How can the president be fierce

Chapter 279 Stay away from me, I'm here to see my fiance-to-be!

The man stared at her with dark eyes: "What else do you think I can do? Prescribe you medicine? Do you poison you to death or sleep you?"

When he asked such a rhetorical question, Qing Xiaomo thought about it, and she was right.

Firstly, he didn't have any reason to kill her. After all, he was a husband and wife, so there shouldn't be such a deep hatred. Second, he didn't give her any reason to have sexual intercourse. After all, he only rolled in the bed for half the night last night...

The man crossed the table with his long arms, and touched her little head: "I saw that your complexion is not very good, and I wanted to give you some nutrition. How come you have become a villain with evil intentions in your eyes?"

Qing Xiaomo wrinkled the tip of her nose in embarrassment: "Okay, I wronged you, you can squeeze it, how many cups should I drink?"

Liang Musheng didn't look very happy, he just twitched the corners of his lips symbolically: "Good boy."

He got up to squeeze the juice again, Qing Xiaomo simply cleaned up the table, and stood beside him to wash the dishes.

Liang Musheng seemed to be preoccupied, and when he seldom worked with her but quietly did not tease her, Qing Xiaomo always felt that something was wrong.

As soon as I looked up, I found that there were traces of depression between his brows and eyes, and his lips were pale, as if he was not feeling well.

She hurriedly washed her foamy hands, wiped them casually on the apron, and leaned against him: "Liang Musheng, are you..."

Before he finished speaking, the man suddenly staggered heavily.

"Liang Musheng——" She gasped, and subconsciously hugged him tightly, but she was still carried by the man's heavy body and fell down together.

……

Xihe hurried to the hospital, and saw Liang Musheng lying on the hospital bed with his eyes closed, and the medicine was dripping from the infusion tube.

Qing Xiaomo sat on the edge of the bed, lowered her head and silently wiped her tears.

He let out a heavy breath, loosened his tie, and smiled lukewarmly: "It's so fucking interesting! I've known this guy for so many years, and the number of times he's been in the hospital is not as many as you. Qing Xiaomo, are you possessed by the spirit of decline?"

Qing Xiaomo condensed her eyebrows, buried her head even lower, and the tears that had stopped just now fell down again.

Xihe is not Liang Musheng, he doesn't have the energy to coax her, and frowns irritably: "Okay, okay, what do you women know other than crying when encountering things? Isn't he still dead?!"

As soon as the words fell, a woman's cold laughter came from the door: "If you look down on a woman who can only cry, why do you just know how to circle around women like a pug every day?"

Xihe was taken aback for a moment, and when he turned around, he saw the little woman who made him miss him day and night.

Xia Huan was wearing a red dress with slits, with small bare shoulders and a slender and enchanting waist. Under the slit hem, a pair of slender, white and tender legs loomed, which attracted people's imagination.

The woman's palm-sized face was mostly covered by sunglasses, leaving only a tall nose bridge and a delicate chin. Her maroon curly hair fell on her shoulders, and she was full of charm.

Some women, no matter how long they have known her, will always be so amazed by her that they forget to breathe. Xia Huan is a master among them.

Xihe took a breath, and instinctively leaned forward: "My wife..."

Before he could get close, the woman covered her lips with a disgusted hand and pushed her away: "Stay away from me, I'm here to see my fiancé-to-be!"

Prospective fiance?

Xihe's expression changed upon hearing this: "Who?! Who the hell dares to fight for my wife?!"

(End of this chapter)