Cute Wife: Trapped in a greedy tycoon

Chapter 225 Dagon Dragon Robe

"But, ma'am... what should I do if my husband is angry? This time, he is furious!"

"Ann, it's not the first time he's angry!" Saying that, Yuan Xi was about to go to the villa.

Fen'er grabbed her by the forearm, as if she really didn't want her master to become cannon fodder under the wrath of the big boss.

"But ma'am, you don't know what's going on inside... Several bodyguards are about to be dragged out by the husband and hacked. Seeing that you are not in the room, and the phone is not connected, many people have been sent out to look for it, but there is no news. You are missing at home. It’s been a day and no one has reported it. Several things are pressing together. Mr. Wu is anxious and angry. Even Uncle Wu’s persuasion is useless. You should think about the countermeasures first, and how to get in..."

"How do you get in? Of course, you walked in from the main entrance along Kangzhuang Avenue!" Yuan Xi smiled mischievously, and threw the garbage bag that Fen'er had been holding into the big trash can.

"Anla Faner, don't worry, I will never tell Teng Moxun that you are my accomplice, I must have this kind of loyalty!"

Yuan Xi walked into the villa with Fen'er smiling, only felt the shoulders of the little girl beside him trembling all the time, sure enough, Teng Moxun was a great plague god, even the little maid was afraid of him.

Yuan Xi entered the door arrogantly, and then... only a stunned 'Wow' remained.

The picture in front of me is so spectacular!
The four bodyguards arranged by Teng Moxun at the back door and the four bodyguards arranged at the front door stood tremblingly in front of the man who berated Fang Qiu, with their heads down, not even daring to show their air.

At the man's feet, only the pitiful remains of a broken antique vase remained.

Uncle Wu stood outside the living room with a group of young maids.

The scene in front of me is so fucking funny, it's like the emperor wanted to vent his anger by sending off the guards, chief eunuchs, and a group of little maids in a fit of rage... Everyone bowed their heads, ready to lead the decree to die Rhythm.

Looking at Fen'er beside her, after throwing away the trash, she hastily returned to the team of little maids, and was also ready to die generously.

"Yawn..." Yuan Xi slowly stretched his waist, and yawned loudly, "Why is Mr. Teng mobilizing so many people? Are you going to play cospaly to become the emperor? If you want a dragon robe, I will I can borrow it for you...Of course, I can also get the Dragon Robe worn by the King of Joseon! My ability is so great! I have been imitated and never surpassed!"

Seeing that Yuanxi came back safe and sound, Teng Moxun first breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Cha Wuchan should not be talking nonsense.

Yuanxi grabbed the fluffy white collar on his coat, and smiled sweetly and moved to Teng Moxun's side, "Teng Xiansen's face smells so bad...why are these bodyguard brothers standing here? And Uncle Wu, You brought a group of beauties to stand outside the living room to dry wool?"

Knowing that Yuanxi was helping them out, Uncle Wu almost burst into tears of gratitude in his old eyes. Sure enough, it was his wife who was caring, and all these years, she was not in vain.

"Your ability is really getting bigger and bigger!"

"Hey, Teng Xiansen is awesome." Yuanxi smiled sloppily, rubbed his stomach, and leaned his head on Teng Moxun's shoulder in a flattering way, "I'm so hungry, when are we going to have dinner? How about letting Wu Uncle, they go to work first?"

Teng Moxun's sharp and deep eyes were suddenly engraved on Yuanxi's face...

(End of this chapter)