How can the president be fierce

Chapter 775 No matter how good it is, can it be better than Mrs. Liang?
Qing Xiaomo lowered her head and coughed softly: "Then what, go out first, it will disturb Pudding to sleep here."

She said, gently pushing his waist.

Even through a thin layer of shirt, she still clearly felt the temperature of her palm.

The displeasure in the man's eyes trembled slightly.

From the bedroom to the kitchen, the distance was less than 20 steps, but Qing Xiaomo walked extremely hard.

Ji Shengbai stood in front of the window, quietly looking at the rolling green hills in the distance, with a pensive posture.

People who talk less are either born introverted and taciturn, or... it is a habit formed to prevent themselves from revealing too many flaws.

How could it be possible for a person who is naturally introverted and reticent to precipitate such a fierce and compelling eyes and aura.

As if he didn't like exposing himself to the scrutiny of others, Ji Shengbai turned around, said 'I'll go out', and disappeared at the stairs.

Liang Musheng took a leisurely seat on the sofa, took the tea handed over by Qing Xiaomo naturally, took a sip, and frowned dissatisfied.

Qing Xiaomo sat down in the single sofa chair next to her, biting her lips lightly with her white teeth: "Are you... all these years... are you okay? Liang Mo... is also pretty good, right?"

"No matter how good it is, can you live well with Mrs. Liang? The green mountains and green waters, accompanied by a handsome guy, live a carefree life that our father and son can't even envy."

"..."

She would be an idiot if she couldn't hear such obvious irony.

Qing Xiaomo lowered her head and fiddled with the hem of her clothes, not knowing how to respond, so she simply stopped responding.

Liang Musheng stared at her, with a superior posture, and a tone like interrogating a prisoner: "That man, what's his name and what does he do?"

Qing Xiaomo coughed lightly: "Then what... What's the matter with you coming to see me? You see, I'm doing well now... You look good too, we..."

The stuttering voice faded away from the man's gradually chilling gaze.

Not a good feeling.

When Liang Musheng was extremely angry, he didn't speak much, his thin lips were drawn into a line, and the frost on his face was thicker and thicker.

In the hot summer, the temperature in the living room was 29, but Qing Xiaomo was still raw and had goose bumps all over her body.

"You know why I left, Liang Musheng. I'm actually not a character who can't live without anyone, and I don't like the restrictive life in the presidential palace. We are separated, and your mother will not force you so crazily anymore, yes You are good to me."

In fact, she has never been able to understand this man's obsession with a complete marriage.

During the time before she left, she could see how much pain he was going through. She ate very little and slept very little, as if he had been trapped in some kind of nightmare and couldn't break free.

Her departure should be a breakthrough for him, allowing him to be relieved.

Liang Musheng's eyes somehow added a bit of sadness: "Then what if I have a character that can't live without me?"

he?
A character that can't live without anyone?

Are you kidding me?
Qing Xiaomo wanted to laugh a little, but when she met his gaze, she couldn't laugh anymore. She muttered and said dryly, "We're not seventeen or eighteen-year-old adolescent girls..."

"Then what if I have a character that can't live without you?"

"Liang Musheng, don't do this..."

"What if I just can't live without you? Qing Xiaomo, have you ever believed that you can't live without me?!"

(End of this chapter)