How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1374 Little Pudding, My Husband Called You Home 91 Isn't there a backbone on the phone?

When the phone rang, Pudding was still watching the costume drama she had been chasing after holding the tablet Liang Mo sent her.

In this regard, he was actually quite generous. He sent a whole set of electronic products, and played with her for a while, playing a game. During the period, she wanted to try something, but he took it off with one hand.

After finishing the game with great interest, he lazily got up and left.

Pudding seriously suspected that he was actually just here to show her that he could afford these things.

It was not a day since the phone was delivered, and it was the first time there was movement.

She leaned over and glanced at the caller ID. It was a string of unfamiliar mobile phone numbers.

I poked it with my finger, pulled it a few times based on memory, and it was connected.

She was a little excited, and couldn't believe that someone would want to call her.

He hurriedly put the phone to his ear, and before he could speak, the high and clear subwoofer came into his ears: "Come out."

come out?

where to?
Pudding lowered his head, poked his finger on the small face of the handsome man in ancient costume that was frozen on the tablet screen, and groaned: "I won't go out."

"You want me to go up in person?"

To put it bluntly, is he coming up?In view of what happened last time, he was explicitly forbidden by the president to appear within 20 meters of her.

This little idea made her provoke a little flame like she had eaten the heart of a bear: "Come up if you can, I'm afraid of you?"

After speaking, even I feel owed.

The other end of the phone suddenly fell silent, and the next second, the call was cut off.

Pudding was stunned, and got up from the bed with a grunt. He straightened the loose hair around his ears indiscriminately, picked up a coat next to him, and wrapped himself up.

It won't really come up, will it?
He shouldn't dare, right?

Forget it, let her go down.

Only one slipper was found on the ground, and the other one went to nowhere. She searched around but couldn't find it, so she simply lost the one on her feet and ran out with bare feet.

Slowly going downstairs, when turning to the second staircase, a figure suddenly flickered in front of my eyes.

She let out a low cry and subconsciously stopped, but her body still rushed out inertially.

So he threw himself into that broad and lean waist in a very bold gesture of throwing himself into his arms.

I don't know if it's because she's not psychologically prepared, or because she's gained weight recently, so the weight she flies out of is too heavy. The man clasped her waist with one hand, and held on to the handrail of the stairs with the other, and stepped back two steps after being hit.

Pudding lifted his feet off the ground, rested his small chin on his shoulders, and glanced at the tall stairs below, with lingering fear in his heart.

He actually came up? !
Didn't Mr. President send someone to follow him?How could he be allowed to swagger upstairs?

When I looked up, I just met the man's falling gaze.

Getting too close, his handsome face with sharp edges and corners came into view, overlapping with the appearance hidden in the light and shadow that night.

Pudding took a breath, and subconsciously glanced at his thin and cool lips.

With just one glance, he hurried away again.

"Why don't you shout? Don't you have a lot of backbone on the phone?" When the man opened his mouth, it was Hong Guoguo's sarcasm. He was obviously such a person on weekdays that he didn't show his mountains and dew his water.

Pudding lowered his head, not even daring to blink his eyelashes.

On the surface, he looked downcast and didn't dare to refute, but in his heart he was full of dissatisfaction.

(End of this chapter)