How can the president be fierce

Chapter 703 Arguing in the morning, come to coax your wife at night?
"Get out! Get out! Liang Musheng, get out of here!!!"

She roared hoarsely, and in a breakdown, she grabbed the teacup on the table and threw it at him.

With Liang Musheng's reflexes, he should have easily dodged, but somehow he didn't dodge when the teacup hit him, and the scalding hot water hit his shoulder and penetrated into his shirt.

Zhou Min didn't seem to expect that he would either dodge or evade, and was suddenly stunned, his bleeding lips trembled, obviously regretting: "Mu, Mu Sheng..."

Just about to step forward to check his injuries, the man has already picked up his suit jacket and strode away.

She staggered and chased after her: "Mu Sheng... Mu Sheng, do you feel any pain? Let mom see... Mu Sheng!!"

The door was slammed shut with a bang.

She trembled all over, and after staying there for two seconds, she suddenly sat down on her knees covering her face, big tears rolling down her fingers: "He loves me... woo woo... Musheng you, do you believe it?" Mom...he really...really loves me..."

……

The doorbell rang over and over again.

Qing Xiaomo was brushing her teeth. She hurriedly rinsed her mouth and came out of the bathroom. She glanced at Xia Huan who was lying on the sofa with a mask on and watching an idol drama: "Didn't you hear the doorbell?"

"Isn't it because of you! My assistant probably brought the clothes over, just open the door and get them."

"..."

Who the hell, if she comes to rub her against her, she will treat her like a maid!
Angrily, he went to open the door, and was about to reach out, but unexpectedly found that the other party didn't hold anything in his hand.

His eyes followed the man's bony hands, his thin waist, his broad chest, and finally landed on that handsome face with gritted teeth that made people hate him.

The door is about to close.

Liang Musheng easily raised his foot to block it, his eyes darkened: "I'm hurt."

Come for reassurance.

Qing Xiaomo remained expressionless: "Isn't this still dead?"

"I'm really hurt, I'm not kidding." The man said, pulling off the shirt on his chest to show her.

Although the temperature of Zhou Min's cup of tea was not as hot as it was when it hit him, it still left a red mark on his chest, and there were a few small blisters faintly.

Qing Xiaomo took a breath and remained silent for two seconds. When she spoke, she couldn't hear any change in her voice, and she was still casual: "Isn't it just a little red? You, a big man, can't bear such a little injury? Go back and paint it yourself. Just some scald medicine."

As he said that, he was about to close the door again, but the man's feet stood there standing still.

"I don't know where the scald medicine is at home." He looked at her with innocence written all over his face.

Qing Xiaomo gradually became angry, and raised her voice: "Are you just a family?! Go back to the presidential palace, there are plenty of medicines for you!"

"It's too far away, since we're here, why don't we use the scald medicine here first."

After someone finished speaking, he automatically and spontaneously broke away her hand that had been blocking the door, and strode in.

Xia Huan had already sat up from the sofa, still wearing the mask, and whistled at him like a rogue: "Hey, you move very fast! You quarreled in the morning and came to coax your wife at night?"

Liang Musheng didn't even look at her: "Which bedroom does Alisa sleep in?"

"Don't tell him—"

"The one on the right."

Two voices appeared almost at the same time.

The man pulled his thin lips slightly, and walked straight to the bedroom pointed by Xia Huan. Qing Xiaomo chased after him with a cold face: "Liang Musheng, I told you that I don't like you! And I hate you very much! You can't understand people's words, do you?" ?”

(End of this chapter)