How can the president be fierce

Chapter 427 I don't feel bad, you don't have to save it for me, just buy whatever you want.

Qing Xiaomo hid behind Liang Musheng, grabbed his suit with one hand, pointed at Mr. Liang with a small head and smiled: "I'm angry, I'm angry, hehe..."

"you--"

The door of the study was pushed open suddenly, Liang Zui put one hand in his pocket, walked in unsteadily, his eyes swept over the old man's livid face: "What are you arguing about?"

"This woman—"

The old man shook his finger and pointed at the little head behind Liang Musheng: "Today alone has cost our Liang Group 2000 million! Is she crazy or a demon?!"

Liangzui pouted, with an indifferent expression on his face: "What earth-shattering event am I, isn't it only tens of millions? It's worth your roar here? The guests outside are all disturbed!"

The old man's blood pressure started to soar in anger: "Even you want to protect her?!"

Liang Zui casually handed the plate of cakes in his hand to Qing Xiaomo, and smiled slyly: "It's not the money you earned that she spent, why do you feel bad about it? Besides, isn't money just for women to spend? Liang Mu After the fresh flowers are finished, I’m so drunk that there’s still more here! I can afford her.”

"You - all of you are crazy..."

The old man was so angry that he threw out the crutch in his hand: "Get out of here! Get out!!"

……

Woke up with a splitting headache.

Clutching his painful forehead, he turned over, suddenly lost his center of gravity, and fell directly under the bed with a thud.

I don't know where the knee hit, and there was a loud noise.

The man who was preparing breakfast in the kitchen rushed in quickly and carried the little woman who was still trying to get up back to the bed.

"Where did you hit it? Huh? Let me see..."

While inquiring, he lifted up the skirt of her pajamas, and soon found a swollen lump on the knee of her left leg.

He couldn't help frowning and reprimanding her: "It's not honest to sleep, were you a spinning top in your previous life?"

Qing Xiaomo hasn't woken up yet, she glanced sleepily at her knees: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt."

"Don't move around—"

He yelled again in a low voice, got up and took the anti-swelling and pain-relieving ointment from the medicine box, rubbed it on his fingertips and massaged it on her knees in circles.

Qing Xiaomo's upper body was already lying back on the bed, massaging her temples with one hand, and after a while, she said, "Did your grandpa lose his temper with me last night?"

"still remember?"

"I don't remember clearly, I just remember that he kept blowing his beard and staring at his eyes..."

After a pause, he added: "Is it because I spent too much money? If you feel bad, I will save some money next time."

The man's thin lips curled a little: "I don't feel sorry for you, you don't have to save it for me, you can buy whatever you want, I said, I will give you as much money as you want."

Qing Xiaomo stared at the ceiling with her eyes open, and suddenly smiled: "When I went to the film and television city yesterday, I found a cute little stray cat. I want to bring it back. What do you think?"

As soon as the words fell, it was obvious that the action of the man massaging the ointment paused.

His cleanliness has been particularly serious recently, and he can't stand seeing a little dust in the house, let alone letting a stray cat full of bacteria eat and drink at home.

She propped her upper body on her elbows and looked at him innocently: "What? Don't you like it?"

Liang Mu raised his eyebrows, his handsome face showed no expression: "No, if you like it, you can bring it back, but I'm busy with work, so I may not be able to take care of it for you."

She looked at him jokingly: "Thank you, that's very kind of you."

(End of this chapter)