Has the wolfish president had enough trouble?

Mo Xiaoxue's voice was soft and soft, with incomparable frailty, listening to it made people want to feel pity.

The hand that opened the door froze there, Yan Jingyi turned her head slowly, she clearly remembered that she was pushing Mo Xiaoxue, but that push was not so hard that it might hurt anyone.

But now Mo Xiaoxue called Lu Wentao, she said she had a stomachache.

"I'm... I'm at your door, Wen Tao, Jing Yi, she didn't mean it. You left in the middle of the night. I thought something happened to you, so I couldn't help but come to you, but just... I met you just now. She...she just..."

Lu Wentao's face turned livid, "Wait for me." The car had just driven away from the community, so he turned around and rushed back. He would have gone up if he had known that Mo Xiaoxue was at the door.

At the door, Mo Xiaoxue was still sitting on the floor, showing no intention of standing up at all. As soon as Lan Jingyi gritted her teeth, she got used to it, she was really used to being misunderstood, and this time is not too bad, so whatever, "Kah ", she unscrewed the door lock, walked quickly into the room, and then closed the door with a bang, forgive her, she really couldn't be kind to the mistress who stole her husband, and even invited him in, She is not so well-mannered.

Lu Wentao is coming back. In fact, he didn't drive very far.

Lan Jingyi rushed to the balcony, and sure enough, she soon saw Lu Wentao's black Audi driving into the community again.

He got out of the car, he entered the corridor, and was climbing the stairs at this time.

Lan Jingyi covered his chest with his hands, and began to imagine his reaction when he saw Mo Xiaoxue sitting on the ground and covering his stomach, and he would hate himself to death.

The phone rang at this moment, she quickly picked it up and looked at it, it was a text message.

"If you come out and apologize to me now, I can choose to forgive you once, and I will say a few good words to you from him."

It was an unfamiliar mobile phone number, but Lan Jingyi was sure that the person who sent the text message was Mo Xiaoxue.

Gently caressing Wuzhishan, who was still numb and sore on her face, she was the one who was really beaten. She really regretted that she didn't use all her strength just now when she pushed.

The door was pushed open with a bang, and Lu Wentao hugged the petite and lovable Mo Xiaoxue, looked at her fiercely and said, "Lan Jingyi, you'd better pray that she's okay, otherwise, wherever she hurts, I'll take care of her." I want you to be hurt too."

There was another bang, and Lu Wentao hurried downstairs with Mo Xiaoxue in his arms. The sound of Zhang Yang's footsteps rang in her ears, and her hands were still resting on her numb face. In the direction of personal departure, he growled: "If you have the guts, you can divorce me and marry her. Lu Wentao, I will thank you."