How can the president be fierce

Chapter 800 It turns out that they were really married.

What she owes you, I will pay you back.

She suddenly began to choke violently, and while trembling, big tears rolled down.

He is the most honorable son of the Liang Group, and the president of a country that is admired and admired by people. He is born proud, dignified, elegant and refined.

But now...

The dazzling light suddenly shone, she raised her head in a daze, and saw a tough and slender figure in her blurred vision.

Against the light, the long legs walked over at a leisurely pace.

In this materialistic era, aristocratic self-cultivation is still maintained, and men who carry handkerchiefs everywhere are rare.

She took it with a sob and thanked her.

Yohji's ever-changing iceberg face glowed with indifference, and his voice was low and sweet: "Some things are only suitable to be brought into the grave, do you understand what I mean?"

Qing Xiaomo's fingertips were cold, she clenched her handkerchief unconsciously, her voice was so trembling that she could hardly form a sentence: "He...was... how many..."

"Is there a difference?"

The man interrupted softly, still so cold that he didn't show the slightest emotion, but inexplicably permeated with traces of ridicule: "Or, he needs to be touched by a few people before you are satisfied?"

In a word, it was like a thunder that suddenly split the night sky in the dark night, shaking the heart and lungs! ! !

The throat contracted sharply, but the heart swelled in an instant as if it was going to burst! !
The last trace of blood on her face also disappeared, she staggered back a few steps, and the world was spinning in front of her eyes...

……

11pm late at night.

presidential palace.

Little Pudding was crying endlessly, Xia Huan couldn't find someone to pour Xiaomo on, so she had no choice but to throw the baby to her own father.

In the living room, the maid brought warm water, and the man was dipping a wet towel to help pudding wipe the tears on his face. When he looked up, he saw the familiar little body lying in Yohji's arms.

With heavy brows, he quickly got up and took her back, and put his fingertips on her warm neck: "What happened?"

"Probably malnutrition, fainted, just take a rest."

Yohji calmly left a word, as if he had other urgent matters to deal with, turned around and left.

Malnutrition.

Liang Musheng was obviously not very satisfied with this answer, but when he looked down, her face was indeed very pale, as if she was a little anemic.

Little Pudding, who was temporarily thrown to the nanny, leaned over anxiously and grabbed his sleeve, trying to compete with his mother: "Daddy, hug, hug..."

Liang Musheng frowned and ordered: "Send Miss upstairs to rest."

The pudding, who was ignored again, was brewing for a while, and there was another cry of "wow--".

The maid didn't dare to say anything, and hurried upstairs with the crying pudding in her arms.

……

The surrounding area is very quiet.

The crystal chandelier above the head is familiar and unfamiliar, just like the surrounding decoration and furnishings.

The skin care products on the dressing table were arranged in a mess.

Liang Musheng has serious cleanliness and obsessive-compulsive disorder, but she is a bit casual. After using skin care products, she always puts them away, and then goes about doing what she should do.

Whenever a man sees it, he always arranges it himself before the maid comes in to tidy it up. Occasionally, he can't help but complain a few words: "How can there be such a sloppy woman like you?"

I vaguely remember that when he said this, his brows were still slightly wrinkled, full of disgust.

She sat up and scanned the black and white bedroom little by little. Those pictures that seemed to have been forgotten for a long time suddenly emerged so clearly.

It turned out that they were really married.

(End of this chapter)