How can the president be fierce

Chapter 39 Thinking of other men in front of me, do you think I have a good temper?

As soon as she stood up covering her mouth, she heard the slow voice of the man in the main seat: "Sit down."

Qing Xiaomo was stunned for a while, even Zhou Bo was obviously startled: "Master?"

The man elegantly cut the delicate fried foie gras on the plate, and his long eyelashes reflected a small fan on the eyelids: "Since she is married to me, she is a legitimate Mrs. Liang. What should I do and what should not be done, I'll teach it myself, so I don't need to bother you."

Uncle Zhou recovered quickly: "Yes, young master."

"The legitimate Mrs. Liang?"

Xihe rested her forehead with one hand, and casually poked her small head with the other hand: "Just her? Even Zhou Bo's heart aches when he says a few words about her. In this Yinhe mansion, will I not even be able to say anything about her?"

Qing Xiaomo frowned, trying to avoid his fingers that kept poking.

The table knife that was still between Liang Musheng's fingers one second, flew out the next second, slipped past Xiga's restless fingers, and brought out a few strings of thin blood beads.

The knife only scratched a little flesh on the back of his hand, but it still made the man gasp.

Everyone knew that this Young Master Xi had always cherished his skin, for fear that a small injury would leave ugly scars on his flawless body.

"Liang Musheng, you—"

"I repeat, she is Mrs. Liang, at least when she is Mrs. Liang, show all the respect you should have, understand?"

Several maids with panicked expressions nodded in unison with Zhou Bo: "Yes."

Xihe was injured, and he was afraid that scars would be left if the treatment was delayed, so he didn't care to stay longer, and gave him an annoyed look: "Just toss about it, sometimes you have a headache!"

Qing Xiaomo sat down silently, lowered her head and continued to eat absent-mindedly.

When she proposed to get married, he agreed very casually, and she thought that this marriage certificate was nothing to him.

……

Coming out of the bathroom with half-dried short hair, he saw the woman by the bay window staring at the phone in a daze.

The lonely look that was obviously thinking about a certain man fell into Liang Musheng's eyes, causing a burst of unhappiness for no reason, and threw the half-wet towel away.

Qing Xiaomo came back to her senses, pulled off the towel from her head and turned her head to look over his head. When her eyes touched his sexy muscle lines, she retracted them as if she had been scalded.

Such an appearance is a great temptation to women, and the impact caused by such well-proportioned and strong lines of muscles can be imagined. This man is simply a catastrophic existence.

"Thinking about other men in my bedroom, do you think I have a good temper?"

The man's skin was astonishingly white after just taking a bath, which made his black eyes dark and impenetrable, bringing out a gloomy chill.

It's like a cold pond that hasn't changed for thousands of years.

Qing Xiaomo was startled, and subconsciously raised her hand to touch her face, was she so obvious?

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught the man's increasingly cold gaze. She coughed dryly and hurriedly explained: "No, Teacher Tang just informed me that I will attend a script seminar tomorrow."

Tang Yun is a screenwriter contracted by a subsidiary of Xiao Entertainment Group. Qing Xiaomo has known her for five years, and occasionally participates in the creation of some scripts to learn from her experience.

It's just that I don't know if Xiao Qianrou will show up. If we meet at the meeting, it will be very embarrassing, right?
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