How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1386 Little Pudding, My Husband Calls You Home 103 A fire burned down the tricolor club.

In just a few seconds, his body was already drenched with sticky sweat.

Mu Bufan took off his coat with one hand and threw it aside. He was about to hug her up, but the drunken little woman slipped out of his arms in a second as if she had lost her bones.

"Hey - don't rush away...you wait for me... well, wait for me to find it for you..."

While talking, crawling and crawling on the ground, I almost retracted myself under the coffee table to find something for him to eat.

Mu Bufan's fingers hanging by his side loosened and tightened, tightened and loosened again, pale marks gradually appeared on the bones and joints.

"Liang Bubu, can you go?"

"Let's go, let's go, don't be in a hurry... um... just wait for me..."

The little hands were digging and digging under the coffee table, and they didn't know what they were digging.

When Mu Bufan was so impatient, he leaned down and almost violently lifted her from the ground with one hand.

Pudding didn't know what she was holding in her hand, her body suddenly flew into the air, she was frightened, she thumped, her body lost her center of gravity, and even the man who was carrying her fell down...

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When the panicked screams of the waiters resounded throughout the third floor, the young masters of the aristocratic families who were having a good time in the box popped their heads one after another in line with the principle that if there is excitement, you must see it.

This is the three-color club, drunk accidents are common.

But if the person who had the accident was the high-ranking, rigorous and cold-hearted Prime Minister of the Cabinet, the visual stimulation would not be the slightest bit.

The guards outside the door blocked them repeatedly, but they still couldn't keep the spectators away from the box door a little bit.

In less than half an hour, the news spread throughout the upper-class circles.

Mr. Mu Bufan, the Prime Minister of the Cabinet, late at night and the little princess of the Presidential Palace, Liang Bubu's three-color club's bold and reckless actions directly hit the fragile hearts of many famous daughters!

Liang Musheng's only two outbursts of rage in the past ten years were given to Mu Bufan.

Once, on the side of the dark and boundless road, when catching Pudding who was chased all the way and crashed into his arms.

Once, when it was learned that he openly occupied the eldest lady of his presidential palace in a sensual place like the Sanse club.

At 11:23 in the middle of the night, a fire burned down this luxurious clubhouse that has been prosperous and famous for more than 30 years in the bustling center of Liangcheng.

That night, the sky was full of flames, and the fire brigade stopped around, but no one came to rescue them. They watched helplessly as the palace clubhouse, which was as expensive as every inch of land, withered and collapsed in the raging fire...

Most of the sky in Liangcheng was covered with bright red light and shadow.

That night, Liang Musheng took off his neat suit jacket, and did it himself in the isolated backyard of the Presidential Palace.

But across the wall, there was no other sound except the dull sound of the stick hitting the flesh and blood.

On the contrary, outside the presidential palace, Mu Xinuan cried with remorse and despair, and kept begging the people standing in front of her to let her in, but she never got what she wanted.

That night, even Xiberry, the eldest lady of the Yinhai Group, who was always regarded as the apple of the eye, got into some serious trouble and was severely beaten by her parents.

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When Pudding woke up from the chaos shaking his little head, which was so painful that it was about to explode, it was already high in the sun.

The night that made so many people panic has passed.

The fire in the three-color clubhouse was naturally extinguished, leaving only a ruined wall and scorched earth everywhere.

(End of this chapter)