How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1344 Little Pudding, My Husband Is Calling You Home 61 He has his eyes on Pudding.

Liang Musheng flicked the cigarette ash with his fingers, against the sun, the bright white blurred his expression, only his voice was clear and steady: "I won't touch you or your sister, the debt of these 14 years can even With a single write-off, you can still be the prime minister of my cabinet under one person and above ten thousand people in Liangcheng, as long as..."

He turned around, his eagle-like eyes fell on his pale face without a trace of blood: "Within a month, get a wife, and within a year, have a child."

Within a month, marry a wife.

Within a year, give birth to a child.

Those brows and eyes that were always half-drawn suddenly trembled heavily.

Then slowly, slowly meet his half-exploring gaze.

Those clean eyes that seemed to have no soul forever, but at that moment, suddenly shot out an almost aggressive sinister and cold intent.

That's wolf nature.

Buried deep in his bones and blood for many years, the excellent wolf nature that was once suppressed and hidden.

Smoke hung in the air.

As the prime minister of Liangcheng, he has so many entertainments that he doesn't go home once a year, but that's the case. From the age of 18 to the age of 30, during the entire 12 years, his touch with tobacco and alcohol has almost always remained at the same level. Just a taste of the safety of the line.

He never allowed himself to get drunk, not even once.

Even Liang Mo couldn't help teasing, such a man with brutal self-control can be ruthless to himself, if he gets angry with him one day, the other party might not know how he died.

Liang Musheng once thought that he restrained himself in this way because he was afraid that he would tell the truth after drinking, lose his sense of propriety in doing things, and expose his wolfish ambitions.

But now it seems that maybe... there are other possibilities.

……

When Liang Musheng came back, his expression was very bad.

After Qing Xiaomo woke up, she didn't see Pudding. After asking a few words, she heard that she had gone to the yard. When she was about to go downstairs, when she turned around, she met a man with a gloomy and cold face who seemed to have just escaped from a storm. .

She looked at his appearance: "what's the matter? What happened to make you so angry?"

Liang Musheng didn't speak, and went straight to the study.

She was stunned for two seconds, then hurriedly followed and closed the door: "What's going on? You should tell me."

Paused, as if suddenly remembered something, his face changed drastically: "Is it pudding again..."

"He's after Pudding."

"..."

Eyeing... Pudding?
That is to say...followed by pudding?

Qing Xiaomo stared at him blankly: "And then? He's staring at him, and you just let him stare at him like this? At worst, drive him away from Liangcheng, so that he can never come back! Liang Musheng, I won't Allow him to get half a step closer to Pudding, I will never allow it!"

The man turned around, and his handsome face was covered with a thin layer of frost at some point: "How do you think Pudding has survived to this day? How lucky do you think we are, to be able to live five years after Liang Mopingan, Can you still expect Pudding to grow up safely?"

"..."

Obviously every word is clear and easy to understand, but when put together, the heavy meaning contained in it made her feel stuck in her throat.

No wonder, when Mu Bufan was just sent to the presidential palace, he was such a handsome young man who turned all sentient beings upside down. Because he was swimming all the year round, his complexion was too fair, but he was released later and lived a normal life. It improved a bit, but gradually showed a morbid paleness.

(End of this chapter)