How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1428 Little Pudding, my husband is calling you home 145 I am your wife.

A window apart, the outside is freezing and snowy, but the bedroom is as warm as spring.

The pen rustled on the paper.

The sound of pudding's even breathing is close at hand.

The phone rang suddenly, and was quickly connected the next moment.

Mu Bufan looked down at Pudding who frowned and turned his head to the other side. He leaned back with his long body, and with his other hand, he naturally straightened the long blanket that had slipped to her waist.

On the phone, the young man's frivolous and unrestrained voice contained obvious sarcasm: "Mr. Mu, it's fine to spend a few days in a sweet and loving life, but if you really fall into it, it's meaningless. Don't you think it's worth it?" ?”

The man looked at his nose and nose and his heart: "Do you want to worry more about this?"

"Oh, I don't want to worry about it. It's a pity that someone has been too quiet recently, and some people in the Mu family have been too quiet recently. What do you mean by not saying anything?"

Mu Bufan raised his eyebrows, and brushed down a few strokes with the pen under the last question, and the words he spit out were equally clean and neat: "Such a simple matter, do you need to ask me specifically? If you are restless, let him be completely peaceful." Be safe."

"Hey, you're the one who said that. Don't think I'm too ruthless when I do it later."

Talk too much.

Mu Bufan put away the phone, leaned over and hugged the little girl who was clearly not sleeping well on the bed.

With this movement, she woke up, hugged him who was about to get up, and said softly, "Where are you going..."

He kept his half-up position and said, "I'm not going anywhere, I'll just come here after changing into my pajamas."

Only then did she let go, but she also woke up. She lay on the bed and waited for a while, and when she saw him come back, she had a bitter face: "What should I do if I haven't finished the test paper..."

Mu Bufan didn't go to see her, and tidied up the bedding: "What else can I do? I'm going to go tomorrow and obediently stretch out my hand and let Professor Xiao give her a good beating."

Pudding shivered in fright, and rushed over to prevent him from sleeping: "Little brother, please protect me..."

The old professor likes him so much, as long as he helps to say a few more good words, the beating can definitely be avoided.

The man lowered his head and looked at her with a smile: "For no reason, you have to give me a reason to protect you."

Pudding blinked his big eyes: "I'm your wife... Who do you protect if you don't protect me?"

I am your wife...

In a word, like a winding ray of moonlight, it enters the heart, cool and soft.

Mu Bufan lowered his head and pressed his forehead against hers: "Oh? That depends on how well your wife behaves..."

"..."

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As the sun set, the twilight gradually shrouded, and the ice and snow had not completely melted, dripping down from the eaves.

Pudding sat in front of the window, stroking his chubby belly with one hand, looking up from the French window from time to time, and then looking down at his watch.

More than 20 minutes have passed since the agreed time, and her little brother named Gua has not yet appeared.

He is busy with work, which is understandable.

Anyway, tomorrow weekend, it's okay for her to wait a little longer.

Now that I'm so full, why don't I order some desserts for digestion, and when he comes over later, I can buy a lot of delicious food and go to the cinema again.

Thinking this way, just as he was about to get up, the head of the guard came over, he didn't know what he was thinking, he hesitated for a while, and then said solemnly: "Miss, don't wait, Mr. Mu probably won't be able to make it today."

(End of this chapter)