How can the president be fierce

Chapter 783 Pudding, tell uncle, how old are you?

As soon as the words came out, the whole dining table fell into a dead silence.

Violent as cold and drunk, there is actually such a gentle and careful side, the movement of rubbing the little pudding's head just now is so shocking!

Xia Huan took a bite of the crayfish and couldn't swallow it anymore.

Looking at it like this, there is a high probability that he is Little Pudding's real father.

Liang Musheng was right next to him, although Qing Xiaomo didn't look at him, but out of the corner of his eyes, he could clearly feel the pale traces of his knuckles holding the water glass.

At the beginning, Zhou Min's plan was correct, only by getting her related to Liang Zui, could Liang Musheng's thoughts be completely cut off.

With that in mind, he didn't make a sound to refute.

Silence at this time is tantamount to acquiescence.

Xishang glanced at Liang Musheng with a complicated expression, and seeing Xia Huan was still digging for food in high spirits, he hurriedly stuffed a crayfish that hadn't had time to peel into her mouth: "Don't eat or sleep. "

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After dinner, Little Pudding got acquainted with a few men quickly, playing with the dolls and watching them play cards in the living room.

Qing Xiaomo and Xia Huan were packing up the tableware in the kitchen, and Ji Shengbai had already packed up and came over to say goodbye.

"Leave in such a hurry?" Qing Xiaomo was immediately reluctant, she was still counting on him to be a pair with Pudding.

"Well, there is something urgent at home."

He said so, and it was not easy for her to keep her, but she still left her phone number and home address with ill intentions, thinking that if she had a chance to bring Pudding, she would often go to the door to improve their relationship.

In the living room, Xishang teased the beautiful little pudding: "Pudin, tell uncle, how old are you?"

Pudding blinked his dark eyes: "Two years and eight months..."

Someone probably taught her. When asked about her age, she immediately gestured with 2 and 8 with her short hands.

Xishang rough calculated the time in his mind, and helplessly raised his eyes to look at the man quietly smoking a cigarette in front of the window.

Originally, I wanted to do an appraisal, but now it seems that there is no need for that. This girl is obviously the crystallization of her being with Liang Zui that night.

Their conversation was not loud or low, but it was enough for Liang Musheng to hear, but he didn't seem to have any reaction, only frowning, looking at the vast blue mountains outside the window without emotion.

Liangzui stole half of an apple from the kitchen, ate half of it, handed the remaining half to Little Pudding, and squeezed her little chin: "Honey, call me Daddy."

Rather than saying this to Pudding, it is better to say that he is provoking Liang Musheng.

Qing Xiaomo just saw Ji Shengbai off, and when she heard his words when she went upstairs, she subconsciously glanced at Liang Musheng's figure.

Seeing that he didn't seem to respond, he cleared his voice and said, "My place is too small to accommodate so many people. Why don't you all go back first, and I'll bring Pudding to meet you sometime when I have time."

As soon as the words fell, I heard the drunken ruffian's teasing laughter: "I don't need to go back, do I? It's enough for the idlers to leave. Our family of three just lives well."

Qing Xiaomo was silent and didn't speak, she agreed.

Liang Musheng crushed the smoke between his fingers, glanced at her indifferently, and said without emotion: "Since we have reached this point, there is no point in forcing it, I will explain it to Liang Mo. .”

After the words fell, he turned around and went downstairs indifferently.

Qing Xiaomo lowered her head and tidied up the broken hair beside her ears, her half-drawn eyelashes covered all the emotions in her eyes.

(End of this chapter)