How can the president be fierce

Chapter 475 You have never seen my fragile side, and you will never see it in this life.

Liang Musheng quickly brought Qing Xiaomo into his arms: "Mom, this is Qing Xiaomo, your daughter-in-law, just call her Momo."

Qing Xiaomo smiled hurriedly: "Hello, Mom."

Zhou Min's gaze slipped from his son's face, and landed on the girl's clean and tender face, his eyes paused slightly: "Qing...Xiaomo?"

She seemed to have paused on the word 'Qing'.

Qing Xiaomo thought she didn't hear her name clearly, so she repeated it with a smile: "Yes, Qing, who is so beautiful, small and big, and foamy Mo, just call me Momo, Mom."

The lady's well-maintained face soon showed a slight smile again: "Good name, it sounds very nice. It's hard work for you to take care of Mu Sheng these days."

Said, greeted them to sit down.

This woman is just as Liang Musheng described, dignified, elegant, generous and gentle, and the good self-cultivation shown in her conversation is admirable.

No wonder she became Liang Yuchuan's most trusted assistant back then.

Qing Xiaomo couldn't figure out how such a self-restrained and elegant woman would do such a slightly despicable thing as drinking in his tea.

Probably really liked it to the extreme.

This meeting was short and hasty.

After Qing Xiaomo came out to say goodbye to her mother, Liang Musheng was in a bad mood and didn't say much all the way.

She never knew that he longed for family affection so much. He obviously hadn't met his mother a few times since he was a child, but he was extremely dependent on her.

Thinking about it again, it seems that the huge Liang family really doesn't have any family ties to speak of.

What they care about is always the honor of the family and the position of the president, but at least Liang Zui has the biological mother of the president's wife, but Liang Musheng has nothing...

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He clearly felt that the man behind him seemed to be insomnia, tossing and turning over and over again.

Qing Xiaomo was still a little drowsy at first, but it gradually disappeared, so she simply turned on the light and got out of bed.

Liang Musheng thought she was going to the bathroom, but after waiting for a while, she didn't wait for her. As soon as she got up, she saw her walking in with a cup of hot milk: "When I was a child, when I couldn't sleep, my mother would heat a cup of milk for me and drink it. fell asleep."

He didn't speak, didn't take the milk, and stared at her with complicated and deep eyes.

In front of her, he seemed to be omnipotent all the time. Things that ordinary people could not do in their lifetime were easy for him.

For the first time, he showed unprecedented vulnerability and helplessness in front of her.

Qing Xiaomo met his gaze calmly: "You don't have to feel embarrassed, Liang Musheng, we are husband and wife, you don't need to hide your fragility from me, it doesn't affect your image in my heart, to me In other words, you are still the omnipotent God who can always save me from danger."

The man's eyes were astonishingly bright, he raised his hand, covered her cold little hand with his hot fingertips, then clenched it tightly, and sneered like self-deprecating: "No, you have never seen my fragile side, and in this life will never see."

His fragility is her, she left, his fragility is like a dry grass, it will be scattered all over the ground with a light touch.

Before Qing Xiaomo came back to her senses, he had already pulled the milk out of her hand and threw it aside, his big hands squeezed her slender waist, easily pulled her into his arms, and pushed her up...

Mr. Liang's solution to insomnia is really...

Simple and crude.

(End of this chapter)