How can the president be fierce

Chapter 789 I feel like an adopted child...

Liang Mo vomited bitterly in a hurry, and begged for comfort with aggrieved words: "Can it be the same? Dad doesn't like me, not to mention taking me out to play, but he never even eats with me! He blames me... blames me for saying the wrong thing. You left sadly, and have been thinking about throwing me to Uncle Yoji to go to some kind of devil training camp. I heard that only one tenth of the people who go in there can come out alive! Mom, I’m so scared, I’m still a baby ..."

Qing Xiaomo's face turned pale when she heard this: "Is Liang Mu crazy?"

Yohji's killer training camp was not fabricated out of thin air, she had indeed heard Liang Zui mention it, to be exact, it was not a camp, but an island, where wild lions, leopards and even poisonous snakes roamed everywhere.

The children there are all carefully selected children who have the potential to be agents. Although it is not as exaggerated as Liang Mo said that only one tenth of them will survive, it is indeed extremely cruel. The wild lifestyle, they will only Accept the protection of adults before the age of 15, and then begin to accept the test of life and death after the age of 15, wrestle with adults, and fight with wild beasts...

In other words, every laziness and indecision before the age of 15 will become the cause of their death in the future.

In fact, she couldn't accept the existence of such a place, but she had to admit that the people who successfully walked out of it did have the reach, vigilance and thinking that surpassed any mercenary.

Only those who have passed this test are eligible to become the president's personal bodyguard.

"He seldom talks to me, and occasionally meets me at home, and he just ignores me. I feel like I'm an adopted child..."

"Last time, just because I had a fight with a classmate, he punished me and shut me up in a dark room. He didn't give me a bite of food or a drop of water for a whole day and night!"

"And there's..."

Liang Mo completely forgot what he swore to Liang Musheng on the way here, and he just wanted to tell how he suffered inhuman abuse in the past three years without her.

Qing Xiaomo frowned frequently, but was still unable to connect the indifferent and mean Liang Musheng in his description with the Liang Musheng in his memory.

There is no breakfast in the town, only the simplest fried dough sticks, soybean milk and steamed buns.

Qing Xiaomo cooks breakfast very early in the morning, and basically brings small puddings here to buy some back home, and she gets to know the boss very well.

Seeing that there was a tall and handsome young man beside her this time, the proprietress exclaimed in surprise: "Whose child is this? Why does he look like the president in the TV news!"

Qing Xiaomo smiled slightly, and touched Liang Mo's little head with one hand: "This is my son."

The proprietress chuckled: "Yes, yes, it looks exactly like you!"

Obviously she took that sentence as a joke, thinking that some relative brought a child to visit her.

Qing Xiaomo didn't explain, took the soy milk fritters with a smile, tore off a small piece and handed it to Pudding.

She is easily hungry in the morning, and she will eat before she gets home, and she is used to giving her a small piece as soon as she buys it.

Don't look at it with greedy eyes. Usually, the delicacies of the Presidential Palace are tasteless, but now, just looking at the golden deep-fried dough sticks will make your mouth water.

Qing Xiaomo handed him the remaining half: "Do you want some?"

Liang Mo hesitated: "But Dad only allows me to eat at the dining table..."

"This is not the presidential palace, what he says doesn't matter."

...Just wait for this sentence.

(End of this chapter)