How can the president be fierce

Chapter 670 You, let me see if you hit another one?

No wonder Xia Huan despised him, a hypocrite who judges people by their appearance!snort!

The door of the lounge was opened again, and an unprecedented cold air swept in!

The owner of the three-color club shivered subconsciously, and the cold sweat became more and more profuse.

Several bodyguards in suits and leather shoes confronted the muscular silence guarding the door, only two secretaries walked in quietly following the aggressive man.

As if she was the only one in this huge room, the man's cold and critical gaze had never moved away from her face since he entered.

"Look at your ghostly look now. The wife of the president of a country is so promising that she will fight with others. Do you want to send you to kindergarten next time?"

"..."

So what kind of 'ghost' is she now?
Hearing the words 'President's wife', Feng Ying seemed to be taken aback, her previously aggressive gaze suddenly became a little shy, and leaned closer to Feng Baizun like a child who made a mistake .

Gu Mian was the only one in the whole process, indifferent, her whole body was numb, and she didn't even blink her eyes.

Qing Xiaomo always felt that there was something wrong with her tonight, and it was only now that she suddenly realized it.

Make up.

The little girl in my memory has always been wearing no makeup. Her complexion is naturally fair, and her small face is full of natural collagen. Any modification is superfluous.

And in my impression, she always wore very clean clothes, all of which were extremely cheap and ordinary clothes. Every penny she earned was used to buy his brother a house in Liangcheng to marry a wife.

But tonight, she not only put on makeup, but also wore a set of brand-name tight skirts, which can be seen to be of great value.

It is estimated that the bewildered little rich second generation next to her gave her.

In a daze, the man's chin was suddenly raised slightly violently.

She came back to her senses, and when she raised her eyes, the man's infinitely magnified and flawless handsome face magnified in front of her eyes: "Your husband interrupted the meeting and came to clean up the mess of the wife who was fighting. How dare you be distracted? Huh?"

Angry.

I'm afraid it wasn't his meeting with foreign heads of state that was interrupted, but the candlelight dinner between him and the little beauty that Mu's newly picked out to curry favor with him, right?
She turned her face away, and her voice was so flat that there was no ups and downs: "Sorry, I'm not the president's wife, and I don't need you to clean up the mess for me. I can handle my own affairs by myself."

The dark pupils shrank suddenly!
The hostility gathered in an instant and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Liang Musheng stared at her like that, and suddenly smiled, but the smile didn't seep into his eyes at all.

He tidied up his sleeves casually, Shi Shiran sat down in the single sofa chair next to him, and lazily smoked a cigarette: "Then let me see how this 'not the president's wife' woman can clean up the mess by herself. Just a little tired, take a rest first, you clean up slowly, don't mind me."

The secretary next to him bent down and offered the lighter.

With a crisp 'pop', the firelight reflected the man's Liang Mo's side face slightly softly, and turned cold again in the next instant.

He slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, and glanced at the silent room: "Why don't you talk anymore? Aren't they all good at talking?"

silence……

"Ah, I see. Don't you all like to solve problems by fighting? I'm sorry I was late before and didn't catch up with the excitement. Let's see if you fight again?"

The word 'you' directly pointed the finger at Feng Ying.

(End of this chapter)