How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1372 Little Pudding, My Husband Is Calling You Home 89 Could it be that Mu Bufan... is a woman? !
The housekeeper shook his head, and explained to her very considerately: "It really came out of Madam's belly, held in the palm of Mr. President's hand, the only sister of our young master, and the only little princess in the presidential palace. Step, is this explanation clear enough?"

"..."

……

When Pudding came out of the shower, he saw the bored prince lying on his desk with a pen and drawing a turtle on the book.

Handsome is very handsome, almost carved out of the same mold as Mr. President.

As long as he doesn't speak, at first glance, he can still give people the illusion that he is not only handsome, but also very smart.

That baby who wasn't with him downstairs, what was she doing here?
She went up in two steps in three steps, and snatched the pen down: "Don't touch my things."

When I uttered a sentence, I didn't even find out what the word "I" in this sentence meant.

Liang Mo felt like he was about to fall asleep, do girls take so much trouble taking a bath?Is it more than half an hour?
He leaned back lazily with his palms on his pillow, his long legs crossed on the table, he was full of airs of a dandy, but he had a handsome face that turned all sentient beings upside down, making people hate him even if he wanted to.

"Let's talk, who provoked you? Although your brother and I have a low status at home, we still have a high status outside. It is not a problem to deal with three or five people. Please report your name and my brother will stand up for you. .”

Although this tone was arrogant, conceited and shameless, but seeing that he was here to stand up for her, Pudding still endured it.

After being silent for a while, he asked him tentatively, "Who fights better, you or Mu Bufan?"

Mu Bufan?
Liang Mo tilted his head and thought for a while: "Well, I'm not too sure about it. After all, we haven't fought before, but I heard that the guy has good skills. The fighting coaches changed round after round. Anyone who can't beat him will soon die." He will be replaced, but he has four or five days every month, when he is relatively weak, if you want to fight against him, regardless of your strength, if you want to win, it is best to pick that time."

There are so many days in every month...

Pudding was confused.

Isn't this a physiological sign of a woman?
Could it be that Mu Bufan... is a woman? !
She was frightened by her own thoughts, and hurriedly shook her little head. Based on the principle of being realistic, she asked conscientiously, "Why are there always a few days that are weak every month? Is he suffering from some serious illness?"

After a pause, he suddenly remembered something: "Ah, by the way, he seems to take away some of my blood every month. Is my blood very special, like the one in martial arts dramas, which is highly poisonous? , but the kind that can cure diseases and save lives?"

Liang Mo: "..."

After being silent for a long time, he tapped her forehead helplessly: "You don't need to worry about this kind of thing, it's getting late, go to bed early."

When the words fall, get up.

Pudding eagerly followed behind him: "Didn't you just say that you would help me get ahead?"

Why did you leave only halfway through the negotiation?

Liang Mo stretched sleepily: "It seems that the person who provoked you is Mu Bufan. Whether or not that guy can beat him is the second. The key is that he is too insidious. If I can't beat him, I will lose face. I beat him." How can it be worthwhile for him to hold vengeance and design me in the future?"

"..."

Pudding watched him leave with a confused face.

what man.

　Pudding's brain hole is about... um, there is a space that is so big...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)