Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

On the opposite side of the long table, there is a very large glass, which is like a wall.

Through the glass wall, Lan Xiao saw a familiar figure.

"Wen Muchu..."

Lan Xiao was taken aback. Because she was still on the ground and the wall was so far away, she couldn't stand up, so she could only crawl towards the glass wall a little bit.

The crawling process is very slow and very anxious.

Her forehead and back were all wet with sweat.

Lan Xiao bit her lip and slowly climbed to the side of the glass wall. She slowly supported the glass wall and stood up little by little.

After she stood up, she gradually realized what situation Wen Muchu was facing on the other side of the glass wall.

Ten men in black with long sticks surrounded him round and round.

His white shirt has been stained bright red with blood.

Lan Xiao's heart shrank suddenly. At the entrance of the alley, he had already struck a sword in his shoulder blade. Although the wound was not big, he shed a lot of blood.

Now he has wounds of all sizes.

He was like a trapped beast, surrounded by ten people, and his eyes were red and glaring at those people.

I didn't know what he was saying, Lan Xiao couldn't hear a word.

She only saw his thin lips opening and closing, and his face was full of anger.

Lan Xiao clenched her fists, pressed her cheeks against the cold glass, looked at Wen Muchu greedily, her ears against the glass wall, she tried to hear what he said.

However, everything was in vain and she couldn't hear it at all.

Lan Xiao was anxious, her eyes flushed, and her tears fell uncontrollably.

It was all because of her. If she didn't go to the Yueshan Resort to buy gambling stones today, he would not follow. If he didn't follow, he wouldn't have met today's disaster just because he sent her back.

But Lan Xiao knows that this is not the time to blame others.

She has to find a way to escape from here.

She glanced around, but found that there was nothing more than a long table here, and the whole room was empty.

She wanted to find a cup to break, and couldn't cut the rope in her hand.

While in a daze, Lan Xiao suddenly saw that Wen Muchu raised his foot and fiercely kicked a black man into the air.

The other nine men in black rushed towards him with long sticks.

Lan Xiao's heart was mentioned in her throat, and she couldn't help it at all, and shouted hysterically, "Wen Muchu be careful..."

I don't know if it was because of her loud noise or what, she could see through the gap of the human wall surrounded by those people that Wen Muchu's eyes suddenly looked towards her.

Perhaps because of this distraction, he was unprepared. Someone held a long stick and slammed it on his back.

This stick directly smashed his mouth with blood.

The blood drops splashed in the air, forming a beautiful arc.

Lan Xiao was silly, staring at Wen Muchu blankly, her heart slightly curled up and trembling with pain.

He is very strong, six or seven people are not his opponents.

But now, he is injured and there are many people, how can he resist the attacks of these fierce men?

The people in black are all over one meter and eight meters tall, and they are not vulgar, as if they are not like Ahu and the like.

Lan Xiao's eyes were red, his fists clenched, and he leaned against the glass wall, crying desperately.

Who is it, who is it, to put Wen Muchu to death?

She thought that if that stick fell, he would fall to the ground and never get up again.

However, under the condition of her tearful eyes, she saw him standing in the blood with blurred vision, his body upright like a clock, those eyes seemed to penetrate the thick glass wall, looking at her shiningly.