Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

Chapter 155



Chapter 155

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Chapter 155: Who Do You Think You Are?

Translator: 549690339

Lan Xiao was slightly taken aback, and the strangeness in his mind became stronger and stronger.

She felt that the way brother Jiang looked at her and his attitude towards her was strange.

How should she put it? he was good to her, but he was too good to her.

He had given her the interest of the death period, given her a black card, and even said that he would help her manage her money. Lan Jing couldn’t help but feel a little scared.

The first time she met brother Jiang, he was full of killing intent. He tied xingbo up, pinched his fingers, and was about to cut him with a dagger. The scene was still vivid in her mind.

He even wanted to catch her and sell her to pay off his debts.

How come in the blink of an eye, brother Jiang seemed to have changed into a different person after only two meetings?

Lan Xiao looked embarrassed and laughed.

“Oh, Brother Jiang, are you trying to get more business? You’re truly the boss, your business methods are brilliant.”

Brother Jiang smiled and stuffed the black card into Lan Xiao’s hand, ” “I’m waiting for your 90 million. Don’t worry, I won’t mistreat you.”

Lan Xiao felt that this black card was like a hot potato. Once it touched his hand, he was afraid that he would not be able to get it off.

Therefore, she quickly stuffed the card into brother Jiang’s hand and waved her hands.

“Brother Jiang, I don’t have the right to use a black card with this small amount of ten million. When I have hundreds of millions in assets in your bank in the future, I’ll ask you for it personally. Brother Jiang must be very busy. I’m really sorry to have delayed your time because of my matter. We’ll leave now, we won’t disturb you any longer.” After Lan Xiao finished speaking, he pretended to leave.

Brother Jiang, however, squinted his eyes slightly and smiled gently. He held Lan Xiao’s arm and immediately opened her hand with his broad palm, placing the card in her palm.

“I’m more than happy to not disturb you. Miss LAN, please don’t stand on ceremony with me. I’ve already given out this card, there’s no reason for me to take it back, Yingluo.”

Lan Xiao’s body trembled slightly. Oh my God, brother Jiang is indeed a big brother. Although he’s smiling, the aura on his body is undeniable.

Wen Muchu stepped forward and stretched out his hand to block brother Jiang’s touch on Lan Xiao.

“Brother Jiang, since she doesn’t want to accept the basket case, I hope you can respect her wishes.”

Only then did brother Jiang raise his eyes and look at Wen Muchu who had been silent all this while.

The two men looked at each other, and the atmosphere around them changed in an instant. The air of daggers drawn was all over Lan Xiao.

Brother Jiang’s lips curved into a smile as he sized Wen Muchu up.

Then, he curled his lips and sneered, ” “Who the hell do you think you are? I’m talking to miss LAN, what right do you have to interrupt?”

Wen Muchu raised his eyebrows slightly and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes. He held Lan Jing’s shoulder and took a few steps back, putting a distance between them.

“I’m not a green onion or a garlic. If she’s willing to accept it, I naturally won’t have any objections. If she’s not willing, no one can force her. ” Wen Muchu’s voice was low as he spoke coldly.

Brother Jiang squinted his eyes and looked at Wen Muchu in amusement.

The coldness in his eyes was enough to intimidate any man who dared to disrespect him.

Having been in the business world for so many years, this was the first time he had met a young boy who was not afraid of him.

It was really rare, very rare.

Brother Jiang also took two steps back. He shook his expensive suit and slowly put his hand into his pocket.

Lan Xiao’s heart skipped a beat. She kept feeling that brother Jiang was pulling out a gun.

Didn’t they say that people in the underworld would always carry a short spear with them?


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