How can the president be fierce

Chapter 708 I'll help you take care of Ryomo, and you settle that bastard Yohji for me.

Ah Sheng.

This is how close they are. In less than a month, the address has been changed from Mr. to Asheng.

Qing Xiaomo raised her hand and casually fiddled with the hair beside her ears: "Sorry, I have friends waiting for me, I'm afraid it's inconvenient."

Mu Huanian didn't force it, and nodded with a smile: "Okay, we will meet again later when we have time."

Turned around and entered the elevator, all the way to the VIP lounge on the top floor, the noble man was sitting leisurely by the window, a cigarette was burnt between his fingers, but he didn't realize it.

The north wind was howling outside the window, but the interior was as warm as spring. The bright sunshine fell on the man's clean and white shirt, and it seemed as if he could smell the refreshing mint fragrance that belonged to him from a distance.

She walked over, stepping on the soft wool carpet with her pointed high heels without making a sound.

He didn't even look at her until he sat down across from him.

Mu Huanian followed his line of sight to look outside, smiled slightly, but still couldn't hide the loneliness in his eyes: "You took time to accompany me for a beauty treatment today, isn't it because you know she's here too?"

The man's cold lips pursed into a cold arc, he withdrew his thoughts, and crushed the cigarette between his fingers into the ashtray: "I'll go to the bathroom, you can do it yourself."

Mu Huanian's red lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but looking at his figure striding away, it seemed that a fishbone was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say a word.

……

Coming out of the bathroom, just as he was about to wash his hands, he saw a familiar figure coming out of the men's bathroom next to him out of the corner of his eye.

With a slight thought, just as he turned around, a man's indifferent voice came from behind him: "Don't you wash your hands? We shouldn't be so far apart that we can't even share a sink, right?"

Qing Xiaomo wanted to pretend that she didn't hear and continue walking, but after thinking about it, she felt that doing so seemed too deliberate, and it seemed that she cared more about him.

Simply fold back generously and wash your hands.

Liang Musheng took out the handkerchief that he carried with him, wiped his fingers slowly, and looked at her with unclear eyes: "I came here with a friend today, I didn't know you were here."

friend.

These two words are very interesting.

Qing Xiaomo concentrated on washing her hands, and smiled perfunctorily: "Oh."

"Who did you come with?"

"Also friends."

"How have you been recently?"

"Thank you for your concern, it's good."

Seeing her get up, Liang Musheng passed the handkerchief over, but she had already turned around and took out the sanitary napkin next to her and began to wipe her fingers.

The man frowned indiscernibly: "Did I tell you that the tissues in this place are not clean?"

Dead cleanliness!
Qing Xiaomo crumpled up the paper towels and threw them into the trash can, looked up at him with a smile on her face, "If you think this place is not clean, then why don't you go to the bathroom, Mr. President, and ask the Presidential Palace to build a safe for you later?" In a sterile room of [-] square meters, it would be nice to stay in it for a lifetime!"

Turn around and leave.

Liang Musheng calmly blocked her way, and his burning eyes fell: "Liang Mo has been making a lot of noise these two days, is it convenient for you to take him to live with you for two days?"

Why should she take care of his son?

My brain is flooded.

Qing Xiaomo rolled his eyes at him, walked around him and left.

Liang Musheng was not in a hurry to chase after him, he lighted a cigarette slowly, and the slight spark reflected two clusters of intense flames in his eyes.

Five seconds later, the little woman who had gone away before came back, frowning: "I'll take care of Ryomo for you for two days, and you can deal with that bastard Yoji for me, ok?"

Liang Musheng smiled slightly: "OK."

He didn't even ask what he was trying to settle, obviously knowing what Yohji was up to these days.

Knowing it clearly, but letting it go, isn't it just to wait for her to take the initiative to ask him for help?
Qing Xiaomo suddenly had the illusion of jumping into a hole dug by others long ago.

　Thank you for the 99 red sleeve coins given by the baby of the rest of my life and the long-term addiction ghl, and all the babies who gave red beans, how old are you, I love you so much~~~
　　
　
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