How can the president be fierce

Chapter 578 It's hard for her to show you how beautifully she is dressed up in the middle of the night.

A trace of astonishment flashed across Mu Siyao's eyes, and then turned into deep grievance: "Mu Sheng, I just want to come over and help take care of Xiao Mo, after all he is still so young and you are so busy, I am his aunt , can be regarded as his half mother, come to see if he can be regarded as the seat of planning for the president?"

The man's eyebrows and eyes were stained with a touch of sarcasm, and even his voice was chillingly cold: "Zui didn't marry you, my son doesn't have an aunt like you, let alone half a mother, you think too much of yourself, Mu Miss!"

Perhaps because he understood the sarcasm in his words, Liang Hao suddenly clenched his fists and beat him on the chest, cursing angrily: "Your son is going to die soon!! My mother will not be his mother!"

You, son, son, horse, get on, just, want, die! ! !

The surrounding light seemed to dim suddenly, the gloomy cold air poured in from all directions, and the man's black pupils were dormant with murderous intent.

Mu Siyao clearly saw the blue veins protruding from his forehead, and his beautiful face turned pale in an instant, subconsciously raised his hand to cover his son's mouth, and apologized in panic: "That's not what he meant, Mu Sheng, don't you As knowledgeable as he is, this kid is used to talking outrageously...he...he means that Xiao Mo is not feeling well, and wants to go in and have a look at him..."

The man suddenly raised his hand, caressing the child's immature neck with his rough fingertips, "If no one told him that a fever means death is possible, how would he know? Don't you think so?"

Mu Siyao's pupils trembled in shock, and she stared fixedly at his big, bony hands, fearing that in the blink of an eye, her son's slender neck would break between his fingers.

"I don't know how he knows, I didn't say it...Really, Mu Sheng, you believe me..."

The door of the ward was suddenly opened, and Qing Xiaomo walked out expressionlessly: "If you have something to say, you can't go to other places to talk? I wonder if the sound insulation here is not good?"

She could hear their noise from inside.

Liang Musheng withdrew his hand expressionlessly, took out a handkerchief and wiped his fingers.

Mu Siyao breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly pressed her son into her arms, and staggered back two steps.

"Why is his face so red? Did you pinch him?" Qing Xiaomo frowned slightly.

Liang Musheng's thin lips curled into a sarcasm: "I don't even bother to do anything to a child. He has a fever. It's just that his mother was too anxious to take him to a good show, so she didn't notice."

Mu Siyao was startled, and it took him a while to realize who they were talking about. Subconsciously, he raised his hand to touch Liang Hao's forehead in his arms, and his face, which had improved just now, turned pale again.

"It's okay, it's okay, he's almost five years old, and today, after playing football in the yard, there was a gust of cold wind, he just caught a cold, he just caught a cold, don't be afraid..."

She seemed to be explaining to them, but also seemed to be talking to herself, while she was talking, she turned around and hurried to find a doctor.

Qing Xiaomo stared at her graceful figure, and sneered: "It's hard for her to show you how beautifully she is dressed in the middle of the night."

Liang Musheng didn't seem to have any interest in caring about this matter, he pursed his thin lips tightly, turned around and went back to the ward without saying anything.

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Liang Hao was quickly assigned to the same ward, and several doctors also secretly came over and took away seven tubes of blood from him, before leaving in a hurry.

(End of this chapter)