How can the president be fierce

Chapter 478 Is this a word?What is the word?
The first time I helped her wipe her body, her movements were obviously a little clumsy. Fortunately, the nurse next to her was helping, so she didn't get too overwhelmed.

After wiping her upper body and then her lower body, she unexpectedly found a tattoo in the shape of a maple leaf on her inner thigh.

It is not surprising to get a tattoo, it is strange that few people choose to get tattoos in such a private place, it is so strange.

Suddenly, I remembered that there was a time in high school when a few girls in the class were particularly keen on tattooing. She thought it was very beautiful and wanted to tattoo a butterfly on her ankle.

At that time, Xiao Qianrou was also consulted. He refused to agree at first, but after she was soft on her, he had no choice but to agree.

But her mother, who has always been doting on her, was rarely angry. After several attempts of persuasion to no avail, she uttered harsh words - if you dare to get a tattoo, don't come into this house in the future.

Only then did she give up the idea of ​​getting a tattoo.

Seeing her standing there for a long time without moving, the nurse said, "This is the first time you see this tattoo?"

She nodded. Her mother never wore shorts at home, and locked the door when she took a shower. She paid great attention to privacy.

"Where she is, there is a scar, which may have been tattooed to cover up the scar."

"..."

Hearing this, Qing Xiaomo glanced at her in surprise, and stretched out her hand to touch it. Sure enough, she felt a slight unevenness, but the unevenness was so shallow that it was almost impossible to feel it.

But I can feel that it doesn't look like a burn, the scars are thin and one by one, like a word.

"Is this a word? What is it?" She looked up at her.

The nurse coughed in embarrassment, and replied vaguely, "I don't really know."

Qing Xiaomo really couldn't figure out what the word was, so she hurriedly wiped her body and got dressed.

……

An entire hour passed from the appointed time before Liang Musheng called, his voice was indescribably tired and hoarse: "Sorry, I forgot to bring you lunch, have you eaten yet?"

Qing Xiaomo didn't have time to eat lunch yet, but hearing his voice, she felt that he was not in a good mood, and she didn't want him to worry anymore, so she lied and said that she had eaten.

"That's good. I'll make dinner for you later."

"Okay, you should also pay attention to rest, don't tire yourself out." She told her worriedly on the other end of the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Liang Musheng suddenly felt that the light in the well-lit office was too glaring, and the phone slammed against the heavy French windows, making a sharp sound.

On the sofa, the handsome and clean man casually raised his eyes and glanced, then lowered his eyes and continued to drink tea: "Close the curtains."

Su Li coughed lightly, got up and took the remote control to close the curtains in the entire office.

The light dimmed instantly.

Yohji ordered quietly: "Su Li, you go out first."

After Su Li left, he casually adjusted his sitting position on the sofa, and his voice was indifferent and indifferent for thousands of years: "Since only those three people know about this matter, the best way is to silence it, as long as Qingde is dead , then let’s forget about it, your Mrs. Zhou shouldn’t be so stupid as to say it by herself.”

Liang Musheng leaned against the office desk and chair with his back facing him, his back was tense and menacing, his fingers curled up by his side, and there were pale marks on his knuckles.

"Talent virtue is not the biggest hidden danger, the biggest hidden danger..."

He stopped in the middle of his speech, and had no intention of continuing.

(End of this chapter)