How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1359 Little Pudding, My Husband Is Calling You Home 76 It's so rare that I can back down to this point.

A window away, Pudding had to work hard to get on her toes before she could see the scene inside, but now it was replaced by a man who was [-] centimeters taller than her, and with just one stop, she could easily take a panoramic view of the scene inside.

Including the extremely precious bowl of qi and blood porridge placed on the table, how it was delivered and how it was kept, there is no sign of being passive at all.

Behind him, several tall and straight guards stood guard, and their vigilant eyes fell straight on the man in the house who closed his eyes and rested his mind.

Liang Musheng was dressed in an elegant hand-made custom-made suit, with a long body leaning in front of the window, and slowly lit a cigarette: "Before 8:8 tomorrow, you can freely choose your wife. If there is no change after [-]:[-], you can use This manuscript makes the final draft and releases the news."

The head of the Mu family, one person under one person in Liangcheng, more than ten thousand people, the incomparably noble prime minister, a figure comparable to a top supermodel with nine heads and a golden ratio, and an appearance like a landscape carefully crafted by God.

Mu Bufan's admirers, from home and abroad, from ordinary girls to the eldest daughters of wealthy families, can be counted all over the place. If there is no nine figures, there must be eight figures.

How many women dare not dream of being the wife of his cabinet prime minister in their dreams.

Whenever he thought about it, the possibility of being rejected by the other party was almost zero, so Liang Musheng still gave him a lot of room for choice.

There are so many people, beautiful, savage, delicate, cute, gentle... there are always one or two that are still pleasing to his eyes, right?
Before 8:[-] tomorrow.

This was the ultimatum he gave him. If he didn't choose a reasonably satisfactory woman as his open marriage partner, then he would help him choose.

The moonlight is like silver, spilling over the room.

Mu Bufan's long eyelashes cast a perfectly curved fan-shaped shadow on the eyelids, and his bloodless thin lips moved, revealing a steep arc: "I have known Mr. President for so long, and this is the first time I see you looking scared, The feeling of wanting to get rid of me but not being able to get rid of me must be very difficult, right?"

He stole the pudding for 14 years and made her suffer all kinds of bullying in Mu's house. If he could, he would have been unable to resist crushing him long ago, right?
However, Pudding still needs his blood to continue his life.

He had to suppress the anger in his heart, he had to resume his position as the prime minister of the cabinet, and he had to take care of his mood and take care of his daily life.

It is rare that the president of a country can back down to this point.

Liang Musheng flicked the cigarette ash with his fingers, smiled slightly, but his eyes were cold and cold: "It's not sad, compared to you marrying a woman you don't like, and living the rest of your life numb and cold, I don't care about that." What a pity, don't you think?"

"But..."

In the cold room, a young man sighed almost indistinctly: "If I live a very unhappy life, maybe one day I will take my sister away and fly away. I hope that Mr. President can still remember how he forced me to marry me at that time." Wife and child, how did you indirectly push your daughter on the road to death."

"..."

The cold wind blew, and the leaves fell to the ground, but there was no other sound.

The curvature of Liang Musheng's lips gradually faded away.

"Liu Musheng—"

There was an abrupt sound, a low, aggrieved sound.

(End of this chapter)