How can the president be fierce

Chapter 598 I'm not cold, you need to cover me with a blanket?

The woman who threatened to squint for a while fell asleep after lying on the sofa for a few minutes.

She is really tired these days, it's not bad that she didn't break herself.

In the huge living room, I don't know when it became quiet and there was no one there.

A black private car came from a distance, bypassed the white fountain, and stopped outside the villa. The driver quickly got out of the car and respectfully opened the door for the man in the back seat.

The young and handsome man leaned out of the car, and casually straightened the sleeves of his expensive suit. His gaze inadvertently swept across the floor-to-ceiling windows, and then froze.

In the dimly lit hall, the woman's slender body was curled up on the sofa, covered with a thin blanket, sleeping soundly and sweetly.

Alisa...

The thin lips moved, and he murmured her name, with a volume just enough for him to hear alone.

Liang Musheng never knew that his eyesight was so good, and from such a long distance, he could clearly see her slender and thick eyelashes, tucked quietly on her eyelids.

It would be great if she could stop by his side and sleep peacefully on his sofa every time after going around for a while.

But beside the sofa, her suitcase stood clearly, reminding him that she might leave again at any time.

……

Turning over in a daze, the woman who was shocked by the momentary weightlessness subconsciously let out a low cry.

When he opened his eyes, he realized that he almost fell off the sofa just now.

"Did you sleep well?"

Behind her, the man's clear and indifferent voice pierced the back of her head like a needle, she frowned slightly, turned around, and saw in the dim light, a handsome man in a meticulously ironed handmade suit was drinking elegantly. Tea, looking at some information in the notebook.

The bright light from the notebook illuminated his flawless handsome face. The man didn't look at her from the beginning to the end, but only slightly raised his curved and beautiful chin: "There's tea over there, I think you might need a cup now."

Throat is indeed dry.

She didn't speak, she folded the blankets on her body and threw them aside, leaned over and poured herself a cup of tea, the unique fragrance spread in the air along the curling smoke, awakening the sleepy nerves.

This man is used to enjoyment, especially when drinking tea, he is even more particular about it.

She took a few sips silently, and glanced at the blanket beside her: "I'm not cold, do you need to cover me with a blanket?"

He didn't think she would be moved by the fake affection, did he?

In the bright light of the notebook, the man raised his head and looked at her faintly: "I'm sorry, the blanket was already there when I came here, it should be covered by Uncle Zhou for you."

"..."

Qing Xiaomo's face changed slightly, she was a little embarrassed, and coughed dryly: "It's fine if you didn't build it, I want to visit my mother, please tell me the address."

The man withdrew his gaze, and his voice was still so flat that there was no wave at all: "I'll take you with me after dinner. After all, my father also underwent surgery, so I need to go and see him too."

"Then let's have dinner!"

"When Liang Mo wakes up, he is tired from today's troubles and has already fallen asleep."

"..."

Qing Xiaomo couldn't understand why this man valued meals more than his life, as if he would lose two catties if he missed a meal.

(End of this chapter)