How can the president be fierce

Chapter 288 My wife is resting. If I wake her up, I will be in a bad mood.

It should be because he fell off the motorcycle before, his expression at the moment is obviously painful, and his eyes are full of traces of panic.

"I... I didn't do it on purpose, I was just too anxious to go home, I didn't see her in the front... You let me go, please... I still have elderly parents at home, and my wife ran away , I also have 3 children... the oldest is only 6 years old..."

The man in the leather sofa chair elegantly folded his long legs, lit a cigarette slowly, and could not tell whether he was happy or angry in his dull voice: "There is someone sleeping in the bedroom, you keep quiet, you woke her up, I am in a bad mood." It's going to be bad."

The middle-aged man immediately fell silent, lowered his head, and cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

In the huge living room, even the air was cold, but he seemed to be in a hurry, his old face flushed red.

The man flicked the cigarette ash with his fingers, and the lingering blue-white smoke blurred the emotion in his eyes: "You stained my carpet."

A calm word, not even the slightest hint of anger and harshness, but it is more frightening than angry scolding.

Sometimes, not erupting is far more frightening than erupting, because they will never guess how he is planning to torture them.

The middle-aged man trembled heavily, as if he wanted to retreat, but when he moved his feet, his knees suddenly softened again, and he knelt down with a plop.

"I beg you, please let me go, I really..."

"Shh..."

The man suddenly put up his index finger and touched his thin lips: "I said, be quiet, my wife is resting."

The middle-aged man fell silent again. In such a luxurious apartment, such expensive carpets, it seemed that even the air was filled with a noble atmosphere.

He had never encountered such a strong and compelling aura around the young man in his life, and instinctively felt awe and fear, and he didn't even dare to look up at him.

He tried very hard to control himself not to sweat, but the cold sweat flowed more and more.

"I don't have much time, and I don't want to waste it on you. I only ask you once, and you can answer after you think it through! Don't blame me for not giving you a chance."

Liang Musheng adjusted his sitting posture, staring arrogantly and coldly at the man crouching at his feet: "Who ordered you?"

Sweat slipped into the fundus of his eyes, and the irritated man couldn't even open his eyes.

Middle-aged man short of breath: "I...I don't know..."

Liang Musheng withdrew his gaze: "Throw him into the police station. Since it is an attempted murder, then he will be sentenced to life. I hope he can survive until he can come out at his age."

The man trembled heavily, and almost collapsed on the ground: "No, don't... Please, there are really many children in my family waiting for me to raise, I can't go to jail, I really can't go to jail! They will be hungry Damn! Please..."

"When you take on this job, you should think of your elders and children. If they starve to death, you can only blame your parents for their bad lives. They gave birth to a worthless son. Blame your children for their bad lives. Unpromising father."

Liang Musheng's contemptuous and disdainful eyes fell on his tearful old face: "When you tried to hurt my wife, did you ever think that she also has parents, a husband, and a child who is just over a month old in her womb? ?”

It's not that he's weak, it's that he's the only one worthy of sympathy.

It's not that he is weak, he wants to live, so he can be forgiven for killing others.

(End of this chapter)