How can the president be fierce

Chapter 564 When you learned that I was not dead three years ago, were you happy or sad?
She took a sip of water slowly and stared at his arm: "Can I have a look at your arm?"

For a few seconds, the huge ward was so quiet that the only sound was the sound of her drinking water.

There was some suppressed emotion rolling in Liang Musheng's eyes, his face was obviously expressionless, and it seemed to be ridiculing her: "What? Are you afraid that I will lie to you?"

Qing Xiaomo didn't speak.

True, she did not believe him.

He is now the president of a country, and one can imagine how important his body is. Even though they have reached an agreement, she still doubts whether he is really willing to donate one of his kidneys to his mother.

If he really intends to donate, then after so many matching experiments, he should have his blood drawn every day for testing these days.

In the silent stalemate, the man slowly took off his suit jacket, unbuttoned the agate buttons on the sleeves of his white shirt, and rolled them up layer by layer, revealing dense bruises and pinholes in the bend of his arms.

Qing Xiaomo's heart trembled for no reason, and she didn't know whether it was because she didn't believe him, or because she saw the dense needle holes on his arm.

The man locked his eyes on her slightly pale face: "Do you want to look at the other hand?"

She lowered her head: "No need."

Liang Musheng smiled, but the smile was always only frozen on the corner of his lips, his eyes were still cold and deep, like two deep pools buried deep in the ground without sunlight.

"I was suddenly curious. When you woke up three years ago and found out that I was not dead, were you happy or sad?"

Qing Xiaomo didn't look at him, but slightly exerted force on the fingers holding the spoon, and said two words in a soft voice: "Sad."

It took less than a second from when he asked this question to when she answered.

In other words, she didn't even think about it, and gave him her first reaction directly.

Liang Musheng closed his eyes, and clearly felt that his heart was severed by a dagger. The pain of tearing was so clear, but he suddenly felt like breaking a jar.

"Then after I give the kidney to your mother, you still have a chance to kill me again...or several times."

Qing Xiaomo smiled: "Mr. President is really suitable to play an infatuated actor, but unfortunately I have had enough of being an idol drama heroine, you should change it, I think Mu Chacha is very good, beautiful and sweet, the key is young , doesn’t Mr. President just like young girls?”

It's just that the heroine has been changed. I'm afraid his idol drama will also change from the sadomasochistic love mode to the sweet pet and dog food mode.

After all, Liang's and Mu's have been loving each other for so many years.

He married Mu Chacha and had children happily, which was probably what both families wanted to see.

As soon as the voice fell, the phone rang suddenly.

She took it out, glanced at the caller ID, knowing that it was most likely a nuisance call, after thinking about it, she still picked it up, because she didn't want to talk to him anymore.

The phone was quiet for a few seconds before a woman's dignified and elegant voice came: "That's right, you've been gone for three years, and you dare to come back, I thought you were really dead..."

She didn't hear this voice many times, but it seemed to be carved on the bone with a knife. I'm afraid she would never forget it in this life.

Qing Xiaomo lowered her head and took a sip of the soup, frowning slightly: "Yeah, it's been three years. After your son became the president, his cooking skills have declined a lot, and the soup he made is deadly salty. It seems that being the president is rich." , such a generous amount of salt.”

(End of this chapter)