How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1321 Little Pudding, My Husband Called You Home 38 Is it really that difficult to keep you silent for a second?
Facing the food straightly, just as his finger touched the packaging bag, a man's clean but unpopular voice sounded behind him: "I haven't learned any other skills in Muzhai these years, but the ability to steal is good at it." .”

Pudding was startled, and suddenly withdrew his evil little hands. When he turned around, he found the handsome man lying on the hospital bed. His handsome face was whiter than usual, and he looked even more clean and unapproachable.

She looked at his arm in plaster hanging on his chest in surprise, and pretended to be very concerned and leaned forward: "What happened to your hand, young master? Did you fight with someone? Do you want me to fight it back for you?"

Trying to get away with it.

The man was indifferent to her 'concern': "Do you know that in ancient times you would be dragged out and beaten to death with sticks for this kind of behavior?"

"..."

Pudding curled his lips and remained silent.

What are you afraid of, if you don't steal something to eat, she will starve to death a long time ago.

Anyway, he saw it, she simply broke the pot, and she brought a fruit basket in front of his face, picked out a grape from it, didn't wash it, just wiped it on her clothes , into the mouth.

So sweet.

Immediately enjoying the narrowed eyes, the curved crescent shape.

The man's sword eyebrows gathered together in disapproval, he couldn't believe how this woman could be so lazy.

As a result, in the next second, the little woman, who adheres to the principle of being blessed and suffering equally, picked another grape, wiped it on her clothes as it was, and handed it to his lips: "It's so sweet, young master! Try it."

The man turned his face away: "Take it away."

Tsk, who the hell is playing young master's temper for giving him food.

Forget about eating, she withdrew her hand and stuffed the grape that had clearly touched his lips into her mouth.

Eating and eating, I remembered belatedly: "By the way, why are you injured, young master? You see, I fell from the fourth floor and it was just a small scratch. Why did you follow me so casually?" Can other people break their arms in a fight? I heard from Mu Xiaomin and the others that you usually pay attention to physical exercise, such as taekwondo, fencing, close combat... it can't be a lie, right?"

Mu Bufan finally lowered his noble head, and took a serious look at her: "Is it really that difficult to keep you silent for a second?"

Extremely confused expression.

She couldn't even stop her mouth from eating.

Isn't she extremely excluded on weekdays?Shouldn't no one talk to her?
Why are you talking so much?
Why do you talk so much?

Pudding blinked and looked serious: "Yes, but I think you are very lonely here, young master. Let's chat with you."

As she said that, she shook the wrist that was helping the bandage, and smiled triumphantly: "Look at me, I'm fine if I fell from the fourth floor! Do you think I'm good or not?"

"I don't know if it's great or not, but you're sure to break a leg today. Tell me, which one to choose?" A female voice came out of nowhere.

Pudding was all too familiar with this voice, and his little body, which was almost lying on Mu Bufan's body, trembled, and he stood up with a 'crack', with a few grape seeds in his mouth: "I, I, I...not me what the hell..."

Mu Xinuan stepped on ten-inch high-heeled shoes and approached him with a murderous look: "If you hadn't hit me, my brother would have suffered a broken arm and been sent to this hospital for no reason?"

(End of this chapter)