How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1346 Little Pudding, My Husband Calls You Home 63 The living room is chasing after the prince.

There was some plausible answer in my mind, but I didn't dare to make it clear.

"pudding."

The prince put one hand in his pocket, stood by the pool and waved to her from a distance: "Come here—"

Standing beside her was a school belle in a white dress, with a fairy air.

Pudding walked over slowly, and glanced back and forth between him and Xiaohua several times: "Why?"

Then in the next moment, his shoulders were embraced by him, and the prince who was a full head taller than himself turned around and showed off to the school belle very ostentatiously: "This is the goddaughter my mother just recognized, she is my younger sister, her name is Pudding, Isn't it cute? Look at this little face, it's chubby..."

As he said that, he pinched Pudding's face very ungentlely.

She has indeed put on some flesh recently, and she looks a bit baby fat.

Pudding pushed him in disgust.

The school beauty raised her hand to gather the long hair that fell on her cheeks behind her ears, and stretched out her hand gently: "Hello, my name is Tian Rongrong."

Small oval face, big eyes, straight nose, cherry lips.

Tsk tsk, this appearance, even pudding for a woman, looks good, no wonder the prince is also fascinated.

Pudding stretched out her hand with a smile, and before she touched her fingertips, the school beauty had already retracted her hand inadvertently, and turned to look at the prince: "Liang Mo, don't you want to show me the presidential palace?"

Pudding withdrew his little hand that stopped in mid-air with a little embarrassment.

I don't quite understand the operation of this school belle.

If you don't like to shake hands with her, don't shake hands. What does it mean when you take the initiative to extend your hand and then suddenly withdraw it?
Liang Mo didn't notice the sporadic embarrassment, let go of the hand on Pudding's shoulder, and walked back to her side in a few strides: "Of course! Let's go, I'll take you around, I'll stay for lunch at noon today OK?"

The school beauty nodded shyly.

Pudding scratched her little head, forget it, this presidential palace is too complicated, she should go back to sleep.

……

Woke up,... No, to be precise, he didn't wake up, but was woken up by the movement downstairs.

Pudding sat up sleepily, and listened carefully, um, it wasn't a dream, there was indeed movement.

In line with the principle of gossip, one must listen to it, he jumped out of bed without a change of pajamas, and ran downstairs in slippers.

I went down the stairs step by step, only to find that there was already a fight downstairs. Well, it seemed that the fight was quite fierce.

Mr. President was not there, but Mrs. President was there, just holding a small biscuit in her hand, standing far away, as if she was watching a play engrossed.

The fairy-like school belle didn't know what wronged her, she stood by the sofa with a grievance on her face.

A sofa away from her is the legendary young master Xi Xian with an IQ of more than 200, and then...

The living room was filled with the prince and Xiberry fighting together.

To be exact, it was the young lady from the Xi family who was chasing after the prince of the presidential palace.

The prince seemed to be offended, and turned around while running and yelled: "Xi Berry, I warn you, this is my presidential palace, you... ah! Boss! My head!... You are arrogating to your Xi family!" It’s okay to be a blessing, but to come to our presidential palace to make trouble... Ouch, it hurts! How dare you throw the vase?! Let me tell you, our presidential palace doesn’t like you, a young lady! Wait until I turn around The president said, the first one to clean up your letter..."

(End of this chapter)