How can the president be fierce

Chapter 562 Tell Mr. President the story of the Three Little Pigs...

The person on the other side of the phone hesitated for a while before saying, "Ethan's matter... thank you."

He rested his empty fingers on the table, tapped his fingertips lightly on the table, and let out a low and hoarse 'hmm'.

Knowing that she must be calling because of Ethan's affairs, but knowing that Gui knows, listening to her with her own ears is a completely different mood.

Just like being cut by a knife, knowing the pain and experiencing the pain are two completely different feelings.

Qing Xiaomo paused for a while, seeing that he didn't seem to have anything to say, she said: "Let's do this first, I still have some things to do, maybe I have to go back tomorrow."

The man's eyelashes were half drawn: "Okay."

Just as Qing Xiaomo was about to hang up, she heard him call her name again in a low voice: "Alisa."

"……Um?"

"Have you ever heard the story of the three little pigs building a house?"

Qing Xiaomo seemed to think that she had heard it wrong, and there was a bit of doubt in her voice: "What?"

"Well, Liangmo wants me to tell him a story tonight, but his storybook is missing."

"Oh, you can search the Internet, just search for the house built by the three little pigs, and you should be able to find it."

The man flicked the computer keyboard with his finger: "But it's not very convenient for me to surf the Internet now, and I will tell him when I get back, do you know? If you know, can you tell me?"

Qing Xiaomo frowned over there.

It is not convenient to surf the Internet, but it is convenient to make a phone call?
I was not very happy in my heart, but I still held back and briefly told him the general plot of the story.

Liang Musheng didn't listen, and hated that the story was too general, and he would be dissatisfied if I told it to Liang Mo later, and asked her to tell it again, including all the adjectives.

She had to be patient and had to say it again: "Is it okay? If you really can't remember, go back and ask the maid and Uncle Zhou, someone should know."

In the darkness, the man's thin lips curled slightly, and his voice was low and mellow: "Well, I remember."

……

Qing Xiaomo didn't quite understand why he had to tell the story about the Three Little Pigs building a house. The story was long and stinky. She usually told Liang Mo the short ones, and forced him to sleep after she finished.

Just after hanging up the phone, I felt the man's cool fingers lightly touch her arm.

Startled, she followed the man's arm and found that Ethan was awake.

He leaned over quickly: "Are you awake? Do you feel uncomfortable?"

The doctor said that in his situation, it is normal for him to be unconscious for three days, but he did not expect to wake up in half a day.

Ethan’s voice was a little fuzzy through the oxygen mask. Qing Xiaomo approached him and listened to him three times before he could hear his words clearly—I wanted to open my eyes before I passed out, and the first thing I saw was you, but I didn’t expect it to be you .

She smiled: "Of course, you took care of me like that when I was in trouble, and now I'm alone in Liangcheng, of course I have to take care of you."

He had no family or friends here, as she had in Chicago, and of course they had to take care of each other.

Ethan didn't speak, his eyes fell on the slightly shaking platinum and diamond necklace on her slender neck, and he smiled.

"Sleep a little longer, you must be very tired just after you came back from the gate of hell." She said, raising her hand to cover him for the rest of her life.

Ethan nodded. He was probably really tired. After holding her hand tightly, he really fell asleep again, as if he woke up on purpose just to see if she was taking care of him.

(End of this chapter)