How can the president be fierce

Chapter 625 Actually saw his own shadow in Liang Mo's body.

Although she didn't allow him to touch her from the beginning, she basically didn't refuse any gestures within the range of friends like touching shoulders.

He frowned: "Alisa?"

Qing Xiaomo frowned, silent for a long time, before saying: "I'm sorry I'm a little tired, I'll go back to sleep first."

Liang Zui stood where she was, watching her leaving figure.

After several years of acquaintance, he has seen her leaving with her back to him more than once, but there has never been a single time, like now, which is shocking.

It was as if a little bit of quicksand that was always clutched in his palm flowed away silently, in a way and reason that he couldn't distinguish...

Even, I forgot to say goodbye...

On the balcony on the second floor, a slender figure quietly left.

……

Had a lot of bizarre dreams.

In the dream, there was Xiao Qianrou's gentle and quiet smile, Liang Musheng's deep and indiscernible gaze, and Ethan wearing a floral apron standing in the sun pouring coffee for the guests.

But she seemed to be an outsider all the time, just watching them fade away from her dream in vain, and then, it was blank...

It was cold and hot.

It was as if someone had poured cold shattered ice and flames into her body at the same time. Her body couldn't bear it, and she gradually curled up into a ball, sobbing softly.

In this life, the only reliance that has never changed is her mother.

But she is powerless to change the torture and abuse she has endured these years, because her existence itself is a kind of torture and abuse to her.

It wasn't until a warm little hand was pressed against her cheek that she broke free from the confused predicament, and when she opened her eyes, she saw a small face close at hand.

Liang Musheng occupied her bedroom, she was really tired, so she quietly came to Liang Mo's bedroom, not sure if she woke him up by talking in her sleep.

"Mama, you sweat a lot, don't you feel uncomfortable..."

The child's soft and warm little hands caressed his cheeks, his little brows were seriously frowned, and his eyes were full of distress.

"I've seen that son of his..."

"Don't you think he looks like you?"

Ethan's voice pierced through time and went straight into the ear holes, and in a daze, he actually saw his own shadow on Liang Mo's body.

But what is it like?

Her gaze swept over his eyebrows, eyes, nose, and small mouth bit by bit, as if nothing alike.

Liang Mo leaned down and hugged her gently: "Mama, I won't be angry with you anymore, don't get sick, okay?"

Qing Xiaomo struggled to sit up, only to realize that she was covered in cold sweat, maybe her complexion is not very good at the moment, right?
She slid off the sofa, knelt on the ground with one knee at eye level with him, and gently helped him straighten the collar of his pajamas with one hand: "Liang Mo, do you miss your biological mother?"

Liang Mo didn't seem to expect her to ask himself such a question. After thinking about it carefully, he shook his head, but quickly changed his head to nod.

He has never met his biological mother, so naturally he doesn't know whether he wants it or not.

"Then do you think family affection is more important in this world, or morality and ethics are more important?"

"...what is morality?"

"It's what you do, which is hated by everyone and is a bad thing, but it is a very happy thing for your relatives."

Her words were too complicated, Liang Mo frowned and thought carefully for a while before saying, "I choose...family affection."

(End of this chapter)