How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1335 Little Pudding, My Husband Is Calling You Home 52 Tell the young master to get out of the presidential palace within an hour.

It just so happened that Liang Musheng personally prepared some fruit snacks, and she should have taken a shower by the time, thinking of going upstairs to give her some, when he looked up, he saw a bunch of small things flying towards him.

Lifting his long arms, he easily caught her, and when he lowered his head, he saw Pudding with a scared little face and pale face.

The thick eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he asked in a deep voice: "What's the matter? Who scared you?"

Pudding glanced downstairs in shock, patted his thumping little chest, and looked up at him pitifully: "I want to go, sir, can you let me go?"

For no reason, there must always be a reason.

Liang Musheng was not in a hurry, and asked in a flat voice: "Why? What are you not satisfied with?"

Pudding grinned in embarrassment: "Just... that prince, he keeps smiling at me, I'm afraid..."

The man put her down casually, with a calm expression: "Don't you like Liang Mo?"

She blinked her eyes, not knowing whether to nod or not.

It doesn't seem very good to directly say that you don't like other people's sons...

Then in the next second, the man said calmly: "If you don't like him, just drive him out of the presidential palace. What are you afraid of?"

Put, him, drive, out, president, unified, mansion, just, yes!

For a moment, Pudding almost thought he was hallucinating.

That was his son, his own son, and that was the only one.

Then in the next moment, the man turned around and called the housekeeper: "Pack up the young master's things and let him get out of the presidential palace within an hour."

The butler saw that he was someone who had seen the big scene, and he responded very calmly: "Yes, sir."

"Hey hey hey-"

Pudding hurriedly waved his little hands: "Don't, don't, this is his home. If you want to leave, I will go, right? Thank you sir, for your hospitality. I... I really have to go."

"where to?"

Before he could finish the two staggering steps, he heard the half-sarcastic sentence from the man behind him: "Muzhai? The place that abused you since childhood?"

"..."

Mr. President's speech is really... sharp.

If it wasn't for two incidents in which she almost lost her life, she might really run back foolishly.

But at this moment, even if he was killed, he wouldn't dare to think about it.

But even if she doesn't go back to Mu's house, she can't stay here for no reason. She can't stay here cheeky just because she looks like their dead daughter, and be served with delicious food and drink. What's the difference?

Ahem... Although she is not very thin-skinned.

But it doesn't seem to be so thick...

"pudding--"

While depressed, downstairs, a woman whose face was covered in flour and whose sleeves were rolled up to her elbows came from the kitchen with a cookie, excitedly saying, "Come here and taste it, see if it tastes good or not." .”

The color is light yellow and light yellow, and it looks delicious.

Pudding swallowed, stretched his neck and took a closer look.

There seems to be cream.

Seeing her standing still, Qing Xiaomo called her again: "What are you doing in a daze? Come here."

Take a sip, just a sip.

It's not too late to go after tasting.

Thinking of this, he sprinted down with two little legs.

The cookies that have just been copied are still warm, with a lot of sugar added, it is sweet and greasy, but it does not affect the taste at all.

After eating one piece of pudding, he was still unsatisfied, so he took another piece.

(End of this chapter)