How can the president be fierce

Chapter 516 Her fingers were too warm, and he yearned for the feeling of being gently cared for.

Liang Mo knocked on the door for a while, but didn't see her coming to open it, so he simply opened the door with his toe.

As if he was afraid that she would do something on the door, he rolled his big black and white eyes, and cautiously probed outside the door for a long time, making sure that nothing would hit him from above or from left and right, and then he gave in all of a sudden. He rushed in, searched around the room, and found her motionless on the sofa.

He seemed to be taken aback, and stared at her suspiciously: "Are you deaf? You haven't heard me calling you for so long!"

Qing Xiaomo was not in the mood to talk to him.

Liang Mo leaned closer and looked at her lifeless face.

She is very beautiful, the kind of beauty that is easy to be liked by people who are clean and delicate. He doesn't hate her, but he doesn't like her arrogant attitude towards him.

He is the only son of the president, the noble and proud son of heaven, everyone will bow down and respect him when they see him, why should she just ignore him!

He snorted and made the biggest concession: "You have to promise not to make me angry in the future, and I'll let them give you dinner."

Qing Xiaomo didn't go to dinner because she just ate a bowl of noodles an hour ago and she is not hungry yet.

If he hadn't volunteered, she would not have known that he had ordered her not to eat dinner.

Seeing that she was still a lazy adopted son with no energy, Liang Mo thought she was starving, so Dian Dian ran out and called a maid, asking her to bring a dinner over quickly.

I do know how to feel sorry for people.

She got up from the sofa and glanced at his handsome face: "No need, I'm not hungry, I just miss my relatives a little bit."

Liang Mo pursed her lips, disapprovingly: "I thought it was something, if my relatives have something to think about, I don't think about it at all."

Qing Xiaomo didn't understand for a while, and asked: "Who do you miss?"

As soon as the question was finished, the answer automatically appeared in my mind.

Of course it was Liang Musheng. In such a cold family like Liang's, Liang Musheng was probably the only one who was a relative to him.

But even so, as the president of a country, he is busy with official duties, and I am afraid that he can spend very little time with him.

No wonder he would say such angry words.

She raised her hand and touched his little head, feeling pity in her heart: "You can be angry with anyone, but you must never bet with the person you love the most, because maybe one day we will part, and the pain caused by regret , will torment us day and night.”

It suddenly occurred to her that if he was the child of Liang Musheng and the hostess, then his life would only be short for more than a year.

What a pity, such a lively and lovely little guy.

It was right that Liang Musheng didn't spend much time with him. When his cousin Liang Bei passed away, it almost killed him, let alone his own son. One can imagine the pain.

Liang Mo was probably too sad to notice that she was touching his head.

... Or, her fingers were too warm, and he yearned for the feeling of being gently cared for.

He lowered his head, and his small face already showed a sense of loneliness and sadness that did not belong to his age.

How aggrieved it is to say the phrase 'I don't want anything dear to my family'.

The sun was setting, and the afterglow of the orange-red sunset shrouded the huge bedroom. Two figures, one big and one small, were sitting so quietly, and they happened to be both wearing black clothes. They were indescribably harmonious and warm.

(End of this chapter)