How can the president be fierce

Chapter 142 These are the clothes Mu Sheng left at my place last night. (two more)

Qing Xiaomo smiled wryly: "You see, I really want to bring up that terrible past when I have nothing to do?"

Liang Musheng suddenly fell silent.

He lay sideways beside her, raised his hand and hugged her into his arms, kissed her forehead with his thin lips, and apologized softly: "I'm sorry, it's my fault."

"It has nothing to do with you, it's just... don't bully Chen Guang from now on."

"Okay, stop bullying."

"Don't call him a little boy either."

"Okay, stop barking."

"Let's get a divorce."

"Not good." Two crisp words.

Qing Xiaomo was bored, couldn't hold it back, and burst out laughing: "You react quite quickly..."

I thought I could trick him.

Liang Musheng didn't speak, but ran his big hands down her hair, and said in a low and pleasant voice, "Go to sleep, I'm so tired, I slept here this morning, obviously I slept all afternoon, but it's like I haven't fallen asleep, I always feel pregnant There's something missing."

"Isn't that why you said you wanted to take a rest after you came back and didn't allow me to come up to disturb you?"

"Isn't that what made you angry? Even if Chen Guang treats you well, I, Liang Musheng, are no worse than him, right? As for the one you belittled for nothing?"

"It's not that you drove him away for no reason. For the new year, you let him go to the hotel by himself..."

"You still dare to be stubborn?! Which husband in the world would happily spend New Year's Eve with his wife's male friends?"

The young men and women who were amiable one second, became louder and louder the next second, arguing with extra vigor for more than half an hour.

In the end, I was so angry that I fell asleep with my back to my back.

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After being tossed all night by Liang Musheng, it was already the afternoon of the next day when Qing Xiaomo woke up.

There is soft sunlight pouring in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the place around me is already empty. If I touch it with my hand, I can't feel any body temperature.

He recovered quickly. Last night, he worked hard all night and quarreled with her for more than half an hour, yet he still got up so early.

Went to the bathroom to take a shower before going downstairs. There were two small casserole pots on the dining table, one beef soup and one braised short ribs. Opening the lid, it was still hot. Just smelling it made her appetite open.

Liang Musheng's culinary skills were not very good at the beginning, and the food he cooked could barely be eaten, but he was very perceptive in this area, and the speed at which his cooking skills improved was comparable to his bed skills.

Just after eating and packing up, there were several knocks on the door.

Mu Siyao hid his face, only showing half of his delicate face, and handed over a paper bag in his hand: "I couldn't get in touch with Mu Sheng, so I had to come here in person. I've already cleaned the clothes for him."

Qing Xiaomo reached out to take it, and smiled slightly: "Oh, okay, I'm sorry to trouble you, would you like to come in for a cup of tea?"

Her reaction was very calm, not even the slightest bit surprised or sad. Seeing her like this, Mu Siyao was slightly surprised.

She stood outside the door without moving, and explained again: "Don't get me wrong, nothing happened between us, we just spent a year together."

Do not misunderstand?

If you don't want her to misunderstand, why did you send the clothes to her in person?Liang Musheng's base camp is in the Yinhe Mansion, so why can't she just send it there?

Besides, it's just a set of clothes, and it's not that Liang Musheng is short of clothes, he just needs to return them to him when they meet, and he has to work tirelessly to give them to him.

(End of this chapter)