How can the president be fierce

Chapter 741 This is my husband, Mr. Liang Mu Shengliang.

"Yo, what a coincidence, I met you here."

Suddenly, a woman's pretty voice came, and Qing Xiaomo, who was about to enter the consultation room, stopped, and when she stopped, Liang Musheng beside her also stopped.

Xia Huan was wearing high-end women's clothing with strong colors, full of aura, turned around and begged a scissors hand to the phone: "You are lucky today, you can meet my best friend during filming, ah, and Mr. President ! Did you see it? Mr. President is very handsome in private, right?"

As she said that, she turned her head and looked at Qing Xiaomo: "By the way, what are you guys doing coming to the hospital so late? Are you pregnant with a baby again? You already have such a handsome son, will you have another beautiful daughter? Haha... "

She is live! ! !

Liang Musheng narrowed his eyes dangerously.

The fans who were watching Xia Huan's live broadcast had already exploded. After all, a big man like the president would only appear in the serious news. Suddenly appearing in the camera of an entertainment star, the shock is still very shocking. strong.

And it was still late at night, and beside her was the legendary wife of the president who had been rumored for a long time.

Someone has already noticed the marks on her neckline with sharp eyes, and posted a series of comments in the comments, followed by a series of exclamation points!

Soon, everyone found out.

"Momo, say hello to my fans." Xia Huan maintained a standard star smile and waved to the fans.

The strength of the big hand pinched at the waist was astonishing.

Qing Xiaomo's left hand hanging by her side tightened tightly, but her right hand waved towards the camera very naturally: "Hi everyone, I am Qing Xiaomo, and this is my husband, Mr. Liang Mu Shengliang."

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This is my husband, Mr. Liangmu Shengliang.

This is the first time Qing Xiaomo has introduced Liang Musheng to others like this, and there are tens of millions of people.

Regarding the president's private affairs, no media dared to report and speculate. Even if Qing Xiaomo was once photographed and rumored to be the president's wife, it was just a private word of mouth.

But in this era where everyone is self-media, there is no permanent secret, especially Xia Huan, a 'self-media' with super traffic itself.

The night in early spring is very cold.

Two in the morning.

On the big bed, the woman was sleeping soundly with her son in her arms, breathing evenly.

The curtains were open, and the faint light from the yard shone in, illuminating the bandages wrapped around her white wrists. Even though they had been changed many times, traces of bloodshot eyes were still faintly visible.

There is a depressing and cold atmosphere spreading in the air.

The phone buzzed and vibrated in the dark, butler Zhou's name flickered on and off on the screen, and finally fell silent.

Pale fingers protruded soundlessly, and then froze when they barely touched the trace.

The throat bone seemed to be strangled by an invisible big hand, the breathing was cut off, and only faint creaking sounds could be heard.

The man's handsome and clear face turned cold and pale in the night, but his lips were so bright red that they were almost bleeding, like a newly transformed vampire, cold and dangerous.

As soon as the door was opened and closed, some light from the corridor leaked in, and then disappeared quickly.

It wasn't until the roar of a sports car came from downstairs that the person on the bed moved and slowly opened his eyes.

This is my husband, Mr. Liangmu Shengliang.

She got up and leaned against the bed, playing with the phone with her fingertips, said the words on the tip of her tongue several times playfully, and curled her lips in a self-deprecating manner.

The so-called husband...

(End of this chapter)