How can the president be fierce

Chapter 666 The little dwarf who plays the flute badly.

Seeing the three of them staring at him with wide-eyed eyes, Liang Mo, who came back from the bathroom, tilted his head triumphantly: "Did I guess wrong?"

"You know what pregnancy is at a young age!"

Qing Xiaomo pulled him to her side with all her strength, and smiled awkwardly at the person facing her: "I'm sorry for the kid talking nonsense, I... I suddenly remembered that I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

Ethan was in a daze, and subconsciously called her: "Alisa..."

Seeing that she was just grabbing Xiao Zhengtai's hand and leaving in a hurry, just as she was about to catch up, she heard the surprised voice of the girl beside her: "Does she have a son? Ethan, is that her and the president's child?"

"..."

……

"It's obviously pregnant! You can tell it at a glance!"

Unwilling to be reprimanded, Xiaozheng pouted with displeasure on her face: "You adults are so strange, you are not shy when you do something embarrassing, we children are not allowed to say a word!"

Qing Xiaomo rested her forehead with one hand, she didn't know what to say anymore.

Now she just wants to imitate the people in the ancient costume TV series, so she knocked the bastard unconscious with a slap, and told him to shut up quickly.

But considering that the price of knocking him out would be very likely to be swallowed alive by Liang Mu, he still suppressed this idea.

She felt that the car turned a corner and stopped somewhere. When she looked up, she realized that they didn't go back, but stopped in front of a high-end hidden tea house.

"what happened?"

"I'm sorry madam, I received an order from my husband earlier, saying that the tea here is good, let me drive you and the young master to have a taste."

"..."

Are you sick?At noon, she was going crazy with hunger, but he wanted her to come to the restaurant to taste tea?

Refuse simply and neatly: "I'm not interested, take me back, I'm hungry."

The next moment, the driver got out of the car and opened the door for her without any further explanation, but there was still a very respectful smile on his face.

Reach out and don't hit the smiling man.

White teeth bit her lower lip hard.

endured.

Seeing the car stop, the manager of the restaurant bowed his waist and came out to meet him personally, smiling like a flower: "Madam, this way please."

Qing Xiaomo originally wanted to correct his address, but after thinking about it, she felt that it was too deliberate.

Hold on.

Liang Mo felt her disgust, took her hand, and was thrown away by her. He didn't give up, and leaned forward to hold it cheekily, but was thrown away again by her.

As expected of Liang Musheng's kind, he can be bent and stretched, arrogant and arrogant as if the whole world is not worthy of him, and thick-skinned as if he can bear ten thousand times of disgust.

Just like that, I tossed all the way up to the second floor.

……

The teahouse is exceptionally quiet, there is no sign of a single guest along the way, and the refreshing fragrance of tea floats everywhere.

The manager personally pushed open the northernmost box on the second floor and invited them in.

The wool carpet absorbed all the sound, and the surrounding was quiet, and the woman's clear laughter could be heard: "I was not sensible at that time, and I didn't know how to tell my parents when I was teased, and I cried secretly for a long time... ..."

Across a landscape screen, I couldn't see the woman's appearance clearly, but I could vaguely see the slim figure and the long hair curled up to the waist like seaweed, which should be a beauty embryo.

"What about sir? Don't always tell me, sir, tell me about interesting things about you when you were young. I'm so curious."

After a full few seconds, the man's low-pitched and magnetic voice came: "Is it fun to be tortured by a little guy who can't play the flute so badly that you can't fall asleep?"

　Today's update is here, Mr. President, you speak in Jiangzi, and the consequences are very serious. . . . “_”

　　
　
(End of this chapter)