How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1260 Xia Huan Xishang Chapter 448 Xishang, are you cold?
Qing Xiaomo was startled, patted her frightened little chest, and glared at him angrily: "Are you all ghosts? Can't you make a sound when you walk?"

Liang Musheng's brows and eyes were indifferent: "You can come here, but I can't? Why? Hiding a man?"

"..."

Come again and again.

Just because she let Chu Shishi into the presidential palace and hurt Xishang, this guy treated her coldly, as if he wanted to bite her to relieve his anger.

If you like Xishang so much, why didn't you just marry Xishang?

With a small temper, he turned his head and was about to leave, but the back collar suddenly tightened, and the next moment, he was carried by the man and walked backwards.

"Hey, hey, Liang Musheng, let it go! As the president of a country, is it really good for you to treat your wife like this? Let it go, I want to save face, okay..."

Unexpectedly, he retreated onto a stone and staggered.

There seemed to be a low sigh coming from the top of the head, and the next moment, the whole person suddenly flew into the air, and was held firmly in the arms of the man.

It's much more comfortable that way.

She wrapped her arms around the man's neck, with a smug expression on her face: "Wouldn't it be better to be like this earlier! I can go home without walking..."

Before he finished speaking, he watched Liang Musheng turn his feet, and then walked towards the old castle on the path she had just walked.

"Hey, hey, what did you do in the past? Xia Huan has already found Xishang, so you didn't want to go there to provoke?"

Xia Huan has already found a Western merchant...

As expected, Liang Musheng paused, and looked down at her.

The sky was very dark and dark that night, with thick clouds covering the top, and there was no starlight.

But Qing Xiaomo still saw clearly the sadness and sadness buried deep in his eyes at that moment: "Is... is he still alive?"

Is he... still alive?
still alive...

Qing Xiaomo's entire expression was frozen little by little...

……

In the empty castle in the darkness, the man's deep voice was particularly gentle: "How did you come here?"

Xia Huan didn't expect him to look so calm.

Obviously, when she held the fainted master in her arms that night, the disappointment and coldness in his eyes were so intense.

"I'm here to find you. Has your wound healed yet? Does it still hurt?"

She looked up, and could only vaguely see his outline in the darkness, as if she had lost a lot of weight.

She cupped his face with her little hands, and the cold touch made her terrified: "Xishang, are you cold?"

As she spoke, she was about to take off her coat for him, but just as she moved her hand, the man grabbed her wrist.

Through the sleeves, he could still feel the cold temperature of his fingertips.

"I'm not cold."

He said, and slowly helped her tidy up her collar: "Huan'er, do you miss me these days?"

Do you miss him very much?

Xia Huan held his hand instead to keep him warm, and complained softly: "What do you think? I call you [-] times a day, but you don't even answer them."

It was half coquettish and half complaining, but it didn't get the slightest response from the man.

"Okay, okay, I know what I did wrong that night, I should have gone over to you as soon as you were hurt..."

She gently shook his arm, and promised softly: "I will never do that again, okay? Don't be angry anymore, huh?"

What responded to her was an increasingly strange silence.

Xia Huan couldn't see his expression clearly, and always felt that something was wrong. She turned around and wanted to fumble for the phone that was thrown on the ground, but he gently pulled it back to her chest.

(End of this chapter)