How can the president be fierce

Chapter 812 I, Liang Musheng, can afford to pay any price.

Qing Xiaomo wanted to go over to apologize, but it was probably his sister who took Pudding's teacup dog away and started fighting with Pudding again. She chased after her, and the young lady lost her temper and refused to let her go, so the boy would hurt herself to calm her anger.

But he hesitated for a while, but he still couldn't take that step.

It seemed that an invisible barrier had appeared, separating them from them, as if any approach would disturb the most intimate private conversation between their brothers and sisters.

After standing there for a while, he didn't say anything, and left with pudding in his arms.

……

Three days later, Qing Xiaomo was riding a bicycle with one foot on the ground, and happened to meet some men who had just come out of the yard.

The men were wearing white isolation gowns, and they were about to get into the car when they caught sight of her out of the corner of their eyes, and immediately saluted in panic: "Ma'am."

Qing Xiaomo glanced at the suitcases in their hands: "It's boring to stay in front, come out for a stroll... Well, what are you holding?"

Several people looked at each other for a while, as if they didn't know how to answer this question, but none of them made a sound.

"Can I see it?"

"..."

"If you don't answer, I will take it as your acquiescence."

"..."

It wasn't until she approached that the man carrying the box finally came to his senses, subconsciously took a step back, and before he could utter the words of refusal, the box had already been picked up.

Qing Xiaomo opened it on one knee.

Two bags of fresh blood plasma came into view impressively.

……

When Liang Musheng came back, it was close to 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, with a bag of dog food, because Pudding told him to buy dog ​​food after 'off work' in the morning.

He really dotes on pudding, and brings her small gifts almost every day when he comes back, sometimes for food, sometimes for play, let her make trouble, even if he occasionally tears up his extremely important documents, it's just a symbol of pinching his little face Just a few reprimands of sex are fine.

At one point, it made Liang Mo jealous, clamoring to run away from home every day.

It's a pity that no one paid any attention to him, which made Liang Mo, who was begging him not to run away from home in order to scare his parents, very sad, so the plan was shelved for a while.

But he secretly swore that one day, he would make it happen!
Qing Xiaomo curled up on the sofa, and waited for him to take a shower before going to bring out the hot food.

Liang Musheng's brows and eyes were light: "Come with me to eat a little."

She lowered her head: "I have eaten."

After saying this, I regret it.

She will have a special person report to him about her daily necessities of life, whether she has eaten dinner or not, he will know without her telling him.

He must have known about her discovery of blood plasma.

"Liang Musheng, I know you love pudding very much, but we..."

The words that had been brewing for a whole day were interrupted by the man in a low voice before they could finish.

"I want her to live, no matter what the price is. Alisa, I can afford any price in my life."

When he said these words, he didn't even interrupt the action of picking up vegetables.

As if they were just chatting about an irrelevant household matter, the tone was calm and breezy, and there was no room for discussion.

Qing Xiaomo suddenly choked.

After a long silence, he asked, "His blood...is it special?"

Liang Musheng just nodded slightly without explaining too much.

Mrs. Mu knew that the child had a special antibody in his blood for a long time, and worried that Mrs. Liang would use his blood to develop an antidote to change his fate and lose his own value, so he has been secretly covering up his existence for so many years.

(End of this chapter)