How can the president be fierce

Chapter 57 I'm moved, her husband loves her so much, hahaha...

"come."

She heard her own voice, word by word, so light that each word seemed weightless, and as if it was heavy enough to break herself easily: "I am right here, if you really have the ability to enter the Milky Way mansion, I will I'll let you sleep!"

The man smiled sullenly, with a bit of sinister joy: "Don't worry... After I have dealt with this mess on the American side, I will take the ghost Lan you want to sleep with you. "

Qing Xiaomo also laughed, and smiled contemptuously: "Then you have to hurry up, in case I can't think about it, and make the video in my hand public, you may never be able to sleep with me in this life."

When the words fall, turn off the phone directly.

……

The rain is getting heavier.

But her body was scorching hot, and she felt that someone was taking off her clothes in a daze, and she woke up suddenly.

"Don't move! Your clothes are all wet."

Liang Musheng held her in his arms with one hand, unbuttoned her pajamas with the other hand, and yelled softly: "How old are you still playing rebellion? Is it fun to lie on the ground wet?"

Qing Xiaomo pushed him away: "Not as old as you, old man."

Liang Musheng froze, squinting at her: "Say it again?"

Qing Xiaomo smiled, and frivolously slid her hot fingers on his face: "Just kidding, don't be angry, Mr. Liang."

As he spoke, he supported his shoulders with both hands and got up swayingly, went to the wine cabinet and poured himself a glass of wine: "Ah, by the way, is Miss Mu okay? Stalkers are scary, don't scare her into a bad mood .”

Liang Musheng felt that Qing Xiaomo was a little abnormal tonight, so he walked over a few steps and took the wine glass: "You have a fever, don't drink, take your medicine and take a rest."

Holding the wine bottle, Qing Xiaomo pressed her forehead against his chest and let out a silly laugh.

Touched, her dear husband, I feel sorry for her, hahaha...

……

Holding his aching head and slowly going downstairs, Uncle Zhou hurriedly handed him a cup of hot milk: "Madam, the young master is entertaining guests in the restaurant, why don't you go downstairs later?"

Qing Xiaomo took a sip of milk and nodded without emotion: "Okay."

As soon as I turned around, I heard a woman's voice with a gentle smile: "Mu Sheng, I just don't have many scenes today, and I can finish work at noon. I have reserved a seat in a western restaurant. Thank you for your care last night. okay?"

A few seconds later, a man's indifferent voice came: "Okay."

Qing Xiaomo glanced at Uncle Zhou, who turned his head innocently and looked away.

"Hey, little lazy pig got up very early today." The man's sexy voice came, Xihe hooked her collar with one hand, and walked slowly towards the restaurant: "Come over for a meal, don't you mind?"

He was thin and slender, but he did not expect the strength in his hands to be astonishingly strong. Before she could react, Qing Xiaomo was carried backwards all the way into the dining room by him.

For a few seconds, the huge dining room was so quiet that even a needle could be clearly heard falling to the ground.

Mu Siyao's eyes went back and forth between them, and finally fell on Liang Musheng: "Isn't she... the screenwriter? Why are you here?"

"I'm Xi Shao's lover."

Qing Xiaomo suddenly raised her hand and took Xi He's arm, and smiled at them: "I just got married a few days ago, right? My dear?"

　Yes—no—is—someone—is—seeing—ah—ah—ah—ah———comes out—comes—a—bubble—ah—— Ah——ah—ah———author—jun—solitary—single—lonely—lonely—cold—ah—ah—ah—ah—ah! ! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)