How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1313 Little Pudding, My Husband Is Calling You Home 30 I quarreled, but I didn’t win, and I fought, but I didn’t win.

Cheapskate.

If you don't eat it, you don't eat it, and if you ask her to eat it, she won't even take a bite, hum!
...unless the request is sincere.

……

After the birthday party, the noisy castle gradually quieted down as the guests left.

Liang Musheng didn't go downstairs until after that, probably because he finally put the woman who was tired from crying to sleep, but even so, there was still a heavy haze between his brows.

On such an important day, that boy Liang Mo came here for a while like a transparent one and then left?
Do you still have a sense of the big picture?
"Where's the young master?"

The housekeeper coughed lightly: "The eldest young master had a quarrel with the eldest lady of the Xi family, but he didn't win the fight. He fought, but he didn't win the fight, so he left in anger."

"..."

The young master of the dignified presidential palace is in his twenties, and all he thinks about is how to deal with a little girl who is not yet seventeen or eighteen years old.

Couldn't he be a little bit higher?
"Where's Mu Bufan?"

"After seeing off the guests, Mr. Mu has just left. Mr. Mu has done everything properly. The birthday party is well under control. Don't worry, sir."

rest assured?

It is because of this that the more he does not let him feel at ease.

This man is mature enough, so mature that he may no longer hide his city and ambition at any time.

"Tell Eldest Young Master to come back within half an hour! Don't force me to find him in person."

The president was in a fit of anger, but the housekeeper didn't dare to say anything, and obediently responded, "...Yes."

……

When the slender figure appeared beside the car, the little woman in the passenger seat had already fallen asleep.

His hands were bound, his body was tilted to one side, and his saliva was almost dripping onto his clothes.

It's only been a week since I last saw her, and some flesh has grown on her skinny face, making her look chubby.

This was the most beautiful time she had worn since she was 4 years old. The white gauze dress matched her complexion very well.

In the past ten years in Mu Zhai, I have suffered a lot.

But this overly optimistic and cheerful personality is far, far from what he expected.

It shouldn't be like this.

She should be embarrassed, desolate, inferior, and cowardly, and she should slowly grow into what he is most satisfied with and hates the most, like a tree slowly rotting in the corner, surviving a long period of despair in despair. time.

Just like... he and his sister were the same back then.

It shouldn't be like now, innocent and innocent, like a shining pearl, as if no thick black cloth can block the bright light.

"Hmm..." The little girl in her sleep moved, as if grunting in extreme discomfort.

The rope tied around the wrist was disconnected without a sound.

The rope rubbed against her wrist, and the slight pain woke her up. When she opened her eyes, the man's handsome face was so close to her eyes, less than 3 centimeters away.

It was close enough to see his lowered eyelashes and the high bridge of his nose.

Pudding was taken aback, and instinctively wanted to wave.

Even at such a short distance, Mu Bufan still reacted very quickly, tilting his head slightly, and her fingertips just flew over his cheek just like that.

This should be put in normal times, I have done a lot of rough work in Mu's house, so I don't have nails at all, but I have enjoyed some blessings in Shen's house these two days, so the slightly thinner nails are just like that.

There was no blood, but there was a long scratch, red.

God!

Every day... God damn it! !

He just looked at him like that, hooking the rope with one hand, his half-closed eyes were extremely beautiful, and it was difficult to distinguish between emotions and anger.

(End of this chapter)