How can the president be fierce

Chapter 509 Liang Musheng has not had such a humble conversation with others for a long time.

The emotion in Liang Musheng's eyes was subtly changing: "Since you don't believe it, why did you come here?"

"Because I don't believe it, I came here to ask for clarification."

"Do you think if I want to lie to you, I will tell the truth when you come here?"

"..."

Qing Xiaomo suddenly stopped talking and just looked at him expressionlessly.

The president's every word, deed, and every move has been strictly trained. It has been a long time since Liang Mu was born, and he has never had a long conversation with someone humbly in a posture of kneeling on one knee.

The color of his pupils showed a thrilling light in the dark night, and his long fingers seemed to want to touch her face, but they just stopped in mid-air: "I don't need to lie to you, Alisa, who is willing to sacrifice her life for me There are a lot of people, and it is not too difficult to find someone who is suitable to donate a kidney to your mother and is willing to donate.”

What he meant was simple, even if his kidney was not suitable, there was no need for him to lie to her, because he still had the ability to help her find a suitable kidney.

Qing Xiaomo's pale face was still expressionless: "So, are you going to donate your own kidney, or choose a kidney from those who are willing to sacrifice their lives for you?"

The man finally got up: "Come in with me first."

Her body was slightly stiff, but she still didn't say anything, she got up and followed him in.

At four o'clock in the morning, the sky was already dark.

A tall and jade-like man stood in front of the open kitchen bar and made coffee for her, his angular silhouette condensed in the dim light.

Qing Xiaomo sat on the sofa in a standard sitting posture, looking at the sleeping city outside the floor-to-ceiling windows with a blank expression.

She has been here for three years.

In the past three years, she and her mother have lived peacefully and warmly. She has never noticed that his people are around, but it is obvious from his attitude that he has found her for a long time.

That year, he didn't mention the fact that she paid a murderer to shoot him, and neither did she.

The scented scented tea was handed to her, and the man said calmly, "Drink some, someone will bring you breakfast later."

She reached out to take it, and thanked him politely.

Liang Musheng didn't sit down in the single sofa chair next to her, but sat down on the couch next to her.

She clearly felt that his soft home trousers touched the skin on the outside of her legs, and the nerves suddenly became extremely sensitive, and the touched skin began to heat up as if it was about to be burned.

I regret why I didn't come here with a pair of trousers.

Her throat was extremely dry, so she lowered her head and took a sip of tea to moisturize and relieve her tension.

Liang Musheng didn't speak, and leaned slightly to serve the tea, while leaning forward and back, the thin black shirt on her arm rubbed against her arm.

She finally couldn't take it anymore, she moved aside calmly, opened the distance between the two to five centimeters, and said in a slightly cold voice, "I still have things to do, you just ask for the conditions .”

Liang Musheng lowered his head, looking at her tense face from top to bottom: "What conditions do you think I will offer?"

Qing Xiaomo really hates this kind of game guessing session where you come and go. The same experience, five years ago and five years later, is a completely different feeling.

At the beginning, she didn't have much other emotions for him other than rejection, so it was relatively easier to accept him.

(End of this chapter)