Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

"Not only did I lose my face, I was ridiculed by others. I'm the damn, I've been **** and moldy for eight lifetimes, so I believe you, this stinky lady?"

"Hurry up and return my money to me, and you will also have to pay for my reputation, mental damage, etc. Otherwise, don't blame me for being polite, I'm going to kill people..."

Immediately, there was a crackling noise in the room.

An old woman's voice pleaded in a low voice: "Please don't turn it over, don't smash it, that thing is real, I didn't want to sell it to you at the beginning, it was you who snatched it from me. Ah. Since you don't want it anymore, then you return that thing to me, I...I will return the money to you, and I will give it to you."

"How the **** do you pay me back, 1,000 yuan? Is 1,000 yuan enough? You have to pay me compensation for my reputation and mental losses. You must give me at least 10,000 yuan, otherwise I smashed everything in your house, and by the way, the old immortal man on the bed also smashed..." the man scolded viciously.

The woman was so helpless, she asked with a trembling voice: "Fame fee? Mental loss fee? Ten thousand yuan? You...you are playing hooligans... Are you brazenly stealing money?"

"No, don't you? No, I'm going to smash it right now, brothers, do it..." the man bluffed and ordered.

His voice was so loud that all the neighbors who roared could hear it, but no one came to help. Every family hid in the house, and they didn't dare to show one.

An anger flashed in Wen Muchu's eyes. He put down Lan Xiao and rolled up the sleeves of the T-shirt, revealing the lean muscles of wheat. He clenched his fist and wanted to rush in.

Lan Xiao quickly grabbed his arm: "Don't be impulsive, they are a lot of people. If they fight, you can't ask for anything cheap. Since they want money, we will act first."

Wen Muchu was also anxious. He turned his head and glanced at Lan Xiao, without saying anything.

He opened the door of the room and walked into the house sullenly.

Lan Xiao endured the pain in his ankle and followed into the room.

The room was in a mess. Several tall men stood in the room, blocking some lights. Everyone was fierce and vicious. Looking around, the whole room was messed up.

Three people were standing in front of a bedroom. Opposite was a woman about fifty years old with half-white hair on her temples. This person should be Wen Muchu's foster mother.

She stretched out her arms and tremblingly stopped the group of people from entering.

"This room is my son's room. You can't enter or turn over, otherwise I will fight you desperately."

Behind her stood a teenage girl, her eyes flushed from crying, and she cried out in choking, "You are too bullying, you are blatantly grabbing money."

"Heh... said we were robbing money, then why didn't you dare to call the police? You did call the police. After calling the police, your mother was the first to be arrested. She sold me a fake. She was going to jail." A man with dyed yellow hair and a flowing shirt in a flowered shirt laughed.

"I didn't sell fakes, they weren't fakes, and I didn't want to sell them to you, it was you who robbed me..." Mother Wen was so angry that she gritted her teeth to defend.

"We gave you a thousand yuan, and you also accepted it. How can it be considered a snatch. Okay, stop talking nonsense, and quickly give me ten thousand yuan, otherwise, I will destroy your house." man Raising the big fist of the sandbag, threatened viciously.