How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1286 Little Pudding, Husband Calls You Home 3 Mistakes, small mistakes.

The white quilt slid down to the waist, and the perfectly proportioned lean waist could be vaguely seen, tsk tsk, no wonder Mu Xiaomin and the others coveted her.

This face, this skin, this figure...

Pudding wiped his drool.

If this is taken out and sold, how much will it cost? It must be enough for her to redeem herself, right?

No, no, I'm afraid it will not only help her redeem her body, but also leave a lot of money for her to spend and eat delicious food all over the world.

Thinking of this, he simply pushed open the window and didn't pay attention when he jumped down, his toes caught a vase on the decorative cabinet next to him.

At the same time she landed, the vase also fell to the ground.

boom----

Pudding just maintained the posture of reaching out to pick it up, looking at the debris on the ground, and froze in embarrassment.

On the big bed, the man seemed to sigh in a low voice, turned over, his eyelashes were half-opened, and a pair of clear but cold eyes like mountains and flowing water fell on her small face.

Pudding was a little embarrassed by his staring, and he laughed twice: "Mistake, mistake, small mistake, when I heard about the god...cough, I was a little excited when I heard that the young master is back, hehe... "

While talking, he glanced around, and soon found a piece of mousse cake thrown on the table.

This is about the happiest day that Pudding lives every month.

Heavenly Killer is very busy with work, and rarely goes back to Mu's House, basically once a month on average.

Not just having time to come back, but having to come back.

This guy probably has some incurable disease, and a tube of her blood is drawn every month, and she has always done it by herself, never by others.

This was the only secret between their master and servant. He asked her for a tube of blood every month as compensation, and would bring her delicious food every time.

Sometimes it's some extremely rare fruits, sometimes it's fragrant and sweet cakes, it's all she likes anyway.

The mousse cake is not small, and the average girl may not be able to finish it after eating two or three meals, but the skinny little woman in front of her ate it clean in the blink of an eye.

Mu Bufan's sleep is very light, and the possibility of falling asleep after being woken up is almost zero.

Pudding licked the remaining cake crumbs on his fingers, and then the man frowned with obvious dislike.

"Go wash your hands." The short three words are inherently noble.

Pudding ran to the bathroom, and ran out after a while, without wiping his hands, just pressing them wet on the snow-white sheets, his eyes full of anticipation: "Master, did you bring any other delicious food? "

She is not full yet...

Mu Bufan leaned on the pillow, his eyes were fixed on the gradually blurred watermark on the bed sheet, he seemed extremely confused.

How could this woman be so sloppy at such a young age?

Don't know how to wipe it after washing your hands?
His complexion is very fair, a kind of white that is close to morbidity, but he doesn't look weak at all. Coupled with his exceptionally handsome and delicate facial features, he has a thrilling look that makes people dare not approach him.

Like a distant mountain, like an ancient water, distant and elegant, and there is always such a faint evil atmosphere.

His baby sister looks very similar to him and is also very beautiful, but it is an extremely aggressive beauty, which gives her a headache just by looking at it.

Where is this goddamn looking pleasing to the eye.

Looking at it further, she was afraid that she was going to eat him like a mousse cake, the man tapped her forehead with his fingers: "Go and get the medicine box."

(End of this chapter)