How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1291 Little Pudding, My Husband Calls You Home 8 Long road, don't starve yourself.

She was going to try Russian caviar, Indian curry, French wine, and Spanish paella.

Everything that Mu Xiaomin and the others have said is delicious and delicious, she wants to...

"Ah——help—"

Suddenly there was a terrified scream, and Pudding, who was still looking back at the past and looking forward to the future, was terrified. Looking for the sound, he saw a girl who was about the same age as him being dragged away by two men. Plug in the car.

The window of the car was half down, revealing a fat face, the face of a man who was nearly 60 years old, and he smiled very proudly: "Save what? I don't know that women in Liangcheng, as long as they are 18 years old, we can do whatever they want. Pull away, bully how you want to bully?"

While talking, across the road, the man's eyes suddenly fell on himself.

Pudding choked in his trachea, his eyes widened like black grapes, he took a step back, and then took a step back.

Then he watched him stretch out his fat finger, pointing at himself: "That one is also good, take it with you."

Hearing this, the two men beside the car who had already pushed the girl into the car strode towards this side without hesitation.

The little woman who felt that she couldn't take another step a second ago, turned her head like a rabbit in the blink of an eye and ran back along the original road.

It's terrible, so it turns out that Liangcheng women have no status?Why didn't Mu Xiaomin and the others mention this matter?Why are they okay when they go out of the house?

No matter what, let's go back to the nest first.

I don't know if I ran fast enough or the two men ran slow enough, anyway, when I couldn't run anymore, I turned around and found that I had already left them behind.

She breathed a sigh of relief, then turned her head, and a white ghost figure appeared in front of her eyes without a sound.

Long hair shawls, pale face, thin body like a piece of paper that will be blown away by the wind at any time...

Pudding rolled his eyes, and was about to faint. The next moment, he heard a woman's voice so weak that it was almost breathless: "Is there anything to eat?"

"..."

……

It was foggy that night.

Inside the large single-seat leather sofa, a young man with a handsome face was sipping fragrant tea calmly. Two meters away, the chubby man was drenched in cold sweat for some reason.

He clearly saw her run back with his own eyes.

How could it disappear inexplicably?

"Eldest, young master, you, you give me another hour, and I will..."

Before 'any more' came out, Steward Song had already handed over a round egg very kindly: "It's a long journey, don't starve yourself."

Egg.

Fuck off.

The fat man's face turned green and pale, facing a young man 20 years younger than him, he didn't dare to complain.

Everyone knows that this man is a big hit in front of the president right now. The high-ranking prince is not doing his job properly. In such a big country, almost all affairs, large and small, are taken care of by the prime minister himself. Mrs. Mu has brought back the period of boundless prosperity, obviously he is a figure not to be underestimated.

After a while, the people in the next yard sent someone over.

The young master was obviously in a bad mood, so he didn't intend to pay attention to it.

Butler Song thought for a while, and went out in person, only to find that the tall butler came from the next yard.

(End of this chapter)