How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1395 Little Pudding, My Husband Called You Home 112 It was the only light in his dark life.

Hearing his own voice, Mu Bufan said softly and slowly, "So what can I do if I'm wronged? It's already been twisted by you."

"..."

Pudding shock!

When has she chanted this sentence here?Why can't I remember myself? !
"Don't, don't, I didn't mean it, don't you? You... make me feel very guilty..."

She was sad, very sad.

Before I finished feeling sad, my eyes suddenly went dark...

……

Sweet, that's pretty sweet.

Pudding has never known this sweetness, and can sweeten itself for a whole month.

The marriage of the daughter of the Presidential Palace family is naturally unprecedented.

Although it was just a public relations wedding, Qing Xiaomo still couldn't hide her excitement. She carefully helped her arrange the wedding dress and put on the flower crown. Looking at her who was still a little baby fat, her eyes were full of tears.

I just got it back, and I'm going to get married again.

"Our pudding is so beautiful." She held her little face, cried and laughed again.

Pudding took out a tissue and carefully wiped away her tears. Her cheeks bulged and she called softly, "Mom..."

A very light and soft sentence, but in an instant, the woman in front of her burst into tears.

This is the first time she called her.

In a trance, I remembered her tender milk voice when she was a child, coquettish, wronged, scared, begging for mercy...

In the blink of an eye, that delicate and tender baby has turned into a slim and pretty girl.

Good that she has grown up and is healthy and lively.

She still hated Mu Bufan, but she was also grateful to him for raising Pudding. Although he didn't give her a happy childhood, at least she never abused her cruelly like an ant.

……

Under the radiant spotlight, the eight-figure white plush polar dress created by 18 internationally renowned designers moved forward slowly.

Pudding held Liang Musheng's arm, not knowing what was uncomfortable, and looked down at the hem of the wedding dress from time to time.

Under the stage, envoys from all over the world smiled and applauded.

In the shadowy place, Mu Xinuan's face turned blue and white, and several champagne glasses were crushed in his hand.

Sitting next to her was Wu Qian, wearing a black tube top dress with a narrow waist, luxurious and generous, gentle and polite, smiling and facing the camera that looked at her from time to time.

When she saw the bride who suddenly lost a shoe halfway through the walk, and was greeted by the groom who was waiting beside the pastor, the bridegroom who was waiting beside the pastor stepped forward and hugged her, the standard goddess-like smile suddenly couldn't hold on.

The audience burst into cheers one after another.

Her ears were buzzing, but the scenes in front of her eyes were clearly past, but they seemed to be played over and over again in front of her eyes with slides.

He was never such an impatient person.

Even if he bumped into her by accident that night and had to marry her, he shouldn't have walked towards her with that expression.

It was as if what he was facing was not a woman he was forced to win, but... the only light in his dark life.

The brilliance made him instinctively cautious.

Should not be……

It shouldn't be like this...

He is not a so-called man who can fall in love at first sight. It is impossible for him to fall in love with a woman suddenly from the bottom of his heart after just a month of getting along, or even that night.

(End of this chapter)