How can the president be fierce

Chapter 793 He has the same blood as Liang Zui...

Thinking that several cabinet officials in the past two days looked at her like a vixen, as if she had used some sorcery to keep him here and refused to go back, I couldn't suppress my anger.

"Liang Musheng, as a husband and wife, do you have to make me notorious and have nowhere to go to be satisfied?" Gradually raised the tone.

"..."

"Liang Musheng, are you fucking deaf?!! Listen to me..."

"Mom! Mom, Mom, Mom..."

Liang Mo suddenly ran in with a disapproving expression on his face, shaking his head at her repeatedly: "Don't swear! What if my sister learns it?"

Qing Xiaomo: "..."

"Also, don't struggle anymore, come back to the presidential palace with us, or I will be alone, alone..."

"Why are you alone? Isn't your father also in the presidential palace?"

Liang Mo raised his head at a 45-degree angle and made a sad gesture: "You're not here, he doesn't go back very often, I don't see him two or three times a month, it's like living in an orphanage, deserted, miserable... ..."

"..."

Qing Xiaomo's guilt was quickly aroused.

He is not like Little Pudding. From pregnancy to birth to babbling, she has been with her all the way, and has given her everything she needs except fatherly love.

He was silent for a long time, but just touched his little face with distress.

……

When Liang Musheng came out of the shower, Qing Xiaomo, who was supposed to be sound asleep, was standing by the window, blowing the wind, with an empty wine glass in hand.

She is not as addicted to alcohol as Xia Huan, but occasionally she will use alcohol to relieve her worries a little.

Half an hour ago, she received a call. She was not an old friend, but she could barely be called an acquaintance.

——He has the same blood as Liang Zui, do you think he really cares about the joys and sorrows of millions of people in this country?

This is what Yohji said.

Running Liangcheng in an orderly manner only means that he has this ability, not how much he cares about it. Liangzui is unrestrained and bloodthirsty, and he may not be able to count how many lives he has taken in a single thought. The elder brother of the president, Liang Musheng, is cold-blooded and indifferent in his bones, probably no less than him.

But the Yao family is different. The mission and sense of responsibility follow them from birth, assisting the Liang family, and the prosperity of Liangcheng is more important to them than life.

So he bluntly threatened her.

Within three days, if Liang Musheng doesn't go back, then he will personally 'pick up' them.

She didn't know Yohji well, but she had heard a lot about his vigorous and aggressive style.

Well, one word.

Look, when, fear, fear!
The sound of wine spilling into the wine glass came to her ears, she came back to her senses, took half a glass of red wine from Liang Musheng, raised her head and drank it all in one gulp.

The man's hand clinging to the other wine glass paused in mid-air while maintaining the gesture of clinking glasses, and a dark light flashed in the bottom of his eyes.

The night breeze is slightly cool, blowing away the aroma of wine.

Qing Xiaomo frowned and swallowed the hot liquid, and the tip of her index finger slid across the cold window sill: "I heard that you didn't bring her back?"

Who this 'she' refers to is self-evident.

How much trouble she had in New Zealand back then, she knew a thing or two from the fact that he dragged his seriously ill body to rush there overnight. She chose to leave because she didn't want him to be in a dilemma again.

The man's eyelashes were half drooping, and a gloomy light was drawn down: "She gave birth to me."

Those four words seemed like they didn't say anything, but also seemed like they had exhausted thousands of words.

Qing Xiaomo suddenly smiled and nodded: "I know, so, I will let you go."

(End of this chapter)