Chapter 983
Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily
983 I love you very much
She stood by the door, and through the slightly opened gap, she looked at Wen zhihuai, who was leaning against the wall, missing his late wife with a pained expression.
She couldnât help but purse her lips and smile mockingly.
After so many years, she was still no match for a dead man.
......
Lan Xiao followed Wen Muchu home after dinner. He was in low spirits.
She was depressed and often lay on the sofa without moving.
Lan Xiao had just finished reviewing his homework. Seeing Wen Muchu in such a state, a trace of heartache flashed past her eyes.
She glanced at the red wine on the cabinet, and her eyes lit up.
Immediately, she took a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses. She smiled and squeezed to Wen Muchuâs side.
come, letâs drink, Chuchu. I donât know why, but I really want to drink today. Letâs not end this until weâre drunk, okay? â
Wen Muchu suddenly regained his senses and glanced at Lan Xiao in surprise.
His gaze swept across the red wine she was holding.
Then, he raised his hand and touched Lan Xiaoâs head.
âGood Yingluo, youâre not good at drinking, so donât torment yourself. What if youâre drunk and uncomfortable?â
Lan Xiao blinked, then pouted.
âNo, I just want to drink. With you taking care of me, Iâm not afraid even if I get drunk.â
Wen Muchu shook his head, still disagreeing.
Lan Xiao didnât give up and shook his arm, acting like a spoiled child.
Who knew that Wen Muchu was such a stubborn person.
Lan Xiao was about to die from anger.
She held the red wine in her hand and stood up abruptly. She gritted her teeth and glared at Wen Muchu.
âGood Yingluo, if you donât drink with me, Iâll drink by myself. Yingluo, Hmph, Yingluo, Iâm drunk, you donât need to care about Yingluo.â
Lan Xiao said and turned to leave.
She opened the door and walked to the small courtyard, sitting down on the swing.
The sky was already dark.
In the dark night sky, a few stars were shining.
Lan Xiao looked up at the sky, opened the bottle of red wine, and poured out half a glass.
Then, she raised her head and took a few sips.
As she drank a little too much, she choked badly and coughed in a heart-wrenching manner.
Wen Muchu walked over and squatted behind Lan Xiao. His warm palm gently patted her back and helped her to calm her breathing.
Lan Xiao choked on her tears and immediately leaned against Wen Muchuâs shoulder in discomfort.
Wen Muchu sat beside Lan Xiao and pulled her into his arms.
At this moment, neither of them spoke.
But there was no need for words. The two of them knew what each other was thinking.
Lan Xiao pursed his lips and sobbed in a low voice.
Wen Muchu frowned and reached out to pinch her chin. His slender fingers wiped away the tears on her cheeks.
âYouâre fine. Why are you crying?â
I didnât cry. I choked, Yingluo, â Lan Xiao explained weakly.
Wen Muchu smiled helplessly. He couldnât do anything to Lan Xiao.
âGood Yingluo, we didnât cry. We just choked.â
Lan Xiaoâs little head rubbed against his chest.
Then, she raised her head and stared at Wen Muchu. Her voice was very hoarse as she said, â Chuchu, my heart aches for you. Xuxuâs heart aches for you. My heart is burning with pain.
Wen Muchu didnât know whether to laugh or cry. He pressed his forehead against hers and asked in a low voice, â âWhy do you feel bad for me? Iâm very happy now, Yingluo.â
Lan Xiao shook his head and sniffled.
âIâm not talking about now. Iâm just feeling sorry for you when you were young. Youâre clearly the presidentâs son, but you ended up in the common world and suffered so much at such a young age. You were so young back then, how did you survive? Compared to you, I think Iâm so happy. Although my mother died because of Sheng xingbo, I still have my fatherâs love. As for you, at that time, you were so young. You must have been so scared and so desperate.â
Wen Muchuâs eyes flashed with a trace of emotion. He pursed his lips and hugged Lan Xiao even tighter.
âItâs fine, everything is over now. Didnât you want to drink? Iâll accompany you to drink some cream.â
Wen Muchu filled his glass with red wine and only poured a little for Lan Xiaoâs.
Lan Xiao didnât like to drink either. Just now, she had shouted for him to drink so that Wen Muchu could find an outlet to vent his emotions.
She raised her glass and took a sip.
Wen Muchu raised his head and downed his drink.
Lan Xiao didnât try to persuade him and just stood by his side, quietly watching him drink.
After two glasses of red wine, Wen Muchuâs face gradually turned red.
As he finished the bottle of red wine, his eyes gradually blurred.
He picked up the empty glass and was about to pour more wine when Lan Xiao stopped him immediately.
Chuchu, thatâs enough. Donât drink anymore. Let me talk to you.
Wen Muchu was stunned for a moment. He raised his hand and held Lan Xiaoâs face.
Then, his thin lips landed on hers.
Lan Xiao only felt the smell of alcohol rush into his nose at this moment ...
For the first time, she felt that the smell of alcohol could be so alluring.
Her face immediately turned red.
Wen Muchu pursed his lips and laughed softly. you shy little girl. Why are you blushing again? â
Lan Xiao shook his head and buried his face in his arms. âIâm not shy, youâre seeing things, Yingluo.â
âYingluo, my eyes are playing tricks on me. Yingluo, Iâm seeing things.â Wen Muchu gently echoed.
Lan Xiaoâs heart rippled slightly.
Even though he was drunk, Wen Muchu was still unbelievably gentle.
She reached out and hugged Wen Muchuâs waist tightly.
The two of them sat on the swing, looking up at the dark night, and smelling the alcohol around them ...
Wen Muchuâs palm rubbed against her little face. The more he touched her, the more he loved it.
He hugged her tightly and said in a hoarse voice, â âXiaoxiao, no one can separate us. Iâll kill whoever dares to do so, do you know that? No one is more important than you, Yingluo!â
Lan Xiao could only think that Wen Muchu was indeed a little drunk at this moment.
When he was clear-headed, he would not say such vicious and murderous words.
âYingluo, we wonât be separated.â Lan Xiao agreed in a low voice.
Wen Muchu pursed his lips and smiled. He tightened his grip on Lan Xiaoâs arm.
âyou know what? I love you very much, Yingluo. Do you know where we first met? People always said that one look was ten thousand years. In the past, I didnât believe in that feeling and always thought that it was nonsense. However, ever since I met you, the moment I saw you, I understood the meaning of ten thousand years.â
Lan Xiaoâs eyes flickered as she tried to probe.
âAiyaya, didnât we first meet at the start of the school term when we were divided into classes?â
Wen Muchu smiled mysteriously. His eyes flickered as he stared at his blue eyes.
âNot at school.â
Lan Xiao was dumbfounded and looked at Wen Muchu in surprise.
âAh, Yingluo, where is that? Why donât I have any impression of it?â