How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1366 Little Pudding, My Husband Calls You Home 83 Is it uncomfortable not to be beaten?

The coffee table is full of sliced ​​fruit platters and biscuit preserves, all prepared by the President's wife before leaving.

Such a sitting posture, such a posture of eating...

Xiaohua's pair of water-cut autumn eyes restrained the emotions in her heart, walked over with the graceful steps of a lady's standard, and stretched out her hand: "Hello, I'm Tian Rongrong."

Pudding glanced at her, then at her hand, hesitated for a moment, and stretched out his hand: "Hello."

Originally, she wanted to introduce herself again, but she took her right hand back the moment she was almost touched.

If Pudding was still doubting whether it was an accident last time, then this time he was very sure.

She doesn't like her.

I obviously don't like it, but I still have to maintain my tutoring, and I routinely do a friendly gesture, but I really repel physical contact with her in my heart, so there are exactly the same situation twice.

Pudding shrugged, and sat back again: "The prince has gone out, and it may take a while to come back, why don't you go upstairs and wait for him in the study?"

The school girl with long hair and shawl, stood there gently and did not move, with just the right smile on her lips: "Sorry, I'm not very familiar with this place yet, can I trouble you to help me guide the way?"

The words are very beautiful and polite, if you ignore the disgust and rejection in her eyes.

Pudding bit the lollipop without raising his eyelids: "You can ask other people to find out."

Obvious perfunctory tone.

The smile on the corners of Xiaohua's lips froze, and she glanced awkwardly at the maids around her who were busy with their own affairs, and none of them planned to come over to talk to her.

After a few seconds of stalemate, she said softly again: "In this case, then you can call Liang Mo and ask him to come and take me up in person."

Gentle... A word that cannot conceal pride.

Although her family background is not as powerful as the presidential palace, girls were taught from birth that they must have their own pride and self-confidence in order to be looked down upon by boys. The more humble they pray, the more likely they will be rejected.

She has done a good job, there are thousands of beautiful girls in the world, but it is this special pride that makes Liang Mo treat her differently and pursue her with all his heart.

There has never been a woman who could not be fascinated by his charm, and if so, she must be the most special.

Pudding glanced at her strangely: "Don't you have a mobile phone yourself? If you want him to come over, call him yourself."

In a word, Xiao Hua completely turned cold.

He just looked at her expressionlessly for a few seconds, and then walked out without saying a word.

Pudding didn't stop her, she looked away and continued watching her TV.

Half an hour later, outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, a white Porsche galloped at a very high speed, and stopped suddenly before approaching the stairs.

There was a piercing sound.

Pudding was full, and was lying on the sofa in a daze. When he heard the movement, he opened his eyes and saw the prince wiped his neck with one hand, and got off the driver's seat cursing.

She sat up and looked all the way until he entered the door. She saw that the prince was wet from head to toe, as if he had just crawled out of a pool.

There are still a few faint scratches on the neck.

Gee.

What kind of masochistic physique is this? Every time I can't get any cheap from Xiberry, and I go to provoke him when I have nothing to do, isn't it uncomfortable if I don't get beaten every now and then?
(End of this chapter)