How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1332 Little Pudding, My Husband Calls You Home 49 I stole and hid people.

For 14 years, he used this to repay him!

Qing Xiaomo was furious, and she clenched her fists and beat him on the chest: "How many times have I told you not to provoke him, don't provoke him, but you didn't listen! It's all your fault! It's all your fault!!"

Liang Musheng didn't dodge either, he just stood there and let her hit him.

Since it's an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf, it makes no difference whether to keep it or not.

Mrs. Mu is Mrs. Mu after all, and it has been like a day for decades... She will never change her nature!
It seems that the death of his uncle Mu Daiyang didn't teach him enough lessons, so now, it's up to him to experience it himself.

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When the storm swept across, the entire Mu family was surrounded by a great haze.

There are nearly a hundred people in the huge Mu's house, all vaguely aware of the upcoming big event, but they don't dare to make random claims, so they can only continue to work on their own in a state of anxiety.

Until he was surrounded by hundreds of special police, looking from the inside out, the dark figure was clearly written with the meaning of massacre.

In this shadow, Mu Bufan took off his overly solemn suit and a white casual suit, his brows were calm and leisurely, and he calmly stepped forward to face the army with a strong sense of gunpowder smoke.

"You want me, sir?" he said.

Under the night, Jun's face is still white and clean, his eyes are clear, but there is no soul.

Such an ordinary and composed tone resembled what he said many days and nights when he was called to the presidential palace.

It seems to be respectful and polite, but it seems that he just restrained all the sharpness of his body and buried it deep under this gentle and handsome appearance.

He has never been a person who is willing to let his fate be arranged by others. If he hadn't been worried about Mu Xinuan, he might have already made a move.

Whether it's for the Liang family or the Mu family...

In his eyes, any one of them is an existence worthy of death, and any one of them is an existence that he wants to destroy with his own hands.

"elder brother--"

The dense guards automatically parted ways, Mu Xiaomin's arms were clasped behind her, and she kept trying to struggle: "Brother, save me——"

There is a 70.00% chance that she will be caught before boarding the plane.

It's to be expected.

With one hand in his pocket, Mu Bufan didn't look anxious and embarrassed, but a gloomy, cold and evil fog gradually filled his eyes.

"I stole people, I hid them, I tortured them, and I planned to kill them."

He took a step forward, tall and tall, dressed in white but not as clean and white as the side face, when standing face to face with Liang Musheng, there was almost no height difference.

The eyes just looked at the past calmly: "Everything you want to know about her, just come and ask me."

As expected of a person with the blood of the Mu family, who grew up in his Liang family, it is unequivocal when he becomes ambitious.

The autumn wind blew away Liang Musheng's short sneer.

In the next moment, the long whip that had been pinned to Mu Xinuan's waist all year round was pulled out.

Mu Xinuan suddenly opened her eyes wide: "Uncle Liang!!"

A word only had time to escape from the lips, and the next moment, the soft whip tail seemed to be injected with a huge force in the palm of the man, and it was thrown between the legs of the man opposite with incredible speed and strength.

The loud sound of the leather lashing the muscles resounded in the empty courtyard.

(End of this chapter)