How can the president be fierce

Chapter 730 Don't look at me, the son was born by you, I don't know anything.

I don't know what is stewed in the pot, it is smoking, and the aroma is attractive.

Liang Musheng peeled off the peel of the fruit, turned around to squeeze the juice, only to find that she was standing outside the kitchen, still wearing light pajamas, her long black hair was casually scattered on her shoulders, a small face with no makeup on, and So exquisite that people can't take their eyes off it.

He seldom had this kind of time when he was approached so close quietly without noticing it.

Unexpectedly, she didn't reject her, her thin lips curled into an inexplicable arc, her voice gradually became hoarse, revealing some kind of unknown invitation: "What do you want to do? Huh? Mrs. Liang?"

Qing Xiaomo supported the wall with one hand, and unconsciously scratched the smooth wall with the tip of her index finger, looking at him so confused and innocent.

She didn't know why she came down and what she wanted to do, but suddenly... wanted to see him.

It seems that it has been a long time since I have seen him so carefully, seen his thick eyelashes, seen his eyes as deep as the sea, seen his tall nose bridge, seen his curved and sexy thin lips...

"Daddy, what are you doing?"

The voice of milk and milky voice suddenly appeared with a nasal sound that was not yet awake. Qing Xiaomo was startled, and almost hurriedly pushed away the man who was already half on top of her.

"Um……"

Liang Musheng let out a muffled snort, he didn't expect that she would suddenly push himself so hard, and he staggered back two steps defenselessly.

Qing Xiaomo's small face was flushed red, while tidying up the messy pajamas with trembling little hands, she apologized in a low voice: "Cough, no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

She knew that he still had an important press conference today, how could he go with this injury?
How to do?
If the president of a dignified country has this kind of injury in this kind of place, it's hard not to make people think about it.

Liang Mo Diandian'er ran in, smiling particularly maliciously: "Oh, oh, I know, you guys are kissing, aren't you? It's always played like this on TV, hehehehe..."

Qing Xiaomo choked, and opened her eyes wide in disbelief.

What TV are kids watching these days?Shouldn't he be watching innocent and harmless cartoons at his age?

The eyes of reproach turned to Liang Musheng, it was too much, how to educate his son? ! !
The man casually took out a tissue to wipe the blood on his lips, and gave her a look that he understood: "Don't look at me, the son was born by you, I don't know anything."

"..."

……

"Tsk tsk..."

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Amidst Xia Huan's countless tut-tsk clicks, Qing Xiaomo finally broke out unbearably: "What exactly do you want to say? Can you ask me directly?!"

"Directly?"

(End of this chapter)