How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1295 Little Pudding, Husband Calls You Home 12 She has a conscience.

After repairing, the woman's palm-sized face was revealed, and Pudding realized that she was a girl about his own age. She seemed to have not seen the sun all year round, her skin was pale, but her eyes were black and bright.

She is a beauty, she would look even better if she was a little fatter.

After thinking about it, he reluctantly took out two pieces of candied fruit from his pocket: "Hey, I only have these two left. They came out of the goddamn pocket, and I wanted to keep them for two days, eh , it’s cheap for you—”

The little girl took it, and the two round, crystal clear candied fruit rolled in the palm of her hand.

She stared at it for a few seconds before handing one of them to her again.

One per person.

Pudding laughed, her eyes bent into a beautiful crescent shape, she had a conscience.

……

Pudding's sleep quality has always been very good, unless Mu Xiaomin and the others roar like shaking the mountains, they usually can't wake her up.

But the other little woman who slept with him in the attic was extremely sensitive.

There was almost no sound in the surroundings, and it was almost just a slight collision of air currents, which made her open her eyes vigilantly.

A few steps away, I saw a vague white slender figure leaning against the bed, placing a thermometer a few centimeters in front of Pudding's forehead.

Not knowing what he saw, the man's slightly gathered eyebrows relaxed a little bit.

He put away the thermometer and helped her tuck the corners of her back before getting up.

The line of sight in mid-air was right there.

Those are a pair of extremely beautiful eyes, like the high mountains and flowing water in an uninhabited place, spotless, elegant and unapproachable.

She was startled, and hurriedly shrunk herself to the deepest part of the quilt, as if in this way the man would not notice her existence like suddenly blind.

After waiting anxiously for a long time, I didn't hear his questioning voice.

The woman stretched out her little head anxiously, and glanced around the room. After confirming that he had left, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it turned out that he really didn't see her.

Beside him, Pudding didn't know what he dreamed of, mumbled 'delicious', turned over and fell asleep again.

……

An earth-shattering sound woke up the two little girls who were sleeping in the attic.

Pudding opened his eyes in a daze, and only vaguely saw a white figure "咻——" flashing past his eyes, and disappeared into the closet in the blink of an eye.

Looking at the bed next to him, it was already empty.

Cut, cowardly.

She scratched her messy hair, yawned and went to open the door. Before she could see the person clearly, the whip had already fallen down on her head and face.

She dodged subconsciously, and the edge of the whip that fell on her face landed on her body. She dodged, oh, oh, oh, oh! pain--"

Mu Xinuan beat her softly in one breath, and beat her directly from the door back to the bed, and then she took a deep breath and stopped.

"Why did I ask you last night? Huh? Didn't you understand me? That bitch man dared to bring his current girlfriend to come to me to show off his might! How dare you sneak to sleep without telling me?! I Let you sleep! Let you sleep!"

As he said that, he couldn't get angry anymore, and the whip came down in a mess.

Pudding hugged his little head, and screamed again earth-shatteringly.

Mu Xinuan is a pampered eldest lady in the Mu family. For safety reasons, the little princesses in other big families will learn some self-defense skills and even close combat since childhood. There are very few princesses like her who have never received any training. example.

　Why have you never received any training, um... let's guess together, babies?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)