How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1394 Little Pudding, My Husband Is Calling You Home 111 I only get married once in this life.

Pudding blinked and looked innocent: "I don't know, I'm still taking a nap..."

What a joke.

If she wants to know that she secretly came to see her brother's face, she will have to overthrow the sky.

Only then did Mu Xinuan snort coldly: "You're still sensible! I can warn you, my brother has liked Sister Qian since he was a child, the kind that he would have given up for her life, don't ask for ugly ones to post on it, it's just disgusting people."

The kind that can be given up for her life.

Pudding felt awkward when he heard that, who is she, she is not bad looking, okay?In the future, I will always meet someone who is willing to die for her.

The more you think, the more angry you are.

Turning his eyes, he suddenly smiled: "Ah, I lied to you just now, I'm right next to your brother, he's still sleeping, why don't I just take this opportunity to kiss him? Hee hee..."

"you--"

Mu Xinuan's furious voice only had time to transmit a word before it was cut off.

Pudding was in a good mood, put the phone in his pocket, and when he looked up, the smile on his face froze before he could restrain himself.

God damn it, she didn't know when she woke up, her black eyes were clear and pale, and her flustered little face was just locked onto her flustered face without blinking.

Pudding stared at the ceiling, stuttered for a while, and then smiled awkwardly: "Just kidding...just kidding...it's harmless, don't take it seriously...don't take it seriously..."

Mu Bufan was probably really exhausted, he didn't have the strength to pursue her teasing of his sister, so he turned his back to her.

"You're angry?"

Putting on the mattress with one hand, Pudding looked at him with an innocent face: "Oh, don't be so stingy, I just said to kiss you, but I didn't really kiss you, and your sister is not stupid, how could I tell you that Bai Yueguang?" What? It won't affect you..."

"Get out." Two words without emotion.

really...

After being locked up in the presidential palace for a long time, even his temper has grown. I have never seen him so angry before.

"Okay, okay, don't be angry..."

She went to shake his arm: "Look, I worked so hard to make chicken soup for you, but it's delicious. Just take a sip and express that you're not angry anymore."

That soft, warm little hand rested on his arm through a thin layer of pajamas, and the touch was amazing.

Somewhere in Mu Bufan's chest, there was a huge wave suddenly set off in this calm.

Pudding was still racking his brains on how to make him happy, but the next moment, there was a sudden whirlwind, from lying on him to being pressed under him in the blink of an eye.

This huge movement should have pulled the wound, and there was a slight muffled groan.

"you--"

"I will only get married once in my life. If you think about it clearly, don't marry me. If you want to marry me, you can only bear my surname Mu Bufan for the rest of your life."

"..."

Do you want to be so extreme, either don't get married, or don't get divorced.

She looked at the handsome face of the man who was close at hand, and she was a little flustered.

Her little brows were frowned: "Of course I want to marry you, but you already have someone you like. Wouldn't you feel wronged to spend your whole life with someone you don't like?"

Of course I want to marry you...

Such a candid sentence, without tweaking or concealing, as if in her world, black is black, white is white, and there are no other complicated emotions.

(End of this chapter)