How can the president be fierce

Chapter 656 I Thought You Had Gone

This was the first time for Liang Musheng to relax without hearing her cry of pain.

The knuckles of the fingers were silently closed again, and the man's sharp hawk-like eyes stared at her gradually wrinkled little face, as if to distinguish whether she had a heart or not.

She was startled by the clear traces of coldness and mockery in her eyes.

Cold sweat slid down her forehead, her fingers holding the sleeve of his suit turned pale, she gritted her teeth and stopped talking.

It was like a tacit war, he provoked it, and she resisted to the death.

There was a stalemate for a full 5 minutes.

Until the sticky and warm liquid seeped through the clothes on her shoulders and seeped into her fingers, he finally let go of his hand suddenly.

Lost.

He has lost this game since the moment she climbed the wall with a popsicle and appeared on the tree in his garden more than ten years ago.

Qing Xiaomo was wearing a white sweater, and her injured arm was almost stained with blood.

He stood there, watching her staggeringly walk towards the villa, such a weak and frail little body, but always condensed an indestructible force.

It was an insurmountable city wall, as if anyone could easily enter it, except him.

Only he can't.

……

After taking off her coat, in the mirror, Qing Xiaomo couldn't help frowning fiercely due to the mottled bloodstains on her snow-white skin.

This bitch!

The location of the wound was not easy to bandage, and she could only use one hand. Her tired arm was sore from standing in front of the mirror, so she still didn't bandage it well.

Until a pair of slender arms reached out from behind, took the gauze with long fingers, and helped her tidy it up.

His special male hormone atmosphere enveloped her whole body, she rolled her eyelids lazily and looked at the indifferent man in the mirror: "I thought you had already gone."

roll.

In Liangcheng, she was the only one who dared to use the word 'roll' to Mr. President lightly, and still stood in his arms.

Liang Musheng put one hand in his pocket: "I really want to 'get off' and never come back, but my experience tells me that in a few days I will still be very spineless and want to 'get off' and come back to see you." , Instead of doing this, it's better not to bother, lest I won't see you for a few days, and it will still be a disadvantage."

His voice was calm and cool, without any trace of love, as if he was explaining a matter of course very seriously.

Qing Xiaomo looked at his overly delicate handsome face in the mirror, wondering: "Liang Musheng, isn't it the nature of your men to like the new and dislike the old? You must spend time with me? Don't you think you are cheap?"

He is the president of a country, and his pride and dignity should not allow him to do something that is not in line with his status.

Liang Musheng suddenly laughed.

He raised his eyes, and met her in the mirror. The perfectly curved Danfeng eyes clearly had a cold and evil aura: "I like it, can you control it?"

"..."

Qing Xiaomo's eyes widened in disbelief, did this man take the wrong medicine today?

"I still have something to do, you rest first, I'll come back later to have dinner with you, good boy."

He cupped her little face from behind with both hands, taking advantage of his height, he bent down and kissed her soft little face with ease.

Qing Xiaomo froze, before he could struggle, he had let her go spontaneously.

(End of this chapter)