How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1315 Little Pudding, Husband Calls You Home 32 Bah!You scumbag!

"..."

Nonsense, the same thing, is she trying to become a man, or is she planning to turn him into a woman?

The big hand suddenly exerted force, and threw her aside very ungentlely: "Sit down, and keep a finger-width distance from me."

This way of avoiding her like a snake and scorpion, probably if she wasn't in the car, she would have asked her to keep a distance of one kilometer from him, right?
After being bored for a while, she suddenly realized, why did the topic go off track?

"You haven't finally said whether you agree with me to give you an IOU! How much am I worth, you just say the number."

The man's eyes, which seemed to be covered with a layer of mist all the time, finally took a light look at her.

"You're worthless."

worthless.

Pudding was stunned for a moment, and the little abacus in his heart crackled for a while, and he was overjoyed: "Does that mean you can let me go without money?"

Since it's not worth a penny, she definitely doesn't need to spend money to redeem herself.

The joyful emotion just caught the cold water poured down by the man: "No, you are worthless, so there is no way to redeem yourself."

Redemption, of course, requires money.

Since she is worthless, how can she redeem her?
It took Pudding a long time to realize that he was being teased, and he was immediately annoyed: "Bah! You scumbag!"

The man seemed to sneer in a low voice: "Do you know what the scumbag means and you just say it casually?"

Cut, have you underestimated her?Don't think that she really doesn't understand anything because she has been locked in Mu's house and can't come out to see the world.

Two days ago, she witnessed a little beauty throwing her bag on Shen Yushen's face, and she let out a 'bah' angrily, "You scumbag!"

The meaning of scumbag is the meaning of bad guy.

She triumphantly raised her chin: "I won't tell you."

The man gave her a gloomy look and said no more.

……

Seeing Pudding rubbing his eyes sleepily, he stumbled up the stairs three times at a time. After waiting for a while, he saw that the light on the attic on the top floor was on, and soon went dark again, before the man turned around.

Behind him, a ghostly figure appeared silently.

The whole face was buried deep under the brim of the hat, and it was impossible to see the slightest feature.

Mu Bufan was leaning on the car body, his black windbreaker was slender and straight, reaching to his knees, and the night wind blew up and lifted a corner, adding a bit of gloom.

He slowly knocked out a cigarette and lit it, his handsome side face suddenly lit up in the faint light of the fire, and then hid in a shadow again: "Did I tell you that every move of everyone in this Muzhai depends on Report to me verbatim?"

"Have."

"So you think you've lived too long?"

"She belongs to the Liang family, and she deserves everything she has suffered. Sir, you shouldn't feel bad."

Distressed.

The little spark that had just been ignited just slid across an arc in mid-air and landed under the brim of the black hat. I don't know if it scalded the man. At least on the surface, there was no trace of him dodging.

"Pay attention to your words, Mu Zang, I feel sorry for whoever I don't, and it's not your turn to discipline me."

"Yes."

"Go and call out the monitoring of Mu's house for the past six months, and send it to my study."

"Yes."

"Muzang."

"Yes."

"Another similar thing, just get out of Mu's house, understand?"

"……Yes."

……

It's another crisp autumn day.

It was rare for the eldest lady to calm down, she didn't rush in in the middle of the night to lose her temper and beat others, and the deputy housekeeper, Mu Cheng, didn't make a surprise attack to try to take advantage of her.

(End of this chapter)