How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1373 Little Pudding, My Husband Is Calling You Home 90 I have not been in good health recently and I am not suitable for drinking.

12 points in the early hours.

At this time, in the bustling Liangcheng, the nightlife has just begun.

Wu Qian changed the overly sexy and elegant black evening dress and replaced it with a pair of black tight trousers. The long, thin and long legs like supermodel chopsticks are clearly visible. The upper body is a black knitted round-neck T-shirt and a coat of the same color A small canvas jacket top, paired with chunky heel boots, just one there, is full of aura.

The same person, with the same color of clothes, two hours ago can be a charming, elegant and generous lady, and two hours ago can be a noble, cool, heroic big sister.

Hearing that she was returning to China, a group of young masters who had gathered at Shen Yushen's party before couldn't hold back and followed.

Even if she is married and divorced, she is still an unattainable goddess in the hearts of these rich men and boys. Five years have passed, and when she returns to China, her body and beauty have not changed at all from five years ago.

Mu Bufan was in this box full of male hormones, absent-minded.

A cup of tea in hand forms a strong contrast with those bright colors.

Wu Qian waved her hand to signal them to play by themselves first, get away from the crowd, and sit beside him, and the faint fragrance fell down.

He leaned over and poured half a glass of red wine and handed it over: "I heard that you almost never drink alcohol, what's the matter? Do you want to show my sister some face?"

Mu Bufan lightly raised his eyelashes and glanced: "I'm not in good health recently, so it's not suitable for drinking."

"Poor health?"

Wu Qian looked at his complexion carefully, only to realize that something was not normal, as if he had just suffered a serious illness, extremely pale and weak.

He raised his hand and touched his forehead: "Ah Ci, what's wrong? Shall I take you to the hospital?"

Mu Bufan didn't speak, and slightly raised his right index finger, pushing away the soft hand she had placed on his forehead.

Wu Qian was startled, then shook her head and smiled, with a reproachful tone: "Oh, I forgot that you are no longer a child, you are the Prime Minister of the cabinet that so many girls in Liangcheng are waking up to, what's the matter? You know how to avoid suspicion, right?" No? Brat."

The eyes of the young masters next to me turned red, and they laughed teasingly: "Sister Qian, I'm not feeling well either, so you can come over and touch my forehead too."

"Yes, I was sick with a cold two days ago."

"Sister Qian, don't just focus on looking extraordinary, we also need Sister Qian to care about pets..."

"..."

Mu Bufan got up in this lively atmosphere: "I have an important meeting tomorrow, so I'll go back first, Yushen, remember not to drink too much, and send Sister Qian home."

Shen Yushen made an ok gesture: "Come on, do you still need to say this?"

The smile on Wu Qian's face couldn't hold back.

It's only been half an hour since she came here. She knew that he didn't like this kind of entertainment, but it was the first time she returned to China after five years. How important is tomorrow's matter, more important than her?
Thinking of this, he got up and sent him outside the door: "Ah Ci, be careful on the road, and remember to call me when you get home."

Mu Bufan responded politely, turned around and left calmly.

The guards who had been standing outside followed suit.

Looking at those unfamiliar faces, Wu Qian felt a little heavy in her heart.

I heard that there seems to be a rift between him and the president, and he is almost under surveillance now. Is it because he is afraid of hurting her?

(End of this chapter)