Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

"Xiao Wu, shut up your mouth..." Bai Huien was surprised and quickly stopped the bodyguard from continuing.

The bodyguard was full of unwillingness, and said to Bai Huien: "Madam, you have suffered such a big grievance. I have to redress for you today. Father, the madam accidentally sprained her foot because she was trying to stop Mr. Wen from leaving. It's a pity that she was injured and couldn't keep him. Madam, he was his elder no matter what, he didn't respect Madam from start to finish..."

Bai Huien looked perturbed, and looked at Mrs. Wen hesitantly.

"Dad...I'm not good...Don't get me wrong, Mu Chu..."

Old man Wen glanced at Bai Huien with a gloomy look.

Immediately, he sighed in a low voice.

It's a big deal, making others read the joke.

He asked the housekeeper to help Bai Huien into the car.

The group of people got into the luxurious extension car, and the housekeeper immediately contacted a private doctor to bandage the wound on Bai Huien's foot.

After the car returned to Wen's house, the personal doctor also arrived.

The doctor bandaged Bai Huien's ankle and asked her to stay in bed for a few days.

Elder Wen stood at the door, looking at Bai Huien with a little complicated eyes.

Bai Huien pulled the corners of her lips, her eyes were red with a sorry smile at Old Man Wen.

"Dad, I'm really useless. Not only did I fail to stop Mu Chu for you, but I also hurt myself uselessly... This matter is that I am useless, you can't blame Mu Chu..."

Old man Wen leaned on a cane, smashed the floor, turned and left here with a sullen expression.

Seeing that the old man was gone, Bai Huien pursed the corner of her mouth slightly, and slowly closed it.

She lowered her eyes and fell on her bandaged ankle.

At this moment, no one knew what she was thinking.

No one knows how big a huge wave surged in her heart.

He came back, and her son finally came back.

He really looks like that woman.

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Old man Wen sat on the sofa on the first floor without saying a word, leaning on a cane.

His face was blue and he sat motionless.

The housekeeper watched it get late and persuaded him to go back to the house to rest, but Old Man Wen ignored him at all.

After a while, I don't know how long, until I heard footsteps outside.

Old man Wen had a slight reaction.

His eyes slowly cast toward the gate.

Then he saw Wen Zhihuai, surrounded by a few people in suits and leather shoes, entering the living room.

Wen Zhihuai whispered to those people as he walked.

Those people responded respectfully.

Seeing that, Wen Zhihuai led some people to the study on the second floor.

Mr. Wen immediately took a cup from the coffee table and fell to the ground severely.

There was a crisp sound, this sound completely interrupted Wen Zhihuai's rhythm.

He stopped his voice and looked up at Old Man Wen.

"Dad... why haven't you rested yet?"

Old man Wen sneered coldly.

"You are a very busy person, in black and white, I can't see your figure. There is no way, in order to see you, I can only stay here and wait for you to come back..."

Wen Zhihuai's eyes wrinkled tightly, and he immediately waved back from those who were following him, and walked towards Grandpa Wen step by step.

"Dad, what happened?"

Old man Wen gave a cold snort, his face even more ugly.

"What happened? It's not because you hide and cover my grandson, and you don't let me see him..."

Wen Zhihuai took off his suit jacket, and a servant immediately took it in front of him.

Another servant quickly made a cup of tea and placed it in front of Wen Zhihuai.

Wen Zhihuai sat down and drank a few sips of tea.

Hearing the words of Old Man Wen, his eyes flashed slightly.

Immediately, he put down his teacup casually, and faintly pursed his lips at Mr. Wen.

"Dad...I can't call the shots in this matter. You know, the child is old, and our Wen family hasn't raised him for so many years and took care of him. He just came to Jinjing and doesn't want to meet some strangers. We should also be considerate of him..."

When Mr. Wen heard this, his eyes immediately turned red.

He choked up and looked at Wen Zhihuai: "Stranger? I'm his grandfather, how did I become a stranger? Embrace... You know best, how much I hope you can have a son for so many years. But... you and Hui Eun have nothing to do, and our Wen family is about to end. It is hard to know that I have a grandson, but you cruelly refused to let me see him. Do you think it's fair to me?"

Wen Zhihuai's eyes were dull, and his expression was a bit low.

He pursed his lips and said nothing, his heart ached.

"Oh...fair? Dad...do you think you were fair to KineMaster back then? She didn't get you a face until she died... During that time, Mu Chu disappeared, not only did you not cooperate to find him Whereabouts, you even ridiculed her, saying that she was a broom star. Mu Chu's disappearance, it was not her fault, why did you blame her for the fault? If it weren't for your stimulation, it would be impossible for Qiaoying to take a step Step into the road of no return, and never look back. Dad...Don't mention the word fair to me again... You and you owe Qiaoying, Mu Chu, and me throughout your life. ..."

After saying this, Wen Zhihuai stood up abruptly, no matter what Gu Wen's reaction was, he moved away.

Old man Wen sat there, his face pale with anger.

He gasped, his eyes widened, and he looked at Wen Zhihuai's leaving back in disbelief.

"You... you rebellious son, you are going to **** me off..."

However, his hysterical yelling didn't get Wen Zhihuai's head back at all.

Wen Zhihuai went into the study room on the second floor with exhaustion and locked himself in the room.

He staggered to a bookcase and pulled out a black and white photo from a book inside.

The woman in the photo has a beautiful face and a happy smile.

Two shallow dimples were printed on her cheeks, and those eyes were even more charming.

Wen Zhihuai held the photo and sat down a little bit against the wall.

He trembling hands, stroking the outline of the woman's facial features in the photo.

"KineMaster, why have I never dreamed of you for so many years? Why don't you entrust your dream to me? Are you hate me, hate me for not being able to protect you and Mu Chu, hate my position as president? If I knew that I would lose you, this president, I would rather not do it. For so many years, no one can understand my suffering, I really feel very tired...

Wen Zhihuai's eyes were slightly red, and he pressed the photo tightly against his aching chest.

He raised his head and closed his eyes slightly.

The atmosphere around him was extremely depressed.

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Wen Zhihuai's desperate, extremely decadent appearance was seen clearly by Bai Huien.