How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1285 Little Pudding, My Husband Calls You Home 2 That god damned one has returned to its lair.

"Hey hey..."

Seeing that he was about to drag him away, Pudding hurriedly hugged the refrigerator with his free other hand: "Uncle Mu, you are welcome, you are welcome, I am full, I am full..."

This pervert!

He is a 48-year-old man, and he is embarrassed to call himself a brother.

"It's okay, brother loves you, don't be afraid, come to brother's room, brother..."

"It's really not necessary!"

With a clever effort, Pudding broke free from his grasp and ran away without a trace.

This ability was practiced when the old pervert came to Muzhai about 3 years ago, otherwise he would have known that there would be no bones left that he caught and gnawed.

Behind him, I could faintly hear the old man's angry voice: "Damn girl, you are a low-grade bastard who was sold by your parents to love the house. It is your luck that I see you. I don't know the current affairs. Look back and see how I can kill you!" !"

Pudding simply raised his hands to cover his ears, ran back to the dormitory in one breath, locked the door behind him, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

Clap your little hands, eat and drink enough, and go to sleep.

……

Before I woke up, I heard the sound of bottles and cans being turned over next to me.

"Oh, give me a break, I'm just missing this side of my eyebrows."

"Tch, I'll talk after I finish painting the eyeliner!"

"With your crippled hand, the painting looks like a ghost, the young master will look at you more to be a ghost!"

"Hehe, it sounds like the young master will look at you. Don't think that you pretended to be weak and fell in front of him that day. I didn't see it. You were so fat that you died. No wonder the young master didn't even move a hair."

"What did you say?! Mu Xiaomin, say it again?!"

"Are you deaf? I have to say it twice to understand? Mu Zhai doesn't leave deaf people as maids..."

"you……"

"Oh, what's the noise! ​​Don't you just put on makeup? Isn't there a ready-made one? Pull her up."

The two women blushed arguing and their necks were thick. Pudding would have been woken up long ago no matter how good his sleep quality was, but he was really sleepy and wanted to keep silent as much as possible to avoid disaster, but he was still remembered.

The quilt on his body was lifted in the blink of an eye.

Muro put his arms around his chest and kicked over: "Hey! Trouble, why are you sleeping! Get up and put on makeup for us!"

Pudding got up before the kick hit him, rubbed the tip of his nose and smiled dryly: "Come on, come on."

Well, there are always those few days in every month.

As long as they started to toss and put on makeup from the early morning, it must mean that Mu Bufan's god damn thing is going back to his lair.

I hated that the eyebrows were drawn incorrectly, that the powder layer was not thick enough, and that the eyeliner was drawn too thinly. After being scolded all morning, I finally got it done.

A few little maids went out dressed up beautifully.

Pudding sat back on the bed, panting heavily from exhaustion.

When will such a day be the end?

Judging from what they said, the killer should have come back last night, and the sports car worth eight figures was parked in the yard.

Pudding breathed a sigh of relief, and climbed onto the balcony to take a look. It was only a little after 5 in the morning, and the sky hadn't completely lit up. The surrounding area was filled with fog, and visibility was not high.

She jumped on the window, stepped on the edge and walked up to the third floor of the main building with ease, leaned against the window, and knocked on the window lightly.

After waiting for a while, no one came to open the door.

She frowned, put her hands around her small face like a telescope and looked inside, and saw a handsome man in a black nightgown fast asleep on the big white bed.

(End of this chapter)