How can the president be fierce

Chapter 474 Love has always had a shelf life.

She didn't know when Liang Musheng asked for the photo from the girl, and she didn't know whether he hid the photo in the top shelf because she didn't want to see it again, or because she was worried that his fiancee would see it.

Love is something that has always had a shelf life. When you love it, it is vigorous, but once it expires, it will still fade to the point where you feel wronged when you think about it.

She silently put the photo back into the book, and put it back in its original position, as if nothing had changed.

……

Halfway through the movie, Qing Xiaomo fell asleep in the man's arms.

I don't know how long I slept, but I heard a man's soft and slow voice above my head, as if I was talking to someone.

She raised her head and looked at him sleepily through the light on the screen.

He saw the tenderness on his face that he had never seen before.

Liang Musheng said a few more words in a low voice, then hung up the phone, and gently touched her small head with his big hand: "Sorry, did I wake you up?"

He should have gone out to answer the phone, but she was in his arms.

Qing Xiaomo shook her head, vaguely as if she heard him calling the other party's mother.

The man pressed down his thin lips and pressed them close to her ears, his voice was very low and slow: "My mother is here, Alisa, do you want to meet her?"

She was startled, knowing that if his mother came over, she would definitely hide it from the Liang family's people, and this side might not last for too long.

Subconsciously nodded.

The man's big dry and warm hand immediately held her small hand tightly: "Let's go."

Qing Xiaomo was suddenly very excited, feeling the excitement of skipping classes with her friends who chose the strictest teacher in school.

After getting in the car, she pressed down the mirror and straightened her hair in front of the mirror, feeling a little uneasy: "Would your mother not like me? I didn't dress up very well today."

Liang Musheng smiled softly: "Don't be afraid, my mother is more gentle and easy-talking than anyone else in the Liang family. Don't worry, she will definitely like you."

"But I'm not from the Mu family, so I've made it impossible for you to have children."

Even Liang Zui, who is not yet married, has a son, but he doesn't have one yet, and he won't have any in the future.

Liang Musheng leaned over to help her fasten her seat belt, and kissed her soft face with thin lips: "It's okay, she doesn't care about this, as long as I like it, she will like it."

Hearing what he said, she felt relieved and nodded heavily: "Yes."

……

The meeting place was in a secluded teahouse in the suburbs. At this time, there was almost no one in the teahouse.

Liang Musheng pushed open the door of the box on the second floor, and walked in with Qing Xiaomo.

Sitting by the window, a lady in a tight wine red dress is sipping tea elegantly, her long hair is scrupulously coiled up, and a pair of pearl earrings are elegant and generous.

She is much younger than Qing Xiaomo imagined, she looks only about 40 years old, but obviously she is more than that, after all, even Liang Musheng is already 30 years old.

"Mom." Liang Musheng called her softly.

This is the first time that Qing Xiaomo sees the warmth and joy of family affection from the corners of his brows and eyes, even when facing the old man who brought him up, she has never seen it before.

The meaning of the word mother itself is different.

The woman turned her head and saw him, with a little smile in her eyes: "Mu Sheng."

She got up and hugged him, with a mother's unique kindness on her face: "Mom hasn't seen you for many years, let mom see."

(End of this chapter)