How can the president be fierce

Chapter 687 Even if you die by drowning, what does it have to do with you?

The unsmiling bodyguard in a suit and leather shoes leaned down, and his voice was as flat as a robot: "Hello, according to Mr.'s instructions, let's take the young master back to the presidential palace."

Qing Xiaomo curled her fingers slightly, looked through the open car door, and did not find Liang Musheng in the hall.

His throat was inexplicably dry, and he struggled for a while, but he still couldn't help it: "What about him...?"

"Mr. still has important business to deal with, so it's not convenient to come here for the time being."

"..."

If it was said that she knelt down to Qingcheng because of Chenguang before, which caused him to come to question him in a rage, then at this moment, his sudden quietness and avoidance made people feel even more chilling.

She could even imagine how he restrained himself from rushing over and breaking her neck with his own hands.

He safely entrusted his only son to her care, but she left him alone at the banquet.

……

After Liang Mo was carried away, she sat in the car for a long time, until Gu Mian called out to herself, and then she came back to her senses.

"Sorry, it's all because of me." She lowered her head, her voice was low, with unconcealable guilt.

Qing Xiaomo pulled the corners of her lips reluctantly: "No, I was not careful, I could have taken him to find you, but I found it troublesome..."

After all, it wasn't her child who was conceived in October, she would never be able to truly take care of Liang Mo from the perspective of a mother.

Liang Mu was right to be angry.

After getting out of the car, the moment his right foot touched the ground, a piercing pain spread along the nerve endings all over his limbs.

"hiss--"

The pain was so painful that he took a breath, and when he lowered his head, he realized that his right ankle had swelled up at some point.

Seeing her lowered head and confused face, Gu Mian kindly went to help her: "You twisted when you jumped from the balcony, do you want to go to the hospital? What if you hurt your bones?"

"..."

Have it?

She frowned and thought about it carefully, but she didn't remember it, and shook her head: "It's okay, just apply ice overnight."

……

My ankle hurts badly and I can't sleep well.

In a daze, he felt that there seemed to be a figure in the single sofa chair in the bedroom, and he woke up instantly.

After rubbing his eyes and looking carefully, he breathed a sigh of relief and raised his hand to turn on the light: "When did you come in?"

The man was still wearing a neat handmade suit. Seeing her wake up, he lit a cigarette slowly.

As the flames flickered on and off, curls of smoke shrouded his body, but he could still clearly see the thick haze buried deep in his eyes, which fell on her face like a knife.

Qing Xiaomo had some difficulty breathing, and apologized dryly: "I'm sorry, I originally thought that the banquet would be full of dignified figures, there would be no traffickers, and I thought nothing would happen if I let him play by himself..."

All she knew about the danger of a four-year-old child was being abducted by traffickers, thinking that since he would not be abducted, nothing major would happen to him.

Blue smoke escaped from between the man's thin lips, blurring the traces of sarcasm at the corners of his lips, only a blunt and cold voice scraped across her nerves like a blunt knife: "Yes, as long as he is not trafficked by human traffickers, I will Playing, bumping, even if he drowned and died, he deserves it, what does it have to do with you?"

Qing Xiaomo's fingers on the quilt unconsciously curled up.

(End of this chapter)