Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

Her sister was married to Fengzi, he was really afraid that Wen Muchu would despise his sister because of this in the future.

Therefore, he used this method to let Wen Muchu understand.

It is not easy to marry his sister.

Young people are making trouble, and older people are persuading.

Unfortunately, Lan Xingbo turned a deaf ear, just looking at Wen Muchu with provocative eyes.

In such a noisy atmosphere, Wen Muchu regarded death as home, and took the first glass of wine and drank it in one go.

That kind of taste is really hard to say.

After drinking the glass of wine, Wen Muchu controlled the absent stoop and vomited all of them.

Gu Ci quickly patted Wen Muchu's back and looked at Lan Xingbo with a bitter expression.

"Master Lan, you can spare our president. He hasn't had a good rest these few days, and he really can't stand this kind of toss. Otherwise, let me drink for the president..."

Lan Xingbo snorted coldly, and he glanced at Gu Ci.

"Is he going to marry my sister, or are you going to marry my sister? If you want to marry, you can drink it."

Gu Ci was immediately blocked, and he didn't dare to say a word anymore, and he shut his mouth somewhat sullenly.

Wen Muchu waved his hand to make Gu Ci back off.

At the corner of his lips, he pulled out a smile and looked at Lan Xingbo.

"No matter how hard it is, no matter how difficult it is, I will do what you want... I know, you did it because you wanted to test me. I know better, this is the way you love your sister..."

According to what the Blue Star had said, he couldn't help but startled slightly.

Under his eyes, a bit of surprise passed, and he glanced at Wen Mu Chu.

After Wen Muchu said, he took the second glass of wine.

This second glass of wine contains soy sauce, and the taste is not much better than the wine with white vinegar.

After a glass of wine, although Wen Muchu didn't vomit, his face looked a little pale.

Lan Shanhua hadn't been here, he was talking about the wedding banquet in the hotel.

Suddenly I heard the servant telling him about the marriage room.

He was very angry when he heard that Lan Xingbo was embarrassing Wen Mu Chu.

Quickly hung up the phone and rushed over from the study.

As soon as he walked over, he saw Wen Muchu drank the black wine of that generation, his face was pale.

Lan Shanhua grabbed Lan Xingbo's ear and yelled.

"You bastard, don't look at what big day is today, what are you doing?"

Lan Xingbo was taken aback, and quickly replied with some guilty conscience: "I... I didn't make trouble... Other people get married, don't they all have marriage troubles? I just follow the example, and I can't make him too easy. If it’s too easy to pick up my sister, wouldn’t my sister be very cheap?"

"I did this for the sake of my sister's future. I have to make him understand that my sister is supported by someone, so that I will not dare to bully my sister in the future."

Hearing his sophistry, Lan Shanhua couldn't laugh or cry.

He was a little apologetic, and smiled at Wen Muchu: "Xingbo is not sensible, I will teach him a lot later. You go in now, I guess Xiaoxiao is also waiting in a hurry..."

Wen Muchu took the tissue, wiped the corner of his mouth, and smiled at Lan Shanhua indifferently.

"It's nothing, it's also lively..."

Lan Xingbo touched his nose and said nothing.

He looked at Wen Muchu's face and didn't dare to continue to force him to drink.

After all, people are the president of a country, if you really drink something good or bad.

Not only was he unable to explain to his sister, but also unable to explain to the people of the whole country.

Lan Xiao was in it, almost to death.

In her heart, she scolded Lan Xingbo countless times.