How can the president be fierce

Chapter 647 I'm sorry, I locked you here for more than a month...

He didn't mention his ex-wife, and Xishang didn't correct him. He nodded and made room to watch them leave.

……

Qing Xiaomo ignored Liang Musheng all the way, was sent back to the 'cage' again, and went straight back to the bedroom.

Liang Musheng was also tired, and really didn't want to go back to the presidential palace, so he simply slept on the sofa downstairs.

No outsiders came here, and the maid never sat on the sofa except for cleaning, and he could even vaguely smell her delicate fragrance.

Suddenly unprecedented satisfaction.

Even if this is the case, at least he knows that she is upstairs, sleeping peacefully a dozen meters away from him, instead of being far away in Chicago, not knowing what she is doing all the time, not knowing what she is doing. Do you have someone you like again...

That's it, good.

Before I knew it, I fell into a deep sleep.

Qing Xiaomo woke up quite early, and when she went downstairs, she unexpectedly found that Mr. Liang Mu was still asleep on the sofa. She looked up at the time, and it was already past 6:30.

He's going to the press conference at seven o'clock.

She couldn't help but kicked him.
The man on the sofa only took off his coat and slept all night. The shirt was still neatly worn on his body without any wrinkles. Did he not even turn over all night?

Liang Musheng frowned slightly, sat up slowly, stretched his waist lazily: "What time is it?"

"06:30."

"Oh." He responded unhurriedly, as if he was not in a hurry.

Qing Xiaomo watched him get up and go upstairs, and after a while, Uncle Zhou pushed the door open and entered with a brand new suit and shirt. When he saw her, he bowed respectfully: "Madam, this is Mr.'s clothes, please help me send them over .”

Why should she send it over?
Qing Xiaomo turned her head and went straight into the restaurant.

Uncle Zhou didn't force him, and went upstairs to deliver the clothes silently.

Liang Musheng quickly finished his bath, put on a neat handmade suit, stood in front of the mirror and straightened his tie: "Where's your wife?"

"After eating breakfast alone, my wife went to sit in the yard."

There is a big sweet-scented osmanthus in the yard. This season, when the sweet-scented osmanthus is in bloom, the yard is full of faint fragrance.

Qing Xiaomo walked around the yard when she had nothing to do. She hated everything in Liangcheng, but she felt terrified to be locked up in such isolation.

The man left from the mirror and walked to the window. From a distance, he saw her sitting on the bench, bored, staring blankly at the flowers and plants in the yard. Her lonely appearance was extremely distressing.

……

The soft scarf suddenly fell from behind, the little woman in a daze was stunned, turned her head, and slowly turned her eyes back following the man's movement.

The handsome man with clear eyes was kneeling on one knee in front of her eyes. In such a posture, he had to look up at her to make the two people's eyes meet. The usual sense of superiority and alienation naturally faded a lot.

"I'm sorry, I kept you here for more than a month..." He looked at him, the early morning sun fell into his eyes, and even the thick eyelashes were dyed golden.

He reached out, subconsciously wanting to touch her face, but she turned his head away again.

Qing Xiaomo looked down at her fingers, and said softly, "Forget it, it doesn't matter if you're here or not."

She had been wanting to go out before because she wanted to know if Ethan was still alive. If he was still alive, then their agreement to live together in Chicago would still be valid.

(End of this chapter)