How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1393 Little Pudding, My Husband Calls You Home 110 It's been more than ten days, but it hasn't improved much.

Anyone's family is good, she is not a person who dislikes the background of her future daughter-in-law, but the one in the presidential palace...

This incident is such a big deal, coupled with the announced marriage news...

Overwhelmed with water.

Poor baby, who was bullied by her elder sister since she was a child, and it is rare for her love to blossom at this moment, and she was cut off by Mu Bufan before even the flowers bloomed.

Xishang came out of the study, saw her sneaking outside the door, and frowned: "What are you looking at?"

Xia Huan quietly closed the door, and sighed heavily: "My son is broken in love. He may follow my personality in this respect, and he is dedicated! If he is sure that one person is that one person, what should we do in the future?"

Xishang lowered his head and looked at her with a smile: "Devotion? Are you sure that's describing you? Shall I count the male stars who have had affairs with you, as well as Li Xiukai, Luo Zu... Chu Ci and others?"

The word "Chu Ci" was bitten out by him in an extremely slow and gloomy tone, and the surrounding air suddenly sank in that short second.

Xia Huan suddenly raised his wrist and looked at the time, looking very anxious: "Oh, I suddenly forgot to do something very important! I'll go out first, you are busy...you are busy..."

Before he could run out, he was suddenly hooked by the man's single finger on the collar of his back, and he was hooked back.

"Since we've reached this point, why don't we find a place to review the events of the past?"

Xia Huan: "..."

woo woo woo...

Does this count as digging a hole and jumping by yourself?
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Pudding spent 5 hours in the kitchen and finally made a very delicious bowl of chicken soup.

I couldn't help but drank half a bowl.

First of all, because I want to drink chicken soup, I cook the soup myself.

Secondly...

She tilted her head and looked at the chicken soup in the pot, so much, she couldn't drink it alone, could she?
I am about to get married again, although it is only in name, no matter what, I have to show a little image of a good wife and mother, right?
Anyway, that 'Famous Melon' has nothing to do in the emergency room, so it's idle, so let's drink some soup.

Thinking of this, the small spoon scooped and scooped up a few pieces of meat, put a chicken leg in it, filled a lot of soup, tightened the thermos, and carried it away.

Mr. President should be really angry this time, and he has been ruthless. It has been more than ten days, but Mu Bufan's health has not improved much, his face is still pale, and he is very sick.

There are not many hours of waking up in a day, almost a few hours of lethargy.

He was still asleep when she passed by.

The handsome face with short black hair has very elegant lines, and his facial features are more delicate and fairer than those little fresh meats in the entertainment industry who have tens of millions of fans, but it doesn't affect his aura of sex and desire in the slightest.

Pudding lay on the side of the bed with one hand on his chin, admiring his face presumptuously.

Why didn't you think he was good-looking before?

Probably because he seldom came back at that time, and we met once a month, and there was only less than 10 minutes of time, of which 3 minutes were when she was busy eating, and 3 minutes were when he was blindfolded to prepare for her. The blood was drawn, and in the remaining few minutes, I had to prepare to go back through the window the same way, and I didn't even care about admiring it.

Looking at it, the phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

Pudding stared straight at the handsome face of the little brother 'Ming Gua', took out his mobile phone with the other hand and swiped the answer button: "Hello, I'm Bu..."

"Where's brother?" The familiar tone of the domineering young lady.

(End of this chapter)