How can the president be fierce

Chapter 679 It's okay, I don't dislike you.

Liang Musheng didn't seem to bother to ask her, squinting at his son who was struggling to fly the kite, and said in a cool voice, "While I'm still a little patient, throw away all the messy things he gave you, and I only give you one day , A day later, I will do it for you."

"No, you think everyone is like you. Giving a gift is like getting married. You buy clothes, shoes and bags in batches? Are you doing wholesale?! You don't care about it at all."

Liang Mu's long arms stretched across the back of the bench behind her, as if she was stretching her body, but from a distance, it seemed more like she was embracing her in his arms.

Rubbing the raised printed characters on the book cover with his fingers, his voice was low and slow, hiding an unknown bewitchment: "Well, compared to wandering."

... exiles!

Qing Xiaomo gave him a disgusted look, got up and wanted to leave, but in the next moment he wrapped her arms tightly around her waist and brought her back into her arms: "Don't run around, stay with me for a while."

His voice was relaxed like never before, as if the whole sky had been dyed a lot brighter.

Liang Mo stepped on the dry leaves on the ground and made a creaking sound, sweating profusely from running.

He was still so young, so lively, and looked... so healthy.

……

At around 3 o'clock in the morning, Liang Musheng received a call from the presidential palace, got up and began to get dressed.

The room was too quiet, Qing Xiaomo heard the content of the phone clearly, sat up and looked at him.

The rustling sound stopped, he put on his watch, glanced at his cute and well-behaved son sleeping in the middle of the bed, his voice was a little hoarse for some reason: "He is too young, it is not convenient for you to go to that kind of occasion. ...take care of him for me."

Qing Xiaomo nodded: "Okay."

Liang Musheng's thin lips moved, but he hesitated to speak.

After all, without saying anything, she propped herself up on the bed with one hand, kissed Liang Mo's warm and soft forehead, and fondled his little face lovingly. After a long time, she let out a low sigh.

Innate noble status, and the threat of death accompanied by life...

Is it a gift from God, or a punishment?
Standing in front of the French window, Qing Xiaomo gathered her clothes and watched his car disappear from sight, feeling suddenly mixed in her heart.

If the child she had with Liang Mu had survived, it would be almost 5 years old now.

Suddenly, she began to rejoice, thankfully that the child left quietly in the womb, otherwise she was not sure if she could bear the pain of worrying about gains and losses for five years.

……

Liang Hao's funeral was held in an extremely low-key and quiet manner, no media dared to report the news.

Liangcheng is still Liangcheng, prosperous and rich, some people sing and sing every night to get drunk, and some people live in a dull and busy life.

Liang Mo hasn't seen Liang Musheng for a whole week, but he doesn't care at all.

At a young age, I have already seen the first signs of love.

He bit the small spoon, tilted his head and stared at Gu Mian's exquisite facial features without blinking: "Sister, have you ever heard of Baby Kiss?"

Gu Mian sat in front of the makeup mirror, putting on makeup expressionlessly: "I'm 13 years older than you."

"It's okay, I don't dislike you."

"I despise you."

"..."

Qing Xiaomo came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, just in time to hear this conversation, and immediately frowned: "How old are you and you start thinking about your wife? Shameless!"

Liang Mo jumped off the chair angrily: "What's the big deal! When I grow up, I'll be as handsome as my father. If you beg me, I won't!"

(End of this chapter)