How can the president be fierce

Chapter 797 Qing Xiaomo, You Cross the River and Destroy the Bridge!
A shadow fell over the top of the head in the blink of an eye, and the surrounding temperature plummeted, but the man's gentle voice swished down like a knife: "Is it good-looking? Huh?"

A soft "hmm" raised at the end made her shudder inexplicably.

Obviously, the relationship between them is now only a joint parenting relationship.

Don't be afraid, even if she immediately announces that she has a boyfriend, he has no right to ask.

Qing Xiaomo clenched her hands, raised her head, and used all her innocence and innocence in her life to defend herself: "It was Xia Huan's idea! You know, I've never been interested in such things!"

Xia Huan was angry: "Qing Xiaomo, you cross the river and tear down the bridge!!"

"Xia Huan, you traitor!"

"You are ruthless, you are shameless, you are making trouble for no reason!!"

"Aren't you heartless, shameless, and vexatious?!"

"Why am I heartless, shameless, and unreasonable?"

"Why are you not ruthless, how shameless..."

Xishang lost patience first, hooked Xia Huan's back collar with one hand, picked her up, and walked straight out: "You like to watch, don't you? I'll let you watch as much as you want!"

"..."

Xia Huan's spineless begging for mercy gradually faded away, and the three men in the room who were in the way were quickly cleared out, and the box suddenly fell into a strange dead silence.

Above the head, there was a crisp 'pop' sound suddenly.

Liang Musheng lit a cigarette, sat down on the tea table in front of her with his long legs crossed, his eyelashes half drawn, and looked down at her drooping little face from top to bottom.

The smell of tobacco gradually enveloped the whole body, with a dangerous and strange breath.

Before he could speak, the dead silence seemed to be stretched infinitely, Qing Xiaomo's nerves gradually became tense, and she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.

Staring at the light, the man's handsome face was hidden in the darkness, and it was difficult to distinguish between emotions and anger.

Even though she didn't see anything clearly, the oppressive feeling became more and more clear. After all, she still couldn't sit still. She got up, and just about to escape, a man's deep and cold voice sounded in the next second: "Sit down."

Her body reacted faster than her brain, and she sat down immediately like a trained puppy.

The man flicked the cigarette ash with his fingers, and the sharp-edged outline buried an indifferent arc: "Theoretically speaking, it has nothing to do with me whether you come to see the man..."

When Qing Xiaomo heard this, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, in the next moment, I heard the man add in a calm and unhurried manner: "But in fact, I still feel bad. Since it makes me feel bad, it has something to do with me. Since I have relationship, you should follow my rules."

"..."

Qing Xiaomo was dumbfounded.

What kind of weird theory is this?Does the President usually use this logic to talk about national affairs with heads of state?

When she looked up, she just met the handsome face of the man approaching suddenly.

She held her breath subconsciously, and clearly felt the strength of the man's fingertips hooking her chin, which was close to a warning force.

"Similar things, don't let me find out a second time. Or, if you can bear their suffering because of your loss of life, then there can be a second, third time..."

Calm tone, cold threat.

It was as if a cold air flow had been injected into the blood suddenly, and the whole body began to tremble from the cold.

Qing Xiaomo felt that she should fight for something for herself, but her soul seemed to be taken away by the man's abyss-like dark eyes. She opened her mouth, but she couldn't make a sound.

(End of this chapter)