How can the president be fierce

Chapter 807 Alisa, I'll give you whatever you want.

She smiled slightly: "Since I have found everyone, I don't need to explain too much, do I?"

The woman suddenly fell silent, with a look of embarrassment on her face.

"Don't worry, as long as you don't make trouble, no one will know about my visit today, including Mr. President."

"But ma'am..."

Before the woman could finish her sentence, a face full of expectation suddenly appeared behind her: "Is it Mu Sheng? Is it my son who came to see me?"

I haven't seen you for a few years. The once elegant and calm lady seems to have aged a lot.

Her hair was still meticulously tied behind her head, but the strands of white hair still caught her eyes clearly, and she no longer had such a delicate and perfect makeup, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were clearly visible.

The arm was suddenly pulled by her affectionately, Zhou Min's eyes were full of joy and joy, like a four or five-year-old child: "Mu Sheng, look, what did mother bring you?"

As he spoke, he mysteriously took out a rotten persimmon from his pocket.

"This is a persimmon cake made by my mother. Can you try it and see if it tastes good?"

Seeing that she was just watching silently, she couldn't help urging: "Hurry up, it won't be good if your grandpa catches it later, try it quickly! If you like it, mom will bring it to you next time!"

Qing Xiaomo raised her eyes, and unexpectedly bumped into her tender eyes.

It turned out that she looked at Liang Musheng with gentle eyes, just like when her mother looked at her.

It turned out that she was not the only one who gave Liang Musheng hope and warmth during those secret and lonely years.

"Alisa."

In the empty and desolate courtyard, a man's hoarse and dull voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Qing Xiaomo turned around.

A few meters away, the slender and tall man was still wearing the navy blue coat she had chosen for him this morning, the same color and style as hers.

The cold wind rolled up the dead leaves all over the ground, and lifted the corners of the man's clothes.

The distance was not too far, but it was just enough to see the fright and tension deep in his eyes.

……

After that, when I left the presidential palace, I was always accompanied by more than 10 guards, all of whom were the best in the special police team of the presidential palace. Let alone 10, it would be difficult to get rid of even one of them.

Xia Huan took a sip of his coffee, glanced at the statue-like guard standing next to him, and sighed, "Is this someone caught cheating on you? Are you sent so many people to stare at you?"

Qing Xiaomo bit the spoon, looking absent-minded.

Probably, it was because she was afraid that she would disappear suddenly and silently.

It's just that now he allows her to go out, but he doesn't allow her to go out with pudding or Liang Mo. Where can she go by herself, with a glance at the two children?

Time is actually a very good tranquilizer. The hatred and hatred that penetrated into the bone marrow at the beginning, under the peaceful caress of the long years, seem to be no big deal in retrospect.

If he really couldn't let go of her and Zhou Min so much that he used his body to heal her scars, then maybe... it's time for her to let go.

……

Half asleep and half awake, I heard the soft opening of the door.

After a few seconds of silence, the bed beside her sank deeply, and the man's lips, which still had the temperature of the wind and snow, gently fell down, and kissed her cheek, and she left as soon as she touched it.

Qing Xiaomo opened her eyes, and she could see the unrestrained restraint in the man's eyes.

He paused, raised his head slightly, but still kept very close, breathing and smelling each other: "I can make it up to you, Alisa, I'll give you whatever you want, huh?"

(End of this chapter)