How can the president be fierce

Chapter 668 She dares to touch anyone I, Feng Ying, likes?
With an inexplicable shame and anger in his heart, he shook off Liang Mo's little hand and ran away in a hurry.

"Mama!"

Liang Mo wanted to catch up, but Liang Musheng brought him back by the back collar with one hand: "Okay, you are shy now, she has a bad temper, be careful to turn around and catch up, and she will treat her as a punching bag."

Liang Mo frowned, thought about it carefully, and seemed to think that what he said was quite reasonable, so she kept silent.

Mu Huanian's meticulously painted eyelashes were slightly lowered, and he took a sip of tea calmly: "Thank you for your tea, I like it very much, I know that to be a good wife of the president, you have to endure hardships that ordinary people can't bear, and I have done it for this. I am ready and look forward to your active contact, I will go first."

After finishing the words, she got up, bowed respectfully, picked up the mink fur coat, turned around and left with a slender waist.

Liang Musheng acted as if he didn't hear it, and glanced over the window beside him, looking at a slim figure who had just walked out of the teahouse.

She didn't know what she was stepping on, she kept walking with a kick, and after a few steps, she raised her heel to have a look, and finally ignored it, and got into the car directly.

The impatience of her frowning appeared spontaneously in front of her eyes.

His cool, paper-thin lips parted a little, and the man let out a low, leisurely hum, and looked up into the distance.

The sky in Liangcheng is always blue and pure, like a lake that has never been visited by people, but occasionally, a few dark clouds that are obtrusive to the eyes will float from a distance.

……

In the mobile phone, the piercing sound of glass breaking, roaring jazz, crying and swearing are intertwined.

The drowsy little woman couldn't take it anymore and moved the phone away a little, picked out the ear holes that were a little uncomfortable from the shock, and glanced at the caller ID.

"Hello? Are you Mianmian's older sister? Something happened to Mianmian, come here quickly! Huh...don't hit me...don't hit you..."

The girl's immature and helpless pleading came from the phone.

Qing Xiaomo's nerves tensed, and she woke up almost immediately.

Throwing off the quilt and getting out of bed, without even bothering to change clothes, he grabbed a coat and ran all the way down the stairs: "Where are you now?"

……

Tricolor club.

When Qing Xiaomo rushed over, the inside was still in a mess, men and women wrestled together, and the outside was wrapped in three or four layers of pure fun, and the voices of applause kept coming and going.

She squeezed in with great effort. In a crowd of strangers, her face was painted and her clothes were torn. Gu Mian's unique Western-style Her pretty face is still very conspicuous.

It's just that Gu Mian tonight is particularly... not quite right.

She just stood there with a blank expression on her face, being torn apart by a few well-dressed little girls. If it wasn't for a little girl protecting her, her face would probably be scratched right now. .

"Gu Mian!"

She yelled, and squeezed her way over. Before she could get close, someone grabbed her by the hair: "Little scumbag, you dare to find helpers? My sister won't waste your face today, I won't fuck you!" Call Feng Ying!"

"Ah, pain, pain! Let go! Let's talk if we have something to say..."

"Stop pretending to be pitiful! I, Feng Ying, dare to touch anyone I like. Not only will I destroy you today, but I will also destroy your entire family tomorrow!"

"..."

The second floor.

A flustered figure knocked open the door of the box, was hugging a disheveled man who was kissed by a little internet celebrity, and squinted impatiently when he was disturbed.

(End of this chapter)