Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

There was a faint pain in Wen Muchu's heart.

He pursed his thin lips, and gently patted Lan Xiao's shoulder with his palm.

He really couldn't see her crying. When she cried, his heart was upset.

Her tears, like a knife, cut his heart fiercely——

There is always a voice in my heart, crying hoarsely.

Wen Muchu don't believe her nonsense, she is lying to you.

However, no matter how intense the voice was, he still couldn't bear to watch Lan Xiao feel sad.

He hugged Lan Xiao tightly, closed his eyes, and didn't want to pay attention to the voice in his heart that had not listened to it.

Who knows, just a few seconds later, Wen Muchu couldn't help vomiting blood out.

Lan Xiao was frightened, she raised her hand and covered the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"Chu Chu, what's wrong with you?"

Wen Muchu only felt that the blood spurted out, and his whole person was much cleaner.

Because the voice that was clamoring in his head suddenly disappeared.

He pursed his lips slightly, trying to smile at Lan Xiao.

Unexpectedly, his eyes went dark and the whole person fainted.

Lan Xiao was shocked that Liushen Wuzhu, she supported Wen Muchu to prevent him from falling, shouting hysterically at the door.

"Come here, come here soon..."

Grandpa Wen was originally guarding the door, when he suddenly heard Lan Xiao's shout, he immediately let someone open the door and stepped in.

When he saw it, Wen Muchu vomited blood and passed out into a coma.

Old man Wen panicked and asked, "What's the matter, what happened?"

Lan Xiao choked up and cried back: "I don't know what's going on, alright, he vomited blood. Hurry up and get a doctor over..."

How dare you delay Mr. Wen? While asking for a doctor, he ordered Wen Muchu to rest in a bedroom in the dressing room.

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At the same time, the moment Wen Muchu vomited blood, Dabu, who was casting the spell, couldn't help vomiting blood in the next moment.

There was a burst of darkness in front of him, and he quickly reached out and supported the wall beside him.

Dabu's eyes were full of surprise and astonishment. He condensed the wooden sign on the table in front of him and muttered in a dazed voice.

"How could this be? Wen Muchu...he actually broke my witchcraft?"

How dab refused to believe that the witchcraft he had always been proud of would one day have no effect on Wen Muchu?

Dabu immediately stood firm, sorting out the wooden sign engraved with the eight characters of Wen Muchu's birthday on the table in a little panic.

He saw that a crack appeared on the wooden sign unexpectedly.

On the tears, blood was faintly pouring out.

Dab's heart sank suddenly.

He has been engaged in magic for decades, and this is the first time he has encountered such an unthinkable thing.

How much mental perseverance does Wen Muchu need to break through his witchcraft and free himself?

This person, his mind is too strong.

Dab was staring at the cracked wooden sign, when suddenly the door was kicked open from the outside.

With a loud bang, Dabu's eyes were filled with surprise.

He turned his head startled and looked at the doorway.

But I saw that a tall man in a suit and leather shoes stepped in with a cigarette in the corner of his mouth.

"Who...who are you? How did you find this place and break in?" Dabu asked with trembling eyes full of shock.

This place, but Lou Yucheng was specially prepared for him to cast spells.

Except for Lou Yucheng and Assistant Qiao, no one else knew about this place.