How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1363 Little Pudding, Husband Calls You Home 80 Are you having fun?in Ireland.

Thinking of this, he randomly found a piece of clothing to put on, and went downstairs slowly, remembered something on the way, then went upstairs again, and went downstairs again after a while, with a gift box in his hand.

In the living room, the maid who watched the night saw her go downstairs, thought she was hungry, got up quickly, and saw her wave her hand: "It's okay, I'm going out for a walk, you are busy, you are busy."

"..."

……

thump—

thump—

dong dong——

Small stones knocked on the window, one sound, another sound.

The closed window was opened, and the moonlight poured all over the place. The 18-year-old girl's long hair was randomly tied into a ponytail, and her cheeks were still scattered. She had bright eyes and bright teeth. crescent shape.

Are you having fun?

In Cambridge, in Ireland.

He has been to these two places, but in retrospect, he can't pick any place that can be described as beautiful.

Or maybe, in his world, the word "beautiful" has never existed.

If he wanted to, he could easily tear up all the beauty of her after the age of 18, and let her live the life he lived from now on, dark, blood-red...

If he wants to...

"Look what I brought you."

Pudding said excitedly, raised the gift box in his hand, and opened it, all of which were small and small things, probably sold in scenic spot shops, not worth much, but the color is bright and beautiful, and the exotic style is obvious .

His car passed by this kind of shop countless times, but he never stopped there, so he went in and took a look.

Even if it wasn't for him, no one with a little money would go to such a place to buy such cheap things.

But she seemed to have found a treasure.

This love does not lie in whether they are valuable or not, but in the fact that I feel beautiful from the bottom of my heart and want to have them.

"is it beautiful?"

She picked up one of the brass-plated brooches with a strong Celtic style, and without waiting for his answer, she half-climbed up the window, grabbed his shirt and pinned it.

Then he tilted his head to the left to look, and tilted his head to the right to look at it, and he was very satisfied: "It's beautiful, it's beautiful."

As she got closer, Mu Bufan could smell the light shower gel on her body.

Very light and very fragrant.

Adam's apple slides silently.

When he raised his eyes, several guards who had been guarding outside the yard were standing straight a few meters away, staring at him intently, in a posture of defense.

"It's in the way." The beautiful brows slightly gathered together, and said two words silently.

"what?"

Pudding felt that he should have said something, and when he raised his head, he just met his falling gaze.

Almost at the same time, 6 silver lights flashed in the darkness, silently sinking into the backs of the guards' necks.

There was a slight tingle, and when the others fell, the other turned around with the sudden numbness, only to find that there was a shadow in the shadow of the luxuriant cherry blossom tree at some point.

It was blurry, almost completely integrated with the night, but it was clearly the outline of a human figure...

The man's slender arms stretched out of the window, and hugged the limp ball into the window from its half-hanging position on the window.

It was an absolutely powerful force, and Pudding suddenly felt that he was as light as a cat to him.

She gasped, holding the gift box tightly in her hand, looking in surprise at the handsome face that suddenly enlarged in front of her eyes.

(End of this chapter)