Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

The students looked at each other one after another, and they were gradually moved by Lan Xiao's voice.

Mu Shuo looked at Lan Xiao distressedly, and whispered: "Lan Xiao, don't cry, let's listen, I believe you..."

"Yes, don't cry, Lan Xiao, did you see Fu Yunke?"

Lan Xiao thanked Mu Shuo and the classmate who guessed Fu Yunke in gratitude.

"Yes, I saw Fu Yunke. They were all my best friends, so I wanted to talk to them. But they sneaked up and ran into the small woods behind the girls' dormitory. I felt strange at the time, driven by curiosity, I followed. As a result, I actually heard something that I can’t believe yet..."

Everyone looked at each other.

An Yao's face turned pale, with a guilty conscience.

Fu Yunke yelled loudly: "Lan Xiao, what do you mean, did you follow us on purpose and then recorded our conversation?"

Lan Xiao nodded immediately: "Yes, I recorded everything I could hear..."

An Yao's heart throbbed.

He staggered back a few steps and accidentally ran into a female student behind him.

The female student pushed An Yao upset and shouted: "What are you doing? Didn't you see someone behind? I heard that Lan Xiao recorded the sound, so you have a guilty conscience. Do you want to run away? I'm curious, what did you and Fu Yunke say that made you so guilty and scared?"

The rest of the students, the heart of gossip, rose slowly.

One after another echoed.

"Yeah, what exactly did you and Fu Yunke say? Could it be that it was really so vicious that this drama was specially arranged to deliberately destroy Lan Xiao's innocence?"

"Yes, it must be so, otherwise, look at her guilty conscience, her face is pale and pale, and she looks like a ghost."

An Yao was pushed by the female student and almost fell down, but Lan Xiao kindly helped her quickly.

"Yaoyao, I have always treated you sincerely, but I didn't expect you to be so cruel to me. I thought that you two are best friends, but how could you be so bad? Think of such a wicked way to harm me?" Lan Xiao's eyes were red, and she asked angrily.

An Yao shook her head, her face pale in defense.

"No... it's not like that, I don't, I don't..."

"Lan Xiao, you bastard, you are sick, what the **** are you trying to fool around, I tell you, don't frame us anymore, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude to you."

Fu Yunke reddened anxiously, stepped forward, got in front of Lan Xiao, pushed Lan Xiao hard, and raised his hand to grab the recorder in Lan Xiao's hand.

"Fu Yunke, what are you doing? Are you trying to grab my pen?" Lan Xiao's expression changed, and he hurriedly guarded the recorder, and shouted sharply.

All around, there was a mess, and the male classmate who couldn't see it immediately stepped forward to stop Fu Yunke.

And Lan Xiao was about to fall to the ground, but suddenly someone behind her took her arm.

A familiar breath came, and Lan Xiao was taken aback.

In the ear, I heard Wen Muchu's worried voice.

"Are you OK?"

Lan Xiao quickly turned around and looked at Wen Muchu.

Wen Muchu's face was faint, he frowned and looked at her, and asked impatiently: "I'm asking you something, didn't you hear?"

Lan Xiao quickly recovered, and immediately nodded: "I heard it, I heard it, why are you here?"