President Wife is Pretty and Cool

to hear.
There were too many people today and she didn’t want to be in the limelight.

Lan Anran wore her original clothes and walked towards the door.
Suddenly, several men knocked her out with a stick, attempting to drag her to the washroom.
Just then, Mo Jinrong walked towards the door and let Mo San follow Lan Anran.

Bars weren’t good places, a beautiful woman like Lan Anran might be harmed.

The moment Mo San entered from the side door, he saw Lan Anran being dragged away by several men.

He had a bad feeling and hurried forward.

“Stop! What are you trying to do in broad daylight?”

“Who are you? Mind your own business!”

The man threatened.

“I don’t care, I’ve called the police and they will be here soon.
Do you still want to wait for them?”

Mo San threatened.

They looked at each other and smiled.

“We’re not afraid! Mind your own business, this person is ours!”

The man prepared to drag her out.

“Put her down!”

Mo San’s solemn expression didn’t stop them.

“Beat him!”

The man was impatient.

The bar was in a mess.

Mo San was originally from the special forces, but he hadn’t practiced in many years and had gained weight, making fighting a little strenuous.

Mo Jinrong took advantage of the chaos and carried Lan Anran out, preparing to get into the car and leave.

“Put her down!” the fatty behind rushed over and said.

Mo Jinrong turned and stretched out his long legs, hitting the fatty in the chest.
He calmly turned and placed Lan Anran in the car.

“Who are you, how dare you meddle in other people’s business?”

A man with a bruised face spoke.

“I don’t care!”

Mo Jinrong looked at him coldly.

“You’re courting death!”

The fatty stood up, grabbed a beer bottle, and smashed it at Mo Jinrong!

Mo Jinrong turned and kicked the fatty with a roundhouse kick, but the beer bottle accidentally scratched his leg, causing blood to flow.

“I don’t care who you are, from today onwards, I don’t want to see you in Rong City again!”

Mo Jinrong straightened his clothes and spoke coldly.

Just then, Mo San rushed over with bruises on his face.

“Young Master, I…”

“Hurry up and deal with these people, Rong City can’t tolerate them!”

Mo Jinrong turned, got into the car, and left with Lan Anran.

“Young Master… have you forgotten me…”

Mo San shouted, but the car had already left.

“The few of you are in trouble,” Mo San struggled as he said.

“Mo San, who was that woman?”

Tan Lin looked at it for a long time, feeling that Mo Jinrong seemed to care about her.

Mo San whispered something in Tan Lin’s ear.

“What? He…”

Tan Lin was shocked.