How can the president be fierce

Chapter 473 A long, long time later, Liang Musheng was already the president and had a son...

The days in midsummer are always very long, and to the east of the teaching building is an antique garden, surrounded by a huge artificial lake, with green willows blowing against the face and cicadas singing.

Qing Xiaomo lay on her back in the shady pavilion, holding a lollipop in her mouth, enjoying the rare quiet time.

The wind was very gentle. She remembered the time when she lived with her mother in the United States when she was a child. Her mother was very busy with work every day. Her favorite thing was to wait for her under the wind blowing under the rose flowers in the yard.

Sometimes I bring her fried chicken legs, sometimes I bring back a small piece of cake, sometimes it’s her favorite popsicle...

At that time, I was really carefree, but why did people have to grow up?
The lollipop between her lips was suddenly taken away by a hand. She was startled, and when she opened her eyes, she saw a handsome man in a suit and leather shoes standing beside the stone pillar of the pavilion, slowly tasting her lollipop: "In What are you thinking?"

A bunch of golden sunset just fell on her eyes, she raised her hand to cover it, and accidentally squinted at him happily: "Don't you like sweets?"

Usually letting him taste a cake is like forcing him to eat Hedinghong.

Liang Musheng couldn't tell why he suddenly wanted to taste her lollipop, maybe it was because when he came here, he saw her lying here enjoying the afternoon leisurely by herself, and suddenly felt a little jealous.

The blue sky, the pure lake water, the quiet and shady pavilion, the warm and gentle wind, and her at ease...

It seems that no extra intervention is needed.

Qing Xiaomo didn't speak any more, she was fine lying on the wooden chair under her body for a while, but after lying down for a long time, she became a little flustered, she sat up, lay on the railing and lazily threw pebbles into the lake.

Liang Musheng leaned against the stone pillar, watching her quietly throwing stones into the lake.

A lollipop unknowingly melts between the lips and teeth, and the sticky sweetness stays on the taste buds for a long time.

It was rare for them to be together like this, but when they were quiet and quiet without saying anything or doing anything, Liang Musheng's focused gaze stayed on her fair and clean side face, not knowing what he was looking at.

Until a 'click' sound came from a distance.

Qing Xiaomo and Liang Musheng turned their heads and looked over at almost the same time, and saw the two girls put away their phones, blushing and sniggering and ran away arm in arm.

She looked at their running figures in confusion.

Were you filming them just now? ...what is there to shoot?

After thinking about it, he nodded suddenly, oh, he should be fascinated by Liang Musheng's appearance, so he patted him.

She patted the clothes on her body and got up: "Let's go, eat something and watch a movie."

The man's thin lips hooked slightly, and he raised his hand to touch her little head: "Okay."

After a long, long time, they were no longer together at that time. Liang Musheng was already the president, had a son and a fiancée, she was working as a maid in the presidential palace, and when she helped him tidy up his study, she accidentally rubbed off his bookshelf on a book.

The heavy book hit the ground heavily, and a time-framed photo fell out.

The golden sunset crept into the small mushroom-shaped pavilion quietly. The woman in a plain and elegant long dress was lazily leaning on the railing and playing with the pebbles in her hand. Beside her was a man as tall as black jade with a stick in his mouth. Tang, leaning on the stone pillar, fixed her gaze on her face.

From such a long distance, a simple profile can reveal the tenderness in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)