Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

Anyone who meets the wrong eye does not shy away from it, and it takes a life for it.

Yes, in Lan Xiao's subconscious, she has always regarded Jiang Ge as the eldest brother on the road, a desperate quagmire who kills people without blinking.

Therefore, Lan Xiao was nervous, holding Wen Muchu's hand tightly, with sweaty palms.

She approached Wen Muchu with a little thought, "What should I do? Is this brother Jiang going to take a gun? How can the tempers of these elder brothers be the same for a while. Just being so diligent to me, this will be cold and cold. Oh, why did you slap him just now? If he gets angry, none of us can run away today."

Wen Muchu shook Lan Xiao's hand and said in a low voice, "Don't be afraid, there is me."

Lan Xiao suddenly wailed: "You are not a god-man, can you fight ten of them one by one? Moreover, if they all take out guns, we will be shot and killed in an instant. It's not as cold as a weapon. It's over, it's dead now."

Wen Muchu did not say a word, did not respond.

Lan Xiao's heart jumped suddenly, without confidence.

She tightened Wen Muchu's sleeves and said again: "Remember, the first time I saw Brother Jiang, he tied Xingbo and wanted to chop off his fingers. It was so fierce, not too scary. If we knew this, we should have run away when we saw him."

Lan Xiao regretted it a lot, so why bother with Jiang Ge so much to give a sigh of relief.

She can't forget the true face of Jiang Ge because of others' gentle attitude and easy-going appearance.

It should be licking blood on the tip of the knife, killing people and bleeding more water than she drinks, right?

Lan Xiao was trembling here, but Jiang Ge put his palm into his pocket.

Lan Xiao stared nervously. In case he really took out the gun, she could block Wen Muchu for the first time.

After all, it was Wen Muchu who offended Brother Jiang, and it is not necessarily that Brother Jiang will anger her, right?

The next moment, Lan Xiao saw the metallic light in Jiang Ge's pocket, her heart tightened, and she raised her throat.

Then, she saw that Jiang Ge took out a metal square from his pocket, carved with an unknown pattern.

"Brother Jiang, if you have something, let's say it, don't be impulsive." Lan Xiao couldn't help it, and said with a grin.

Brother Jiang looked at Lan Xiao's pale face, raised his eyebrows and raised his lips and smiled.

"You little girl, what do you think."

Lan Xiao was taken aback, watching Brother Jiang open the cover on the metal, and a flame burst out.

The people next to Jiang took a cigarette and handed it to Jiang's mouth, and the flame was lit close to the end of the cigarette.

Brother Jiang took a sip, and mist overflowed from his thin lips.

Lan Xiao's face was instantly red.

At this time, she couldn't wait to find a place to drill in, which was too shameful.

Wen Muchu patted her shoulder.

Lan Xiao felt ashamed, drooped his head, annoyed to death.

Brother Jiang smoked several cigarettes, and after this breath became smooth, he looked at Wen Muchu again and asked in a low voice.

"What is your relationship with her?"

Wen Muchu pursed his thin lips, his eyes were indifferent, and he did not answer.

Lan Xiao immediately looked up and replied: "I want to be with someone else..."

A trace of surprise flashed across Wen Muchu's eyes, and he glanced down at Lan Xiao.

It was discovered that the little girl's cheeks were already red, and the red could no longer be red, as well as the neck, as if dyed with rouge.