How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1343 Little Pudding, My Husband Is Calling You Home 60 Tigers were a problem back then.

Pudding opened his mouth, "Of course it's you" reached the tip of his tongue, and was swallowed back.

But the low and deep voice was getting closer: "Why do you think I will save you?"

"..."

"Huh? Why are you calling me by my name?"

"..."

As he got closer and closer, Pudding's head was thrown back more and more, and he almost lost his balance and fell off the bed.

Eldest young master talks a lot today, and he usually dislikes her for talking a lot.

But at that time, she couldn't think of so many things. She just instinctively wanted to find his figure, so she took a look in the car.

As for calling him by his name...

Uh, did she call him by his name?Why is there no impression at all?
But in the end, he also fished her out.

...Should it be him?

After all, when she woke up later, her body was wet, and it was obvious that she had indeed fallen into the water. Since the head of the guard still wanted to kill her, it must be him who saved her.

Paused, as if suddenly remembered something: "By the way, where's your head of security? Why didn't you see anyone else?"

And Miss, didn't you say they got swam up together?
It was the man who answered her calmly: "Dead."

"..." Pudding just looked at him with wide eyes, trying to find a trace of joking on his face.

Her shock fell into the man's eyes, and he sneered for no reason: "Why are you so surprised? If he doesn't commit suicide, if he falls into your father's hands, he will die even worse. Like me, do you understand?"

into your father's hands...

your dad...

Pudding's whole little head was in a mess, and he just stared at him blankly.

Until a warm and powerful hand suddenly brought her up from the bed: "Pudin, you go out first."

Mr President.

dad?

Pudding raised his head and looked at the man's handsome jawline. Shen Yushen's words about her somewhat resembling the president's wife flashed before his eyes, flashed past the photos hanging on the wall, flashed...

pudding.

cool step by step.

Could it be...she is really the legendary daughter of the lost and dead Mr. President?
In a daze, he was passively taken out by the chief guard.

The door of the wooden house was closed, the bright morning sun was shut out, and the room suddenly became much darker.

The shirt that was half hung between the arms and half taken off was covered with sporadic bloodstains, but it was not as shocking as the little blood spots falling around the arms.

How often do you have to draw blood before one pinhole fades before another one appears, some clear and some faded.

As if aware of his gaze, the man put back the half-taken shirt without haste, with an ordinary expression as if he had never broken his hand bone: "Are you regretful? Back then, you were a tiger?"

Regret?
Liang Musheng didn't make any dangerous moves, instead he lit a cigarette slowly and smoked slowly by the window.

After 14 years, nothing seems to have changed here except that the tree in the yard has grown thicker and its branches and leaves have become more luxuriant.

14 years time.

A full 14 years.

In these long years, even if he accidentally wanted to kill Pudding for a second, this scene would not happen today.

Even, even on the last night, if he was ruthless, maybe he is still the prime minister of the cabinet in Liangcheng.

(End of this chapter)