How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1388 Little Pudding, Husband Calls You Home 105 The eyelashes seem to be stained with blood...

Seeing her hopeless appearance, Liang Mo became angry again: "Do you still have any backbone?! Isn't he, Mu Bufan, just a little taller and handsomer than me? Is there something worthy of your liking? "

This anger...

It seems that the opinions on Mu Bufan are not just one star.

I don't know if it's because of what Xiberry said before.

Pudding wrinkled the tip of his nose: "I've always missed him. I thought it would be great if I could force him to marry me, but now it seems...he should also like me, right? Anyway, what should happen shouldn't happen What happened has already happened, why don't we just make do with each other?"

"you--"

How could the eldest lady of the presidential palace be so shameless, she was put to sleep in a daze, and she frankly said that she wanted to marry him?

Liang's face made her feel ashamed.

Angrily turned around to leave, but everyone reached the door, and suddenly stopped: "If you really miss him, go to the backyard and have a look, lest you turn around and dad can't think about it, and if you really abolish him, you will be a widow for the rest of your life." go."

What can I do?
That's who she's looking for.

Even if you don't like it, you still have to give your sister a three-pointer, right?
……

Pudding really ran to the backyard.

Nearly three times more people are watching than before.

Seeing him coming, the head of the guard turned pale: "Miss, you really can't go in anymore. Mr. President just left not long ago, and he will come back later. He will definitely give you an explanation about this matter."

Pudding waved his hand: "It's okay, I'll just go in and take a look."

"Miss-"

The chief of the guard stopped him a few times, but he didn't stop him, so he could only endure the resistance and followed closely behind.

The autumn wind suddenly picked up and rolled up the fallen leaves.

Through a window, in the dark cabin, the white shirt on the upper body of the man was covered with bloodstains, and his handsome face, which had no blood in it, was even more astonishingly pale at the moment.

Pudding was startled, jumped onto the window sill with both hands, and then jumped down lightly.

Behind him, the head of the guard called out in a low voice: "Miss—"

Worried, he opened the door and followed in, keeping one hand on his waist.

The man with noble and indifferent appearance seemed to be extremely tired, leaning on the head of the bed, with one hand on his knees and the other hanging under the bed, drops of scarlet blood dripped down his fingertips, forming a small puddle beside the bed. of blood.

Pudding was terrified, and his little hand drew a stroke in mid-air, as if he wanted to touch him, but he couldn't find a place to touch him for a long time.

It seems that wherever I touch it, it hurts.

The man's thick eyelashes seemed to be stained with red and black blood. They moved slightly, but then fell down weakly in the next moment: "Pudin..."

The two words are very light, so vague that they are almost murmuring.

This was the first time that he was so weak in front of her, as if a slight touch was an unbearable pain for him.

Pudding's eyes were sour, and he moved closer: "Well, I'm here, you said..."

The man's blood-stained hands came together, and gently hugged her slender waist, and his blood-stained upper body also gently leaned over.

She could even hear his slight movement, causing the sound of dislocation of bones.

Then in the next moment, as if he didn't have any more strength to support himself, the heavy upper body suddenly fell on her.

The hand on the waist also slumped down...

When Liang Musheng came back, he saw Pudding's little face full of panic.

(End of this chapter)