How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1360 Little Pudding, My Husband Is Calling You Home 77 It really looks like someone's eyes.

The man looked for the sound, only to realize that Qing Xiaomo had appeared in the yard at some point.

From such a long distance, the panic and fear in her eyes still came into view clearly.

I walked over in a few strides, and when I touched her hand, it was very cold.

Qing Xiaomo lowered her head, as if she was desperately enduring, but her tears still fell uncontrollably: "Don't force him, Liang Musheng, I finally found the pudding, I want to see her live well, how about it?" It's all good, as long as she is alive...don't force him, he is no longer the boy who let us swim 14 years ago, so many years of training...he can be ruthless if he is really ruthless..."

She doesn't care about revenge, she can even endure Pudding's suffering in Mu Zhai for so many years, as long as Mu Bufan can live, as long as his blood can extend Pudding's life, she can bear anything.

This is roughly the difference between them and Mu Bufan.

They also have weaknesses, but pudding is their absolute weakness.

As for Mu Xinuan, although Mu Bufan's only weakness, they both stood on the edge of the cliff, together with the strong wind and rainstorm, they could advance unscrupulously, and they could also jump off calmly.

He has long been fearless of life and death, even though Mu Xinuan, the only thing he cares about now, is swimming in the presidential palace, and it is almost difficult to meet him, it still hasn't caused him any difficulties.

Liang Musheng sighed softly, and gently brushed her tear-stained face with his fingertips: "Why are you crying so well? I don't know if your eyes have been crying badly all these years?"

Qing Xiaomo couldn't speak, she lowered her head and just choked up.

There was another dead silence.

Liang Musheng closed his eyes, and pinched the center of his brows as if he had a headache: "You should know that this reason alone is enough for him to push forward and get whatever he wants."

Qing Xiaomo sobbed: "So... so what? What is more... important to us than... pudding?"

In the time it took to say a word, three or four teardrops fell.

Liang Musheng shook his head, raised his hand and gently pressed her into his arms: "Okay, I get it, don't cry."

The wind gradually died down.

The yard fell silent again at some point.

Mu Bufan still maintained the same posture, as if he had fallen asleep, but in the silence, he suddenly opened his eyelashes again.

After a full moon night, the round moon changed into a curved shape again.

It looks like someone's eyes.

Bright, clean, and cool and soft, it won't burn anyone's eyes.

He turned over and raised his hand to close the open window.

The light was cut off, and the room fell into darkness again.

Only the round candied fruit in the palm has already carried his body temperature, and someone's fingertips have rubbed every inch of its texture...

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After leaving Mu Zhai, it's not that Pudding hasn't seen big battles, but in those big battles, she is basically just a little transparent who shuttles through the crowd to eat delicious food. Occasionally, someone says a word or two to her. Change direction soon.

Like now, being stared at by nearly a hundred people with all kinds of strange eyes feels panicky and uncomfortable.

Only then did I realize that this young man who only knows how to sleep, read books, and be in a daze is actually a man of the hour who exists like a luminous body here.

She heard someone looking at her with ambiguous eyes, and said something to Xi Xian with a smile.

(End of this chapter)