How can the president be fierce

Chapter 143 Every day you yell about divorce, you will regret it later! (three more)
Qing Xiaomo thought it was a little funny, and then really laughed out: "I didn't misunderstand, I still know a little about Liang Musheng's cleanliness habit, if I wear a set of clothes for one night, I will definitely not wear them again the next morning Yes, you should just have cool and drunk clothes over there, so it's normal for him to change by the way."

The sunglasses covered all the emotions in Mu Siyao's eyes, only her full lips moved slightly, but she didn't say anything.

To be precise, I don't know how to answer her words.

Qing Xiaomo's gaze suddenly passed her and looked into the distance, Mu Siyao was silent for a moment, then turned around and followed her gaze, and soon found the approaching Lamborghini.

The tailor-made handmade suit made the man extraordinarily slender, and his handsome face carefully carved by God was even more dazzling than the sunshine around him.

Mu Siyao was suffocated when he saw it, and called him softly: "Mu Sheng."

"Yeah." The man nodded slightly in response, he climbed up the steps with long legs, and stood beside her, but his eyes fell on Qing Xiaomo's body.

"Are you awake?" He asked, pinching her soft face with both hands habitually.

After all, there were outsiders present, so Qing Xiaomo coughed in embarrassment: "Well, I just woke up not long ago."

"Have you eaten lunch? Is the taste okay?"

"It's, it's okay."

Liang Musheng pursed his lips in satisfaction, raised his hand and touched her little head as if to reward her for being well-behaved, then turned to look at Mu Siyao: "Why are you here?"

Mu Siyao kept staring at his big hand on Qing Xiaomo's head, and it took her a while to realize that he was talking to herself, her red lips were slightly pursed, and her voice was rough: "I... come to give you your clothes, You left me there last night."

Liang Musheng just glanced at it, but didn't take it over: "I said I don't want the clothes, you just throw them away."

Mu Siyao's emotions suddenly became agitated: "Why did you throw it away? If I remember correctly, this suit was airlifted from Paris last month. Aren't you satisfied?"

What she said was already very euphemistic, and the meaning she wanted to express was also very clear.

She wanted to ask him, is it because he took off the suit at her house that he wanted to throw it away?
The man's eyebrows and eyes are full of extreme indifference: "Siyao, so far, the only one who can make me feel satisfied is my wife. Whatever comes here will not change the fact that I want to lose it.”

Eerily quiet.

Obviously, the two were just discussing whether to keep a suit, but it seemed that it was not just about a suit.

Qing Xiaomo clearly saw Mu Siyao's lips trembling slightly.

She is an entertainer with rich and skilled acting skills, and what she is best at is controlling her emotions, which can make her lose her composure to the point where she can't control her expression, and the turmoil in her heart can be imagined.

She almost ran away in embarrassment.

Qing Xiaomo leaned against the door, watching her cover her face and hurriedly get in the car and leave, feeling more and more unable to understand Liang Musheng.

Sometimes I feel that he likes Mu Siyao very much, to an unbelievable degree, and sometimes I feel that he seems to be extremely indifferent and alienated towards her, wishing that she would stay away from him.

Is this the legendary love and hate, leading to insanity?
Seeing her staring straight at him, Liang Musheng couldn't help pinching her little face: "What are you looking at? There are not many handsome, rich, and devoted men like me in the world. You don't know how to cherish it, and you still clamor for divorce every day, and you will regret it later."

(End of this chapter)