.
A dark glint flashed across Wen Muchuâs eyes as he squinted slightly.
âItâs better to be in the dark than to be a target in the open.â
Lan Xiaoâs heart trembled slightly and she held Wen Muchuâs palm tightly.
could it be that thereâs an undercurrent in the presidential palace? â
âWho doesnât want the presidentâs position? âThis battle is no less intense than the Imperial throne in ancient times.â Wen Muchu sneered.
To him, he didnât have many thoughts about the presidentâs position.
However, that man had spent his entire life in blood and lost almost everything in order to get the presidentâs position.
Once he stepped down as the president, he would be faced with endless killing.
Without the protection of the next president, that personâs life was in danger.
Although he really didnât want to care about that person, who asked the blood flowing in his body to come from that person?