How can the president be fierce

Chapter 757 Why Hate Her?

Watching him slowly clenched the little hand in his palm, his calm voice seemed to be filled with turbulent waves: "What I couldn't do when he was alive, why should I do it after he dies? For whom?"

This sentence almost runs counter to the concept of "every last wish must be fulfilled" in human history.

Mu Siyao's entire face was distorted, turning blue and purple, and her voice was almost out of control: "Mu Sheng, don't lie to me! I know you have been refusing to see her these days! You obviously hate her! Why did you Do you want to force yourself so much? You..."

"Why do you hate her?"

Liang Musheng was a little confused: "It was the old man who designed her, and I was the one who provoked the old man to get sick and die. This hatred, no matter how I calculate it, can't be blamed on her. I don't see her and I don't answer her phone. I just don't want her to see me too. You look sick and weak, you think too much."

With a pale face, Mu Siyao staggered back two steps, stared at him with absent-minded eyes, and after a while, bit her lower lip hard with her white teeth, turned around and left angrily.

She didn't notice Liang Musheng's unconsciously curled fingers when he said the phrase 'I stimulated my illness and passed away', but Qing Xiaomo did.

His fingers were astonishingly icy, and he couldn't feel the slightest bit of temperature.

The sun was shining brightly above her head, but her body seemed to be infected by the astonishing coolness of his fingers, and she shivered a little from the cold.

Don't see her, don't answer her phone, is it really just that she doesn't want her to see his weak appearance?

She didn't dare to think deeply.

……

Always have nightmares.

When I wake up from a dream at midnight, I always touch the man next to me subconsciously, feeling his warmth, and it seems that the heart in my throat can return to my chest safely.

But the chill on his body could not dissipate for a long time.

She would always dream of him lying beside her in the cold, which was so real that it frightened her, and sometimes she couldn't even tell which one was real.

Liang Musheng also seemed to have been sleeping restlessly, and every time she woke up, she would wake him up.

In the darkness, the man's warm palm touched her forehead, feeling the traces of moisture, and said in a low voice, "Why are you sweating so much? Is it hot?"

Qing Xiaomo's thoughts were unsteady, her throat was so dry that she couldn't speak a word, she just shook her head and burrowed into his arms.

The man's hand gently combed her hair: "Give me a little more time, Alisa, just a little more time..."

He really needs a little time to adjust himself.

Qing Xiaomo knew why he said that.

Although from that day on, they hugged and slept together every night, but apart from this, there was nothing else.

Not even a kiss.

Qing Xiaomo didn't know whether his psychological obstacle was the old man and Zhou Min, or... cold drunk.

He didn't ask about what happened that night, so she didn't mention it, she couldn't mention it, and she didn't know how to mention it.

But in the final analysis, it was just her luck. Zhou Min was too clear about Liang Zui's personality, so he thought of designing him, but he didn't expect him to endure until the end.

If it were another man, she would not be able to escape that nightmare fate no matter what.

Not only does he have mental disorders, but she does too.

(End of this chapter)