How can the president be fierce

Chapter 659 Afraid of revealing his emotions as soon as he opened his mouth.

Qing Xiaomo sneered: "Mr. Liang, don't be joking. Who doesn't know that you are the most handsome president in the world. Which woman can resist your charm? If I really don't like you, I will hold back the hard work of being pregnant for ten months Give birth to your son?"

Which woman can resist your charm?

"Like you?"

"..."

The three words that were calm and breezy left her speechless.

Dropped the phone, got up and started getting dressed.

……

Liang Mo had a severe fever, and the test results hadn't come out yet, and the whole hospital seemed to be shrouded in an unknown low pressure.

His little face was flushed with heat, and he was crying and hugging Liang Musheng, refusing to let go.

Qing Xiaomo pushed the door open and entered. When he saw her, he was just moaning, but suddenly he burst into tears and opened his arms to be hugged by her.

She quickly took off her coat and walked over, reached out and hugged him into her arms: "It's okay, it's okay, it won't be uncomfortable in a while."

He still had a needle in his hand and was receiving an infusion. The normally domineering young master was now weak and helpless like a homeless kitten.

Liang Mo cried out of breath: "Ma Ma... woo... Ma Ma..."

"Well, Mama is here, be good, don't cry."

"Woooo..."

Two in the morning.

Liang Mo finally calmed down gradually, and fell asleep in Qing Xiaomo's arms. Liang Musheng twisted a wet towel to help him wipe his tear-stained face and hands.

The light in the ward was dim and gentle, covering his angular profile, casting a few perfectly curved shadows.

Tonight, he was extraordinarily silent, hardly saying a word to her.

Probably because he was afraid of revealing his emotions when he opened his mouth.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Liang Musheng's big hands were always tightly wrapped around his son's small and tender hands, as if he could hold him tightly and prevent death from taking him away.

In the depths of the corridor, there was the sound of hurried footsteps.

The man's thin lips were gradually pursed into a line, and the dim light and shadow shone into his eyes, which seemed to be absorbed, and it became more and more deep and cold.

Qing Xiaomo was also nervous, but she couldn't show it, so she could only pretend to be calm.

It seemed like a century had passed before the door of the ward was pushed open.

She saw the slight smile on the blond man's face, and the heart hanging high in her throat finally fell back into her chest.

Sure enough, the doctor quickly said, "It's just a normal cold and fever, please don't worry, sir."

Liang Musheng didn't look at him, and didn't have too many emotions, he still slowly wiped his son's little hands until his palms were flushed red, and then he let out a low 'hmm'.

He didn't say anything, but Qing Xiaomo really felt what he was thinking at the moment.

This is not something to be very happy about. The more time goes by, the more difficult life will be. Death will eventually take this innocent child away, and they will still lose him after all.

Liang Hao was still a month away from turning 5 years old safely, but he fell ill after only one month.

But their Liang Mo still has a whole year to go. How many times will they be tortured like this day after day in this year, trying to catch that one percent that is hopeless? .

Qing Xiaomo waved her hand to signal the doctor to leave, looked up at the already bright sky: "You must be hungry? I'll go out and buy you some breakfast."

She knew that he had always been picky when it came to eating, but in this situation, he couldn't be picky anymore.

(End of this chapter)