Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

"You must learn, my personal things, I don't want others to touch them." He said this vaguely.

Lan Xiao covered his eyes and dared not look at Wen Muchu, God, he teased her again.

What does he mean by this sentence? His personal things don't need to be touched by others, so let her touch them?

Then their relationship...what is it now?

She was nervous and shy, biting her lip and staring at him.

"you……"

"Okay, don't worry, do you really hope that I will show this to others? Come, I will teach you..."

Wen Muchu gave a chuckle, gently shook her hand, hugged her from behind, put her chin on her shoulder, and then spread out her underwear, teaching her how to fold it.

Lan Xiao closed his eyes the whole time, resistance was useless, Wen Muchu didn't let her go, he was just teasing her.

The man's bantering started again.

He held her hand, placed it on a bump, and asked badly: "Guess what it is?"

Lan Xiao was about to collapse, her small face flushed, her eyes closed tightly without making a sound.

She felt that the current Wen Muchu was so evil, this...Is this still the cold and expensive Wen Muchu she knew?

The two of them were sweet in the house, and the warm orange was outside. They looked very unhappy.

She wanted to get close to the bedroom several times, but she was immediately pulled by Wen's mother.

Wen Muchu grew up pulling Wen Muchu from a young age. What kind of thoughts does her son have, how can she not know?

Her son likes Lan Xiao, and she will not object to it. It is this daughter who is stupidly giving her a headache.

She stared at Wen Cheng, and whispered: "The young couple is so sweet and greasy in one place, what are you going to mix with?"

Wen Cheng curled her mouth angrily, and replied: "I just don't like Lan Xiao..."

Mother Wen poked her in the forehead and said in disgust, "Does it matter if you don't like Xiao Xiao? The key is whether your brother likes it or not? Every day, I don't know why you do so much. Depends on your face? I tell you, don’t mix things up, if you provoke your brother, I don’t care about you anyway."

Although she is a dear daughter, Wen's mother is not partial. She just loves Wen Muchu. Although this son is not his own, she is better than his own. After so many years, she almost forgets that Wen Muchu was not born to her.

Now that her son is in her 20s, she finally meets someone she likes, and she can't let her daughter do bad things.

Wen Cheng rubbed the painful forehead by Mother Wen, and said unconvincedly: "Mom, you are eccentric."

"Okay, stop making trouble, go back to your own room to tidy up, I don't have time to take care of you." Mother Wen didn't care at all, waved her hand to Wen Cheng and returned to the house.

Wen Cheng pouted reluctantly and went back to the house. With her mother's warning, she didn't dare to mess around. If she really annoyed her brother, she would be miserable.

She was afraid of her brother since she was little.

Mother Wen cleaned up the living room for a while, then went back to her bedroom.

Opened the door and watched Father Wen leaning on the bed, trying to hold a water glass not far away.

Mother Wen was taken aback, and hurried over, took the water glass and handed it to Father Wen.

"You want to drink water and get something, call me, what if you fall?"

Father Wen didn't say a word, his face was not good, took the cup and took a sip of water.

Mother Wen was not angry either, she inadvertently pursed the corners of her lips to clean up the clothes piled up over the closet.