How can the president be fierce

Chapter 758 Still want to be the president's wife?

The sky is getting brighter.

She closed her eyes, but she didn't feel any drowsiness anymore. She felt the man next to her get off the bed gently, and helped her tuck the corner of the quilt, and then went into the bathroom.

She opened her eyes and stared at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling without focus.

After a long time, he sighed softly.

……

The aroma of tea is tangy.

A woman in a goose yellow long dress appeared in the private room amidst the scent of tea. Her long curly hair hung loosely over her shoulders, her flaming red lips, and soft eyebrows and eyes looked a bit like the days when she was popular in the entertainment industry.

Qing Xiaomo raised her chin, motioning for her to sit down.

Mu Siyao took a seat opposite her slowly, leaned back slowly, with a condescending attitude: "It's not easy, the President's wife personally received me, I'm really flattered."

Qing Xiaomo sipped her tea and smiled slightly: "Let's make a condition, as long as I can do it, I will try my best."

Mu Siyao fiddled with her hair with long fingers, looking interested: "What? Didn't he say he's not interested in the old man's last wish? Why did he turn around and ask you to beg me again?"

"You have known Liang Musheng for so long, you should know that this kind of thing is not his style! I came today, but he didn't know."

"Oh?"

Mu Siyao briefly threw out a word, then said no more, lightly tapped the table with her fingers, and looked at her thoughtfully.

She didn't speak, and Qing Xiaomo didn't say any more, and looked back at her with a smile.

That's right, it's true that she came here today with a low profile, but if the profile is too low, it will not be a good thing for her.

She wanted to know that Mr. Liang's last wish was correct, but relatively speaking, Mu Siyao was actually more anxious to throw out this hot potato. After all, if Liang Musheng didn't look for her, and she didn't look for her, then this last wish would be gone. is any chip.

Sure enough, after a few minutes of silence between each other, Mu Siyao took the initiative to speak again: "You should know that the person who designed to frame you that night was not only Zhou Min, but also Mr. Liang, right? Just don't hate him at all? Or do you mean?" ...You love Liang Musheng so much that you are willing to give up that hatred for him?"

Qing Xiaomo frowned, and tapped her finger on the table: "I'm here today to make a deal, not to talk, Miss Mu, just ask what you want. I'll weigh whether it's worth it. If it doesn't work, forget it. At least I have worked hard and have a clear conscience, don’t you think so?”

She threw out a heavy dose of medicine calmly, turning passive into active.

Mu Siyao squinted her eyes, and then sneered: "Since you don't want to know that much, then I'd better go, maybe one day Liang Musheng will come to me uncontrollably?"

After the words fell, he really got up, picked up his bag and walked out.

Qing Xiaomo continued to drink tea without changing her face, and let her leave.

They all knew what kind of temperament Liang Musheng had. Now that the words had been spoken, it was absolutely impossible to take the initiative to find her again.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, the woman left and returned.

"I thought about it, since I've already come here, it would be rather boring to waste time and effort to go back..."

She shrugged and sat back: "What Musheng said that day is correct. The old man's last wish is that you can leave Musheng. This country needs him so much, and you... have no qualifications to be the wife of the president at all."

Qing Xiaomo couldn't help laughing: "Are you qualified? Mu Siyao, although you have quit the entertainment circle now, you should know that once you enter the entertainment circle, you will never have the word 'quit', right? Liangcheng, half of the people know that you once had a child with Liangzui, and now you still want to be the president's wife? Do you think the presidential palace has too little reputation?"

(End of this chapter)