How can the president be fierce

Chapter 795 Did I pick it up from the side of the road? !

"At most half an hour."

At the dining table, Qing Xiaomo absent-mindedly tore open the croissant and said firmly, "Pudding has never left me. If he wakes up and doesn't see me, he will cry until he collapses."

Xia Huan raised her exquisite eyebrows, disapprovingly: "Not necessarily? I think she likes Liang Musheng quite a lot."

Qing Xiaomo held up an index finger and shook it: "NONONO, that's because I'm by the side, anyone can hug her, but when she just woke up, I wouldn't want to hug her, just wait, he will soon You won’t be able to hold on and beg to give me the pudding.”

Xia Huan lazily leaned back in the chair and took a sip of red wine: "Then we will wait and see."

Time passed by minute by minute.

Across the table, the little woman on the opposite side gradually became restless. She glanced at her watch constantly. The steak on the plate was completely cold, and she mechanically stuffed it into her mouth from time to time.

Pudding takes a nap for two hours every day, and if he calculates the time, he should be awake.

However, she hasn't slept well at night in the past two days, and it's possible that she sleeps longer at noon.

hold on……

wait wait wait...

Ten... Twenty... Thirty...

Xia Huan came back from the bathroom after putting on her makeup. Seeing that she was still sitting there, her face was extremely depressed, and she couldn't help laughing: "Don't tell me you're jealous!"

It's a good thing that Liang Musheng can take good care of Pudding. For a man like him who was born with an aura of indifference, the children should be instinctively afraid.

If pudding is not afraid of him, at least it means that he has expressed his tender side to her.

Qing Xiaomo clenched her fists tightly, and gritted her teeth angrily: "Jealous? Why should I be jealous?! I'm just worried that he might get impatient watching Pudding cry all the time, leave her alone in the room, or beat her until he dare not Cry...you know, there are a lot of abnormalities these days."

Xia Huan didn't try to argue with her, and put her arms around her chest, looking like she was enjoying the show: "I guess you don't have the mood to watch movies anymore, what? Do you want to go back and see if your precious daughter has suffered inhuman abuse? "

In a word, inexplicably aroused her rebellious heart.

Well, it's unlikely that he would beat the pudding by hand, but it's very possible that he left the crying pudding and ignored it. Perhaps his patience has not been exhausted, or it may take some time.

She took a deep breath, calmed down her complicated mood, and stood up: "Why are you not in the mood? Go now! After watching the movie, go to the Sanse club to have a good time!"

……

At around 9 o'clock in the evening, a gust of wind blew up for no reason and brought in a drizzle.

Liang Musheng went downstairs holding the pink ball that had just taken the bubble bath, and saw Liang Mo who was practicing calligraphy in the living room looking at him with eyes of infinite expectation.

"how?"

"Father, did you hug and bathe me like this when I was a child? Why do I have no memory at all?"

The man calmly passed the straw of warm milk to Pudding's mouth: "I haven't washed it for you, so naturally I won't have an impression."

Liang Mo's smile froze on his face.

He threw away the brush and said angrily, "Why?! Don't you like me?! Did I pick it up from the side of the road?!"

What responded to him was a serious suspicion of default silence.

Or, someone just didn't hear what they were yelling at all.

Because he suddenly frowned and raised Little Pudding's chin, and began to look at her facial features seriously.

(End of this chapter)