How can the president be fierce

Chapter 55 Guess what?How close am I to you now?

While washing his face, the phone suddenly rang.

Qing Xiaomo randomly took out a tissue and wiped her hands, then picked it up: "Hello, who is it?"

"Alisa, long time no see, do you miss me?"

The arrogant voice pierced through the gap of time and hit the eardrums, Qing Xiaomo's pupils shrank suddenly: "What do you want to do?!"

A low and evil laugh sounded, and the man pronounced his words lightly and slowly: "Damn... you! I spent 3 months to find the ghost orchid you wanted in the pine and cypress swamp in Florida. You ran away, huh? Are you too heartless?"

Some people don't need to meet, just listening to his voice is enough to make people tremble with fear.

Qing Xiaomo bit her lower lip tightly, trying her best to ignore the fear of spreading limbs, and after a while, she said dryly: "I'm already married! Give up."

A dead silence.

At this time, the absence of sound is more frightening than the presence of sound.

Qing Xiaomo could clearly hear the sound of her heart rapidly expanding and contracting, she had a splitting headache, she almost couldn't help but wanted to hang up the phone and cut off all contact with this devil.

It seemed like a century had passed before the man's dark and hoarse voice sounded like hell and Satan again: "So, you are just lying to me when you say that you will sleep with me as long as you find Ghost Lan?"

Qing Xiaomo stared at her sweaty self in the mirror.

The fear that penetrated so deep into the bone marrow was just like that nakedly displayed in front of his eyes.

She heard her tense voice: "Of course! I said I don't like you, but I don't like you! Don't talk about finding Ghost Orchid, even if you pluck stars from the sky and give them to me, I still don't like them!"

"Ah!"

There was a low chirp, but it pierced into her heart like a sharp dagger.

"You think I won't be able to find you if I run away? Alisa, you think I'm too incompetent!... Guess what? How close am I to you now?"

Suddenly, a big hand patted his shoulder gently.

Qing Xiaomo screamed, staggered and turned around.

Liang Musheng caught the phone that slipped out of her hand, glanced at the phone that had been hung up, and his deep eyes fell on her pale face covered with cold sweat: "What's wrong?"

She just stared at him blankly, her eyelashes were trembling, her lips were pale, and she couldn't speak a word.

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his arms to embrace her, and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead with his warm fingertips: "Why are you sweating so much?"

Qing Xiaomo pressed her cheek against his well-made suit, and listened to his even and strong heartbeat. After a while, she said dryly: "Someone played a prank on me by calling me and telling me ghost stories."

Liang Musheng was silent, shook his head and laughed: "How old are you? Still afraid of ghost stories?"

Qing Xiaomo didn't say a word, the phrase 'Guess what?How close am I to you now? '.

Could he have found it?

Will it be here?In a dark place she couldn't see, staring at her, calculating her.

(End of this chapter)