How can the president be fierce

Chapter 460 Can You Throw It Elsewhere First?It's all thrown in my face.

Liang Musheng had already changed out of the expensive and formal black suit on his body. A black V-neck thin shirt and black trousers softened the breath around him, showing a bit of casual laziness.

He leaned against the door like that, with his long legs in front of her: "You can come in if you want, but throw away that thing first."

Qing Xiaomo stood still, exhaled heavily, and looked at him provocatively with raised eyebrows: "I don't want to! I will go in and out with it today, either go in together or go outside together."

Liang Musheng knew that she was getting angry because of Mu Siyao tonight, and the original appointment to watch a movie was nothing.

He folded his arms around his chest, and casually adjusted his standing posture: "Let's each take a step back, you put that thing at the door, how about I let you in?"

As he spoke, he raised his chin and pointed to the one-meter-high gift box: "Look at how big this thing is, and our apartment is no bigger than the Yinhe Mansion, so we really can't let it go. It would be great to put it at the door, it's like a Christmas tree."

"Are you coaxing a fool? What if you leave it at the door and someone else steals it later?"

"Isn't there monitoring? Besides, the people who can live in this apartment are all respectable people. Who would ruin their reputation for a crystal ball?"

"..."

Qing Xiaomo didn't speak, obviously a little moved, but she always felt that there was something tricky in it, so she didn't make a sound for a while.

The man struck while the iron was hot: "Okay, go in, I'll take it apart for you."

He said, without giving her any chance to react, he tore open the wrapping paper bag, and there was a big boxy box under the wrapping paper. The man frowned, and his actions were slightly rude. torn apart.

She was dissatisfied, and pointed to the place where the box was opened: "Isn't there an interface there, you can just open it from there, and you still have to tear it apart? Maybe this box can be used to hold clothes or something in the future."

"Oh? Really? I didn't see it, sorry."

Liang Musheng didn't apologize sincerely, but he didn't calm down at all when he accepted it. He wished he could shatter the crystal ball with his palm through the box.

He kept throwing pieces of the box in front of her, and Qing Xiaomo was forced to back up again and again, and couldn't help complaining: "Can you throw it somewhere else first? It's all in my face."

Liang Musheng didn't speak, and looked at the crystal ball that was fully displayed in front of his eyes with cold eyes.

Qing Xiaomo stepped on the fragments of cartons on the floor and walked over, only glanced at it, and fell silent.

Inside the pure and transparent huge crystal ball, a girl with rosy cheeks was lying on a beautiful princess bed, and a man in a suit and leather shoes supported her with one hand, kissing her silently and as if earth-shattering.

This crystal ball is so delicate that you can clearly see the slightly curled fingers of the man propped on the bed.

It was the night of her 18th birthday.

Her temples twitched twice for no reason, and she laughed dryly: "Hehe... Is this the modern version of Snow White and the Prince? It's very, very realistic... Haha..."

The man's gaze seemed to be nailed to a crystal ball, and his handsome face looked gloomy as if a storm was about to fall at any moment: "If I remember correctly, your bed is like this, isn't it?"

Gudong~
Qing Xiaomo's scalp was numb, she swallowed hard, and explained in a stuttering manner: "Girls' beds are basically like this, princess beds, you go to other girls' homes to see, ten of them have Eight of these."

(End of this chapter)