Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

Dabke remembered that there were a dozen bodyguards guarding this door.

Moreover, those bodyguards all carry guns and weapons.

This place, let alone people, can't even fly in even a fly.

However, this man not only came in, but also brought the few people behind him.

Could it be that the bodyguards arranged by Lou Yucheng were all taken care of by this man?

This person is no one else, but Brother Jiang.

Brother Jiang walked in with a cigarette in his mouth, and scanned the indoor furnishings.

He did not answer Dab’s question, but sent someone over and tied Dab’s hands and feet.

Dab was shocked, his face pale.

No matter how he struggled and screamed, Jiang Ge would not give him any response.

Dabu couldn't help but feel a little desperate.

This person seems to be better than Lou Yucheng?

What is he going to do?

Brother Jiang observed the room, his gaze finally fell on the table in front of Dabu.

He condensed the wooden sign and raised his eyebrows slightly.

He reached out and touched the wooden sign.

Dab saw him and immediately reminded him in surprise: "Don't touch that wooden sign..."

Hearing this, Brother Jiang couldn't help but sneered.

"Why can't I touch it?"

Dabu's eyes were full of panic.

This is, he used witchcraft tools on Wen Muchu.

This wooden sign has dripped his painstaking effort for almost half a month. If this wooden sign is destroyed, not only will his cultivation be damaged, but also the witchcraft against Wen Muchu will be gone.

If Lou Yucheng knows, he has not completed the task that he explained.

Lou Yucheng could not figure out how to torture his wife.

His little Qinger was about to give birth, and he really didn't want his wife to suffer.

Therefore, Dabu begged and looked at Brother Jiang.

"Please don't touch that wooden sign...I will tell you everything you want to know. Just one point, don't touch that wooden sign."

Brother Jiang was not moved at all, Dabu wouldn't let him touch it, and he just wanted to touch it.

He was never a person who listened to others.

His eyes were filled with coldness and indifference. In Dab's desperate eyes, he picked up the wooden sign stained with blood.

The wooden sign is engraved with a birth date.

He raised his hand and gave the wooden sign to this section without hesitation.

With a click, the wooden sign was broken, as if it had broken off the hope that Dabu held in his heart.

He stared at it blankly, the wooden sign he made with all his energy, and then with a wow, another mouthful of blood suddenly sprayed out.

The blood spurted out, and he only felt black before his eyes, and the whole person was completely unconscious.

Brother Jiang looked at Dab, who had passed out into a coma, and he handed the wooden sign of this section to his men.

"Take this wooden sign and burn it..."

The people immediately responded, set a brazier and lit the wooden sign.

Brother Jiang squinted his eyes and saw that the wooden sign was completely burned. Then he slowly turned around and left the house.

When leaving, he whispered: "Bring him back to Jinjing..."

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The dusk of Jinjing came quietly.

At the entrance of a five-star hotel in the center of Jinjing, elites from all walks of life have already gathered.

People of S Empire, who doesn't know, today is the day of engagement to Lan Xiao, the son of President Wen Wen Muchu.

Most of the people who received the engagement invitation were the empire's dignified figures.

At the entrance of the hotel, a variety of limited edition luxury cars gathered.

Many people who are unlikely to get together are all here today for President Wen.