How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1314 Little Pudding, My Husband Called You Home 31 How Much Do You Think You Are Worth?
Pudding panicked, hid his little hands behind his back, and grinned awkwardly at him: "Then what, I didn't mean it, I thought it was Uncle Mu, and I was scared for a while..."

Who would have expected that he would suddenly get so close, like that perverted deputy housekeeper Mu Cheng.

I thought it was Uncle Mu.

It's the same squinting, one second it's just difficult to distinguish between emotions and anger, but the next second it's easy to distinguish, it's anger.

Like an iceberg hitting her head with a bang, the sudden chill made her shiver subconsciously, she turned her head and wanted to open the door and run.

But I have never been in such a high-end car, and I don't even know how to open the door.

Behind him, the man's voice sounded as clear as mountains and flowing water, and said without warmth: "Sit down obediently, I will move my hands, but I am not as painless as Xi Nuan."

"..."

Although he had never personally beaten her in these years, since Mu Xinuan was a brother and sister of the same mother, and Mu Xinuan could beat and scold her at every turn, this brother should also be violent.

It just so happened that she hadn't touched his anger in these years, and she needed her blood every month, so she was too embarrassed to do it so easily.

Pudding sat upright almost instantly, with his back straight, his hands flat on his knees, and he was sitting obediently like a primary school student.

The man stopped talking and started the engine.

The road is quiet.

Mu Bufan has always talked less, but Pudding gradually couldn't hold back, tilted his head and smiled flatteringly: "Master, can we discuss it? How much do you think I'm worth? Give me a specific price, and I'll see if I can get it." Can't you redeem yourself?"

The slender fingers resting on the steering wheel unconsciously folded.

With this tone, people who didn't know thought she was bargaining with a nightclub bustard.

Mu Bufan cast a look full of disgust: "How much do you think you are worth?"

Pudding coughed, and was quickly distracted by him, counting on his fingers: "I am 18 this year, and Shen Yushen said that this is the best age for girls, so it is the most expensive time, right? Shen Yushen said that girls from Liangcheng are now Children’s wages are generally around 10 per year, so I’m asking you to buy the rest of my life. If I can live to 90 years old, that’s 72 years, 10 per year, that’s 720 million, rounded Shall I write you a 700 million IOU?"

A series of words came out baldly, and I don't know which sentence touched the man's smile, and the thin lips pulled out a little shady arc without warning.

Shen Yushen said, Shen Yushen said.

Shen Yushen had a lot to say to her.

Mathematics is good, know how to multiply by ten, and know how to round.

Apart from the sneer, Pudding couldn't help but leaned forward again after not getting any other response from the man for a long time, with a little anticipation on his face: "Are you okay? Huh?"

She just leaned over with her little face up, so close that she only needed to bow her head to kiss her.

Pudding watched helplessly as the man's Adam's apple slid up and down.

It was the first time to observe at such a close distance, only to realize that they were different here, and raised his hand to touch his smooth neck, and the next moment, he wanted to touch his by a ghost.

The fingertips barely touched it, and the next moment, the man grabbed it with one hand.

The usually high and clean voice was rarely hoarse: "What are you doing?"

Pudding's little hand was held by him, and he wanted to break free curiously: "You, you are here, it's different from me."

(End of this chapter)