How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1342 Little Pudding, My Husband Called You Home 59 Are You Still Alive?
The temperature seemed to startle her, but her instinctive first reaction was not to let go, but to hold it tighter.

If she remembered correctly, this is the young master's broken arm, right?
Even though he only mistook her for the eldest lady at the time, he still saved her life. Although he didn't know why he suddenly wanted to kill her, he still felt that it was not good for him like this.

As if he should be noble, clean and untouchable.

Perhaps it was the temperature in her palm that melted the frozen nerve endings in the blood, the man's thick eyelashes moved, and he suddenly looked down.

She raised her head and looked at him curiously: "Master, are you still alive?"

When I touched his hand just now, it was so cold, I thought he had gone to the gate of hell for a stroll.

You, still, alive, live! !
Such a heartless and extremely heartless sentence made the man's eyebrows and eyes twitch for no reason.

The thin lips pulled out a little arc: "to each other."

You are also alive.

His handsome face was extremely pale, and he looked more noble and lofty.

each other.

Like the breeze, like the cold moon, I can't tell what kind of emotion it is.

It's just that in the depths of those clear and beautiful black eyes, there seems to be some faint light flashing past.

There was a slight morning light that fell on him through the branches and leaves, and the dried dark black blood seemed a little glaring.

Pudding stepped back: "Come down first, I'll find some water to wipe off the blood on your body."

"Miss!" The chief guard reminded in a low voice of disapproval: "No."

Pudding waved his hand, not caring: "It's okay, it's fine if you stay with me all the time."

Chief of Guard: "..."

……

Through a window, he stared at the people inside without blinking. Still feeling uneasy, he waved and called his subordinates to ask Mr. President for instructions.

This matter can be big or small, and it is best if nothing happens. If something happens, they will all be buried with them.

It was inconvenient for Mu Bufan, so Pudding had to lean over to help him take off his shirt. This was the first time she was so close to a man. She was busy and suddenly felt a little awkward, turning her small face away.

I can't tell, it's still the legendary figure that looks thin when dressed, and has a fleshy figure when undressed.

The neat eight-pack abs of this size...

It's no wonder that the eldest ladies of those wealthy families have stepped on the threshold and want to become sisters with the eldest lady. From time to time, they would go to Mu Zhai to secretly admire this goddamn beauty.

Even Mu Xiaomin and the others were thinking about him awake and asleep.

Mu Bufan suddenly said in this strange and awkward silence: "What are you looking at?"

Pudding was taken aback, and almost immediately withdrew his hand, and corrected with a stern face: "I didn't watch it! Don't spit blood! I'm not... that kind of person."

She really didn't try to peek on purpose, but she was so close that she would catch a glance or two inadvertently.

As he was depressed, he heard a slightly hoarse voice from the man above his head: "That night at the pier, what were you looking at?"

"..."

pier?

Pudding froze for a moment, and then realized what he was saying belatedly.

Immediately complained angrily: "Let me see if you are in the car, your chief security guard is going to kill me."

The man lowered his head, and his upper body approached silently: "Then who do you think ordered my chief of the guard to kill you?"

(End of this chapter)