How can the president be fierce

Chapter 287 This family was born to be cursed by fate.

Drive yourself crazy?

Qing Xiaomo took a breath, and there was some eerie chill winding up her spine, spreading to her limbs and bones in the blink of an eye.

She moved her stiff fingers, and grabbed his sleeve tightly: "But... I, I'm not from the Mu family..."

The man lowered his head, and his dark eyes locked on her pale face: "Because you are not a woman from the Mu family, there is only a 5% chance that the child you give birth will survive the age of [-]! For example, I... "

One percent! ! ! ! !

Qing Xiaomo took a breath! !

What is the difference between such a probability and none? !

The man cupped her small face with his big hands: "There are two severe depression patients in this villa, and one of them tries to commit suicide once a week. Do you want to go in and take a look?"

Qing Xiaomo looked at him absent-mindedly, and instinctively shook her head again and again.

As if she was in a world of ice and snow, her hands and feet were cold, as if even the beating of her heart had become slow and weak. In a trance, she had the illusion that she had been imprisoned here.

She was very frightened, she grabbed his sleeve tightly with her small hands and wanted him to take her out, but her throat seemed to be strangled by an invisible big hand, making her unable to speak a word.

Seeing that she was really frightened, Liang Musheng closed his eyes, sighed lowly, bent down and picked her up horizontally, and strode out.

She remained silent all the way, with her head lowered like a child who did something wrong, bewildered and dazed.

Liang Musheng parked the car in the garage, got out of the car and planned to hug her again, but she refused.

She seemed to have regained her senses. Although her face was still pale, her eyes were already in focus. She unbuckled her seat belt and got out of the car: "I can walk by myself."

After walking for an unknown amount of time, something warm and rough suddenly hit his forehead.

She subconsciously took two steps back, and when she looked up, she saw Liang Musheng slowly withdrawing her hand from the side of the stone pillar.

The man shook his head helplessly: "This is your 'can walk'?"

She closed her eyes, raised her hand and rubbed between her brows: "I'm sleepy, I want to sleep."

Liang Musheng leaned over and picked her up: "Okay, you go to sleep, I will carry you back."

The familiar clear and cold fragrance from his body penetrated into her nostrils, she couldn't help but took a deep breath, arched in his arms, found a more comfortable position, and fell asleep.

……

She slept very deeply. Theoretically speaking, she should not be able to fall asleep if she was in such a bad mood.

But now he put her on the bed, she didn't even move her eyelashes, she just kept the posture where he put her down, and fell asleep deeply.

Liang Musheng breathed very lightly unknowingly, and rubbed the center of her eyebrows with rough fingertips, smoothing away the slight traces.

If possible, he hoped that she would never know about it in her whole life.

But this family was born to be cursed by fate. Now that she has become a member of this family, she cannot escape the fate of being manipulated by it.

He leaned over and kissed her cheek, helped her adjust her sleeping position, covered her with the quilt, got up and went out.

……

Ten minutes later, the man on the motorcycle was brought in by two big men in suits.

Liang Musheng took off his suit jacket, and the neckline of his meticulously ironed white shirt was wide open, showing a bit of decadence and unruliness, and also inexplicably added a bit of danger.

It was a thin middle-aged man with old clothes and rough skin. The backs of his hands looked like dry bark. It could be seen that the family environment was not good.

(End of this chapter)