How can the president be fierce

Chapter 550 is happier than you think.

Yawning again and again, she went downstairs, and almost collided with Liang Musheng at the corner of the stairs.

She took a step back, but forgot that there were still high steps behind her, and instantly lost her center of gravity and fell behind her.

The man's steady and powerful hands supported her lower back in the next moment, and with a little force, he easily brought her back.

The cold suit was stuck to the tip of her nose, carrying his special cold fragrance. She frowned slightly, held on to the banister of the stairs with one hand, and slowly took a step back... only to find that his hand was still firmly clasped around her waist between.

She couldn't help being startled by such strength.

As soon as he raised his head, he crashed into two bottomless cold pools, and he just looked at her for a moment, as if there was a gloomy undercurrent surging in his eyes, and it seemed that it was just a pool of stagnant water that had been silent for thousands of years.

"Let go," she said.

But the man seemed not to hear her at all, just staring at her for a moment.

"Let go!!"

She finally sank, her right hand reached behind her, and pulled his fingers vigorously, but in the next moment, she was hugged into his arms forcefully, and her feet were directly forced to fly off the ground.

She gasped, and opened her eyes wide to look at the handsome face of the man who was close at hand: "Liang Musheng!! Don't mess around!!"

The man held her waist with one hand, and his voice was as dry as wind and sand: "Do you like him?"

Both of her hands were trapped by his single arm, unable to move, she struggled for a while without success, she simply stopped: "Mr. President, if you have anything to say, let's talk calmly. You are not so good, are you? How should I say it?" Your fiancée is still here, and when she saw her, she thought I was hooking you up behind her back, wouldn't it be clear if I jumped into the Yellow River?"

He really didn't like the feeling of being trapped so easily that he couldn't resist, as if he was telling her that as long as he wanted to, he could easily force her into a corner and surrender.

Liang Musheng didn't speak, two clusters of flames seemed to sprout from the bottom of his dark eyes, faintly restraining traces of madness.

He really wanted to be rational, and calmly forget the scene of her being with that man, but the more he wanted to forget, the more he thought of it crazily, almost uncontrollably, and wanted to send Yohji to deal with that man .

But there are some things that cannot be solved simply by disposing of three words.

She would not change her mind about that man just because of his sudden death.

The leather shoes made a crisp sound when they stepped on the wooden floor, and the man's frivolous voice sounded immediately: "Let go of your hand, I didn't see that Alisa was going to be out of breath, you want to strangle her, I can't bear it!"

As soon as he reminded her, Liang Musheng seemed to have just come back to his senses, seeing her pale and uncomfortable, he finally let her down.

As soon as the woman's feet touched the ground, her hands lost their restraint, and she immediately raised her hand and slapped her hard across the face.

Snapped----

Loud voices echoed above the stairs.

She squeezed her slightly numb right palm, pushed him away and staggered downstairs.

Liang Musheng lowered his eyes, a few red marks appeared on his pale handsome face, he just stood there motionless and watched her leave his sight as if fleeing for her life.

Liang Zui leaned lazily on the handrail of the stairs, gloating at him: "I'm afraid you set a precedent for the first slap in the history of Liang Cheng's president? How is it? Are you happy?"

I just like to watch him get slapped in the face, I can never get tired of watching this scene.

The man turned around and walked around him lightly: "I'm happier than you imagined."

(End of this chapter)