How can the president be fierce

Chapter 100 Only she can't give her a child. (two more)

After returning from the United States when I was 9 years old, I never ate it again. When I was a child, I liked it very much. I almost ate two or three sticks every day.

As soon as the words finished, Liangzui snatched the popsicle, took it apart with lightning speed, and started to eat.

Qing Xiaomo couldn't help feeling disgusted, isn't it just a popsicle?As for robbing?He is the son of a president, how can he still lack popsicles?

"So it's this kind of taste." Liang Zui was very absorbed in eating, took a bite, tasted it in his mouth and swallowed it for a while, then took another bite, frowning and looking carefully at the popsicle's packaging bag.

He has tried a lot of popsicles over the years, and he can't remember whether he has tried this one, but only this time, he tasted sour and sweet.

Probably because she picked it out with her own hands.

Qing Xiaomo didn't know what he was researching, so she reached into her bag and took out a dagger: "This... Because Mrs. Qing is watching closely, it is not convenient to auction for the time being. Didn't you say you want it? One hundred million , we pay the money and deliver the goods?"

Liangzui bit the popsicle, and raised her eyebrows frivolously at her: "In a hurry to pay back the money to Liang Musheng? You two broke up? Is it because you suddenly found out that the person you love is actually me?"

"..."

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A check that is so light that it has no gravity, but because of the string of zeros, it appears a bit heavy.

As soon as the door was opened, a strong fragrance came to her nostrils. She walked into the kitchen following the smell, and was slightly taken aback.

The light is soft, and the man in the white shirt and black trousers is seriously cutting green beans. The pot next to him is gurgling and steaming. into a breathtaking landscape.

"came back?"

He took her little hand in his busy schedule, felt the cold temperature of her fingers, and then squeezed it tightly: "Why is it so cold? Go out with this little clothes, and be careful of catching a cold."

His palm was hot, Qing Xiaomo felt her heart twitching abnormally, she wanted to take it back, but he held it tighter.

"Come and taste how the fish soup tastes."

He opened the lid of the pot, scooped out some soup with a small spoon, blew it until it was not hot, and then handed it to her lips: "It's the first time I made it, I followed the recipe, I don't know how it tastes, you try it Try it."

Qing Xiaomo bit her lip: "Liang Musheng, I have something to say..."

"Taste the fish soup first, dear." The man interrupted her, his voice was extremely gentle, but his eyes were so dark that they were almost full of ink.

She was silent for a moment, but she obediently opened her mouth to hold it. The rich fragrance permeated between her lips and teeth, unexpectedly very delicious.

She only drank half a teaspoon, Liang Musheng naturally drank the other half teaspoon, savored it carefully for a while, and then relaxed his brows: "It's not bad, isn't it?"

She looked at his handsome face with sharp edges and corners, and reluctantly pulled the corners of her lips: "Yes."

The man raised his hand and touched her little head: "Tell me what you want to eat in the future, and I will make it for you, huh?"

"Liang Musheng, I..."

"Go take a shower first, and the meal will be ready in a while."

Qing Xiaomo's red lips moved, and she wanted to say something more, but seeing that he turned around and continued to chop vegetables, she had to endure it first.

Let's talk about it after dinner, it's not too late.

The sound of the woman's leaving footsteps faded away, Liang Musheng gradually lost his mind, the sharp blade cut across his fingertips, bringing out a string of blood beads.

When mentioning the child, he clearly saw traces of disappointment in her eyes.

Child, why does she want a child, he is capable enough to give her everything she wants, but he can't give her a child.

(End of this chapter)