How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1385 Little Pudding, My Husband Calls You Home 102 The color of her lips is almost bright red.

When Mu Bufan finished his half bowl of porridge, his cell phone rang again.

This time it was not a text message, but a phone call.

Wu Qian raised her head, and before she could see the string of phone numbers, she had already picked up the phone and got up: "You guys eat first, don't wait for me."

"Hey--"

Mu Xinuan seemed to be in a hurry, and she didn't care about dinner, she got up and chased to the door, and saw him standing in front of the French window in the living room, with his back to her, not knowing what to say.

The call time was very short. After a while, the man put away the phone, and when he turned around, he saw her standing angrily at the door of the restaurant.

"I have something to go out for, and I'll be back in a while."

When this sentence was said, the person had already walked to the door.

Mu Xinuan was startled, and hurriedly chased after him: "Don't leave! Sister Qian finally came here today, brother, do you have something important to go out?"

Mu Bufan looked at her indifferently: "Xi Nuan, don't make trouble."

The four words are obviously almost gentle, but they can be pronounced in that deep and cold voice, which always gives people an invisible sense of oppression.

Mu Xinuan took a breath, then slowly withdrew her hand, aggrieved: "Then you have to come back sooner, really, hurry up!"

The man didn't speak any more, he gently touched her small face with his warm fingers, remained silent for a moment, and then left directly.

Mu Xinuan wanted to say something more, but she had already taken a step forward, and then stopped uncomfortably.

"Xi Nuan—"

Behind him, Wu Qian's tense voice also came: "Is there anything important, Ah Ci?"

Mu Xinuan pulled the corners of her lips, forced a little smile, and comforted her: "Brother will be back soon, let's wait for him..."

……

Tricolor club.

When the guards outside the door saw him coming, they were obviously disturbed, with expressions of 'Why are you here to trouble us again'.

He looked a little strange tonight, his complexion was not as sickly white as usual, even his lips were almost bright red, and the evil and beautiful aura became stronger invisibly.

I don't know if it's the decoction that nourishes Qi and blood that Mr. President sent three times a day.

Thinking of how he was locked in a small dark room three times in a row, and released three times in a row safe and sound, and how no one could treat him like that, he suddenly felt resentful.

Forget it, let's not confront him head-on.

Besides, not only the eldest lady, but also the one from the Yinhai Group, she is the master who can't even beat the prince. With her around, he should not dare to do anything out of the ordinary.

Opening the door of the box, the shiny black leather shoes stepped on a few popcorns that ran to the door, making a creaking sound.

Mu Bufan lowered his head and looked at the scattered snacks, fruits and drinks all the way under his feet, and saw two little women in the blurred light, who seemed to be still drinking, as if they were about to fall asleep.

Unseemly!

This disheveled appearance is due to the fact that there are people guarding outside. If the men in the other boxes find out, will he be able to get out alive tomorrow?

The man's brows tightened, he raised his hand and pulled off the tight and stuffy tie, walked over in a few strides, and picked up the half-fallen pudding under the sofa.

Soft as a cat.

"Well--"

Xi Berry, whose hair was accidentally stepped on, snorted, and seemed to get up in a daze, but failed to crawl a few times, and simply fell asleep on the floor again.

"Yeah—you're here—"

Pudding was half awake, with his small hands wrapped around his shoulders, his eyes smiling like crescent moons: "Come, come, I'll find you... something delicious..."

Adam's apple rolls silently.

It was terribly stuffy in the airtight box.

　Shh...don't talk...don't talk...“_“

　　
　
(End of this chapter)