Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

"Xiao Xiao..." Lou Yucheng popped out word by word with gritted teeth.

Lan Xiaopi smiled and curled his lips to Lou Yucheng without a smile. That completely indifferent appearance caused Lou Yucheng's palms hanging on both sides to tremble slightly.

For the first time in eight years, he was completely ignored by Lan Xiao.

He remembers when he first met Lan Xiao eight years ago.

Her eyes seemed to gleam with stars, she took his hand and asked what his name was.

When he first came to Lan's house, he was timid and not used to it.

When he went to bed at night, he was alone in an empty room, waiting for dawn with her eyes open, she would inadvertently push open the door of his room and stuff a bottle of warm milk into the crack of the door.

Then, lying on the bed, he heard her running away step by step with her little pedals.

He was thinking about how long she could last for her behavior of delivering milk in the middle of the night.

But I don't want to, this habit has continued until now.

However, it stopped abruptly now.

He deeply understood that the little girl who had only his eyes in the past will never come back.

She changed suddenly.

Becoming caught him off guard, and he didn't know how to face it.

Imagine a person who has always treated you nicely, suddenly one day, he ignores you, is cold or hot, and everyone will feel uncomfortable in their hearts, and they will fail this hurdle.

Lou Yucheng comforted himself silently.

Yes, he just can't pass this hurdle.

...

Looking at Lou Yucheng's ugly expression, Lan Xiao was deeply refreshed.

Humph, get angry, it's better to get angry at him.

I was blind before and liked such a scumbag. Thinking about it, she felt sick.

She wanted to get rid of Lou Yucheng immediately.

No... more than just getting rid of it, Lou Yucheng once owed her, and one day, she will ask him for it.

Lan Xiao stopped looking at Lou Yucheng, gently tugging Wen Muchu's arm, and said coquettishly: "I'm tired, you can take me to bed and rest for a while..."

Wen Muchu knew that Lan Xiao was mostly acting now.

But he was also willing to cooperate because he really didn't like Lou Yucheng's ambiguous entanglement with Lan Xiao.

If such behavior can cut off Lou Yucheng's mind, why would he not do it?

Wen Muchu bent down and hugged Lan Xiao, cautiously hugged her and walked to the bed, and then cautiously put her down.

Lan Xiao was rather mischievous, refused to let go of his neck with both arms, and pouted passionately for a kiss: "Kiss..."

Wen Muchu was taken aback, but he hadn't reacted yet.

Lan Xiao was already pouting, leaning close to his thin lips and giving a soft kiss.

She even stuck out the tip of her pink tongue and deliberately licked his lips.

Her sweet breath rushed to his face, disturbing his thoughts a bit.

Wen Muchu's breathing was slightly messy, pinched her waist with his big hands, and whispered a warning: "Be honest..."

"Itches... I tickle you too..."

Lan Xiao chuckled, digging into his clothes with a small hand, pinching the tender meat on his waist, and lightly pinching it.

Wen Muchu took a breath of air, secretly gritted his teeth, wishing to swallow this little grind.

He grabbed her messy little hand and immediately turned to the guest, deepening the kiss.

This kiss made Lan Xiao soft and soft, and he couldn't utter a word even with the hum of resistance, and the whimper of hum, like a cat cry.

It makes people feel itchy.