How can the president be fierce

Chapter 52 You are not a big person, but your temper is not small.

Qing Xiaomo ignored him and sat down at the dining table on her own.

Liang Musheng took a sip of coffee casually: "I just said something to you, so I got angry and didn't go back to the bedroom all night? You are not a big person, but you have a big temper."

Qing Xiaomo glanced at him angrily: "I'm not angry! It's just that I had an inspiration for a while, and I stayed up late to revise the manuscript. I'm afraid that if the revision is not good, it will embarrass you in front of your Siyaobao~~bei."

She exaggeratedly lengthened the ending sound of the word 'bao'.

The man was pleased by her long and cute 'O' sound, and looked at her playfully: "You still dare to mock me?"

Qing Xiaomo hummed.

Liang Musheng looked at her sleepy appearance, and his voice slowed down slightly: "Go to bed after breakfast, don't attend today's meeting."

"I'm not sleepy! And that script has my heart and soul in it, I have to stare at it, so as to save you laymen from pointing fingers at random."

"Are you sure we 'laymen' want to point fingers, and a little assistant screenwriter of yours stopped it?"

"..." Qing Xiaomo was annoyed and glared at him angrily.

……

After cleaning up the prepared breakfast, Qing Xiaomo didn't forget to bring her cheesecake to the car.

Inside the black business car, a man in a suit and leather shoes frowned.

Uncle Zhou patiently explained: "I'm sorry young lady, young master never allows others to eat and drink in his car."

Qing Xiaomo looked at the cake in her hand, then at the luxurious and comfortable car in front of her, thought for a while, and gave a solution: "Then you go there first, I'll just take a taxi."

The taxi driver is not as delicate as he is.

As soon as the words fell, I heard the gloomy voice of the man in the car: "Get in the car! Don't dirty my car."

……

Not only dirty his car, but dirty his people.

Qing Xiaomo stared at the big cake grease stain on the brand-new trousers of the man beside her, and panicked.

Just now when the car was shaking, she couldn't hold it steady, and the cake flew on him...

Fearing that he would lose control and strangle her in a panic, she hurriedly took out a tissue to help him wipe, the more she wiped, the more she felt something was wrong, and by the time she realized where she wiped, it was already too late.

It is impossible for any man with normal physiology to get out of this situation.

Liang Musheng lowered his head and glanced at the reacting lower body, his face was already ugly and could not be described with just 'ugly'.

The driver had already parked the car on the side of the road, looking at them from the rearview mirror with an earthy face, not daring to let out a breath.

The surrounding air pressure is getting lower and lower, and the temperature is getting colder...

Qing Xiaomo withdrew her little hand like an electric shock, her fingertips were hot as if on fire, and she stammered to explain: "I told you I'm going to take a taxi, you insist on me..."

Uncle Zhou went to the trunk and brought the spare suit.

Qing Xiaomo took out his suit consciously, then reached out to help him take off his coat.

However, Mr. Liang was very uncooperative, and she couldn't take off the suit. She had to change from a sitting position to a standing position, and because of the restriction of the car roof, she had to bend down, and her whole body was almost stuck on him.

Tired and out of breath: "Mr. Liang, can't you lift your precious arm?"

The girl's collagen-filled little face was close at hand, and Liang Musheng happened to be in a good mood. He lowered his head, bit her delicate and small earlobe gently, and spoke hoarsely: "No, I can."

(End of this chapter)