How can the president be fierce

Chapter 44 Even you are mine, let alone your cell phone.

Xiao Qianrou's knuckles holding the pen were cold and pale, and she just stared at Qing Xiaomo for a moment.

If Xia Huan is really forced to use, just paying her liquidated damages will catch up with the production cost of the whole show, so how can I make money?
But because of her words, the man agreed without blinking.

In addition, he stepped forward forcefully to stop Shen Suya's case, the top medical team hired from abroad, and the Yinhe mansion came in and out...

what does this mean?
Liang Musheng raised his wrist to check the time, and then lazily got up: "I have an appointment to play golf with my friends, and you continue to chat about the details, just send an assistant screenwriter to report in detail the selling points of this show."

In such a large meeting, the men came and went so freely that they were almost insolent, and they were not given any respect at all.

Qing Xiaomo got up silently to pack her things, and left the meeting room under Xiao Qianrou's sharp gaze like a knife.

……

golf course.

Under the huge parasol, the man changed into an off-white casual suit, and the sunglasses covered half of his handsome face, making it difficult to see his emotions at the moment.

Qing Xiaomo was separated from him by the table, holding a notebook, and honestly reported: "The script of "The First Abandoned Empress" combines the most popular elements of time travel and palace fighting..."

"Looking at other men in front of my husband, Qing Xiaomo, aren't you afraid that the knife on the head of sex will fall and hurt you?"

This was the first time he called her by her name, even the first and last name, with a bit of eerie danger.

Qing Xiaomo choked, and she didn't have the confidence to defend herself: "How can I..."

Uncle Zhou smiled slightly: "Young Madam, from the time the Young Master passed to leave, you took a total of five sneak peeks at Mr. Xiao, for one second, three seconds, two seconds, three seconds, and seven seconds."

"..." Qing Xiaomo stared at the elderly man dumbfounded.

Is he an agent? !The observation is so subtle that it is so abnormal!

She coughed dryly, and continued to speak plausibly: "I, I also look at other people, and most of the time I look at you! Wanting sex is also coveting your beauty!"

As soon as the voice fell, the mobile phone on the table rang.

She was clearly at hand, but she lost in her reaction speed. She watched helplessly as the man stretched out his long arms and fished the phone over.

Vaguely seeing the word 'Male God' displayed on the screen, she tensed up and hurriedly got up to grab it: "Hey! This is my phone!"

"Even you are mine, let alone your mobile phone." Liang Musheng wrapped one arm around her waist, easily imprisoning her in his arms, and slid the answer button with the other hand.

Xiao Qianrou's voice was dyed with anger, almost trembling: "Qing Xiaomo, you would rather go and be a mistress to a strange man than come and beg me?!"

Liang Musheng twitched the corners of his lips, but didn't speak, just looked down at the little woman in his arms who was writhing in vain, trying to break free from him.

Xiao Qianrou's words were not so much humiliating her as they were waiting for her to explain that all of this was a misunderstanding.

But what was waiting was silence, the default.

　The second update is coming soon, okay?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)