How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1341 Little Pudding, My Husband Calls You Home 58 Bitingly cold.

The little head shook like a rattle: "Don't, don't...don't call me that, just call me pudding, just pudding..."

The maid continued to respectfully say, "Good miss."

"..."

Pudding scratched his little head and didn't know what to say, so he just laughed dryly: "What about me... go out for a stroll, you are busy, you are busy..."

"Good lady."

"..."

……

Occasionally patrolling guards passed by in the yard, the morning breeze was refreshing, covered with unknown flowers, Pudding was walking, just felt a little tired and wanted to find a place to rest, and saw seven or eight tall people in the distance The sturdy guard stood straight outside a small courtyard.

This is the backyard of the Presidential Palace. It is a little far away from the main building. It is a separate small courtyard with red walls and green tiles, which is very chic.

I don't know who lives in it, and so many people need to protect it alone.

Thinking of this, his curiosity was aroused, and he leaned over: "Can I go in and take a look?"

Several people looked at each other for a while, but couldn't make up their minds, and quickly called the chief of the guard.

The car came to a stop, and the head of the guard saw her small body leaning against the door, tiptoeing and trying to take a look inside the door, and couldn't help shaking his head: "Miss, the one who is locked up here is the Prime Minister of the Cabinet. Now he is a dangerous person, you can't go there, it will be very dangerous."

Prime Minister?

Isn't that Mu Bufan?

Earlier, I heard from the eldest lady of the Xi family that Mu's house was sealed off, and Mr. President even visited Mu Bufan's brother and sister. So it was locked here?
Pudding glanced at them left and right: "You are here, will you protect me?"

The head of the guard was stunned for a moment: "Yes, but..."

Before she could finish her sentence, the little woman pushed open the door with a swift movement.

After walking in a few steps, as soon as I looked up, I was frightened by the sight in front of me.

It was an extremely luxuriant cherry blossom tree, which had already missed the flowering period, and could only see a little crimson sporadically among the luxuriant branches and leaves.

The man with the perfect golden ratio of nine heads and body was leaning against the tree trunk, with one long leg bent at will, his forehead resting on one hand, his eyelashes half-closed and his eyes resting.

If one ignores the mottled traces of dry and fresh blood on the snow-white shirt, this should be a very beautiful picture.

So beautiful...it seems familiar.

--how about this?Is Missy satisfied?

With the wind blowing, the young man's vague and clear voice came to his ears, which was unexpectedly real.

"Miss!"

Seeing her take a step forward, the head of the guard hurriedly called to her: "It's dangerous, don't go there."

Pudding was at a loss: "But, but he was injured."

"That's his own fault, no one else's fault."

"..."

Pudding didn't speak, and walked around him.

The chief of the guard had no choice but to grit his teeth and follow suit, with one hand on his waist, ready to fight back at any time.

Pudding stood still under the tree, raised his head and looked at him seriously for a while, then tentatively called out: "Master?"

I don't know if I slept too deeply, or my body lost too much blood and was too weak. The soft sound just dissipated in the air without getting any response.

"Master?"

"..."

After a few seconds of silence, the white and tender little hand slowly stretched out, and then little by little, it held the man's hand that was stained with dried blood and was hanging by his side.

Still slender and fair, but...

Bitingly cool.

(End of this chapter)