How can the president be fierce

Chapter 186 What Are You Seeing?Want to have another bite? (one more)
This series of movements only took two seconds before and after, and Qing Xiaomo still kept the posture of leaning over to taste the fish soup without recovering, the man had already retreated contentedly.

The tip of the tongue slid over the thin lips, bringing out the deadly sex appeal: "Well, after tasting it now, it seems that it is not so salty anymore."

The temperature at the bottom of Qing Xiaomo's eyes became colder little by little.

I don't know if it's because her knowledge is too shallow, or his acting skills are too advanced, and she couldn't see the slightest flaw from his face.

Seeing her staring straight at him, the man tilted his head slightly, his thin lips barely pressed against hers, and he breathed hot air: "What are you looking at? Do you want to have another bite?"

She looked at him and heard her own voice full of sarcasm: "Don't you feel sick?"

Nausea.

The pupils of the man who was close at hand shrank heavily, and the floating smile quickly settled down: "What?"

The almost gentle tone, slowly biting out the word "what" was like the calm before the storm, almost tearing her apart.

Qing Xiaomo didn't speak, raised her hand to wipe her lips, got up and was about to leave.

The body that had turned halfway just now was suddenly grabbed by the man, who threw her onto the bed with an extremely rough force, and then covered her body: "You think I'm disgusting?!"

The tiger's mouth of his right hand was facing her jaw with such astonishing strength, as if if she dared to say a wrong word, he would break her neck with his own hands.

Qing Xiaomo suffered from pain, and struggled several times with a pale face, the more he struggled, the tighter his hands became.

She gradually had difficulty breathing, so she stopped struggling and met his sullen cold eyes calmly: "Whether I think you are disgusting or you think me is disgusting, Mr. Liang knows it well, why bother to pour dirty water on me?" Woolen cloth?"

The man smiled coldly: "I don't know what I don't know, please explain it to me!"

She pursed her lips, turned away her eyes and looked elsewhere, but in the next moment, he turned her chin back fiercely, and was forced to meet his gaze.

"I think I have to tell you something in advance. I haven't rested for many days. My temper may be a little irritable. You'd better not challenge my patience!"

It doesn't mean that he is so good-tempered that he doesn't know how to get angry.

He just thinks that she is a girl, and she is young, so he will accommodate her wherever he can, but it seems that his indulgence has pampered her to the point of spoiling her!
The stubbornness in Qing Xiaomo's bones was stimulated: "What about the challenge? If you are capable, just strangle me here! Anyway, you are the president's son, even if there is such a wife-killing scandal, no one will dare report."

Liang Musheng closed his eyes, and tugged at his collar as if he was having difficulty breathing. After a while, he suddenly smiled very softly: "It's a pity to strangle you, I have a more pleasant way to kill you!"

After the words fell, the big hands moved around hard, and the sound of cloth being torn resounded in the huge ward.

"Ah—help... um..."

Qing Xiaomo only had time to scream, and the man's thin lips with anger rolled down hard, turning all her fear into muffled hums.

"What's the fuss?!"

A majestic cold voice sounded out of nowhere, instantly freezing the two people twisted together on the bed.

Huanghuali's crutches were raised high and fell on the two of them: "You are such a big man, do you still have any sense of shame? Doing this kind of thing in the hospital in broad daylight, you are going to make our Liang family Is it over when I lose all my face?!"

(End of this chapter)