How can the president be fierce

Chapter 539 This feeling is really terrible.

The man pursed his thin lips tightly.

"Lingzui, I know you've always been ruthless, but he's your nephew after all, and he inherited your Liang's genes. Don't you think he's pitiful? Your son still has a bright future, but he doesn't. You clearly know that with Liang Musheng's current status, it is impossible to stay at home every day and stare at his son not to be bullied, and you are his own brother, even if you can't take care of his son for him, you shouldn't deliberately bully him!"

With one hand in his pocket, Liang Zui glanced at the little ball she landed on the bed.

As she said, he knew that he didn't have many days to live, but he still didn't like him.

He also saw how Liang Hao bullied him in the past few years, but he didn't feel anything.

Natural selection, the survival of the fittest, and the elimination of the weak are the laws of survival in nature. What is there to be soft-hearted?
Seeing his indifferent and disapproving expression, the little anger that Qing Xiaomo had been holding back unknowingly burst out.

Her face turned cold a little bit: "You don't feel bad, I feel bad, since I came to take care of him, I have to take good care of him! Liang Zui, you can either go back and educate your son so that he will stop bullying Liang Mo, or stop taking him with you. Come here! Otherwise, I'm afraid that his butt will bloom for a long, long time!!"

"Ah Hao!!"

Mu Siyao rushed in at some point, hugged her son tightly, and looked him up and down: "Where did she hit you? Huh? Tell mom where did she hit you?!"

Liang Hao cried more and more heartbreakingly, pointing his little finger at his butt.

Mu Siyao took off his trousers, and soon found that there were bloodshot red marks on them from the slap of the cane, which was completely incomparable to the red marks from her hand slap last time, this time, it was for real.

Her distressed tears burst out in an instant, and she choked up and looked up at Qing Xiaomo: "Qing Xiaomo, I will never finish this matter with you!! You wait!!"

After the words fell, he picked up his son, turned around and rushed out.

Liang Zui took a step forward, rubbed her small face with his rough fingertips, and then withdrew: "Okay, don't be angry, I'll go back and clean him up, and I won't let him bully Liang Mo again in the future."

He naturally knew that if he protected Liang Hao this time, he would turn against her.

And in this world, there is nothing worthy of him turning against her, including his son.

When he said this, Qing Xiaomo's face softened a little, and her voice was no longer tense: "Sorry, I really hit him, you go back and give him some medicine."

"Ah."

He nodded, looked at her for a while, and seemed to want to say something, but he didn't say anything after all, turned and left.

Qing Xiaomo closed the door, sat on the edge of the bed, stared at Liang Mo's sleeping face for a while, and sighed softly.

She was really tired after all this tossing, so she just leaned against him and fell asleep.

It wasn't until the familiar and unfamiliar touch touched her skin that she suddenly woke up. When she looked up, she saw the man sitting at the end of the bed with ointment on his fingertips helping her ankles.

She pulled her feet back almost instinctively, but she could still feel that her skin was hot and painful, as if concentrated sulfuric acid had been splashed on her skin, as if something was corroding her flesh and blood little by little.

It was a terrible feeling.

Liang Musheng was silent for a moment, without being annoyed, he handed her the ointment: "Your ankle is swollen, you should take some medicine yourself, or you won't be able to walk tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)