How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1390 Little Pudding, My Husband Is Calling You Home 107 When the time comes, you should show up handsomely.

Mu Xinuan said, if it wasn't for her being an unlucky ghost who suddenly disrupted the situation, her brother and Miss Wu Qian would have pierced through the thin layer of almost transparent window paper and lived happily together.

Mu Xinuan asked if she knew that Miss Wu Qian of their family actually divorced so simply because of her brother and returned to China without hesitation.

Mu Xinuan roared, do you know how long a year is a long torment for Wu Qian and her brother...

The resentment between those words is still in my ears, as if her blending has caused such an unacceptable consequence of the common anger of man and god.

Pudding felt a little wronged.

I looked through the text messages I sent to God when I was drunk that night, there were not many, just two, asking him if he wanted candy, and the second one was a selfie photo that I somehow poked, and it was almost pasted on my face. On the screen, only the part below the bridge of the nose was photographed, and the two nostrils are very stealthy...

Looking through the call records again, I only made one call to him.

Could it be that she played the legendary princess temper once on the phone and forced him to go to the three-color club?

I'm afraid that only a goddamn person knows about this matter.

But seeing how he cherishes words like gold, it is estimated that there is nothing to ask.

"Just one year, you let your model sister wait for you for a year. If you can't bear it, you can also meet secretly, as long as you don't get photographed. As for me..."

She lightly tapped the tip of her nose with her index finger, feeling a little resentful: "Mr. President helped me through the admission procedures of Liangcheng University, and there is a separate apartment near the school. If there is no accident, I should usually not go home."

Mu Bufan didn't speak, and his handsome face, which was slightly sick due to excessive blood loss, didn't have any mood swings.

Compared to his younger sister, it was really tolerable.

Even his own sister found it unbearable for this kind of thing to happen, so how could he not feel uncomfortable for this famous melon that she ate a bite of in a hurry.

Pudding didn't expect to hear any good words from him. Anyway, the matter has reached this point, and the presidential palace has even released news, so it is impossible for her to say something willful about you flying away and hurting me...

Isn't it just a year, I feel wronged and wronged to be her husband in name.

She picked up an orange from the fruit basket, waved her little hand, and smiled again: "Then I'm leaving, the wedding is scheduled for the first of next month, take good care of yourself, and you'll show up handsomely when the time comes."

When the words fell, I was afraid that he would be difficult to calm down again for a while, and said angrily that he would rather die than surrender, and if he was in a dilemma, he ran away without a trace.

The faint fragrance that melted in the air gradually dispersed.

After what seemed like a century, the slightly absent-minded man raised his hand, and took out an orange of the same size from the fruit basket she had reached in to pick out the fruit.

I don't know how many times she reached in and stole it. A small circle was formed at the pouch of the packaging bag, and a small half of the fruit basket was empty.

The phone buzzes and vibrates.

Mu Bufan didn't look at the caller ID, just stared at the orange, pushed it away with one hand, and tasted one.

Very sweet.

The buzzing sound resounded non-stop.

He just took it over and opened it to answer.

The man's frivolous and cold voice came: "Are you awake? Still thinking that if you die, will I be able to monopolize the wealth and power you raised in Liangcheng... Tsk tsk... It's a pity, it's a pity... ..."

(End of this chapter)