How can the president be fierce

Chapter 740 I'm Not Even Angry, Why Are You Angry?

"You may have another 20 minutes to escape from Liangcheng. If you touch his woman, your brother may not be able to survive." He said without expression, turned and left.

get away?

Liangzui shook the wine glass in his hand, his beast-like black eyes full of plundering aura shone faintly.

This is the time when he has been most interested in Liangcheng for so many years, how could he be willing to run away...

Ah.

……

The black sports car galloped past in the night, running through twelve red lights all the way.

In the bedroom, the woman seemed to have just taken a shower, and was sitting in front of the dressing table concentrating on arranging her long wet hair.

"Are you back? I heard that your grandpa was seriously ill and admitted to the hospital. Are you okay?" She lowered her head and fiddled with the tangled ends of her hair, her voice soft and quiet.

As if she was just a gentle wife who cleaned at home, took care of the children, and waited for her husband to return.

The man's scarlet eyes were reflected in the mirror on the dressing table.

His hands were propped on the dressing table in front of her, and the dressing table couldn't bear the sudden pressure, making a slight creaking sound.

Qing Xiaomo waited for a while without hearing his voice, raised her head, looked at him in the mirror, and smiled: "Don't make that expression, it's scary."

He was staring at the bruises on her wrist, his usually deep and calm black eyes were almost red with a thin layer of blood, but his face was abnormally pale, like a ghost who just crawled out of the gate of hell.

After being together for so long, she has seen him angry and angry countless times, but there is never a time like this one, full of destructive rage factors.

Liang Musheng's eyes moved up little by little, sliding across her skin like a knife.

She was wearing a black men's shirt with the top three buttons undone.

Qing Xiaomo turned around, fiddled with her hair casually in front of the mirror, drunken shirt, traces of drunkenness...

As if in the blink of an eye, she had completely belonged to that man from the inside out.

"Don't be so angry, I'm not angry, why are you angry?"

She slowly poured some lotion and patted it on her face, as if she suddenly remembered something, she looked up at him: "By the way, how did Liang Mo's birthday party go? I couldn't attend it, it's really..."

Before he finished speaking, the seat he was sitting on was suddenly turned half a circle by the man.

Such an overbearing force made her almost unable to sit still, she subconsciously supported the dressing table to stabilize her figure, the next moment her chin was firmly held by the man and lifted up, and she was forced to meet his snow-covered black eyes .

"He, touch, no, touch, you?!" The five words gnashed their teeth, as if picked out of the blood dripping from hell, entangled the most evil soul of the devil.

Qing Xiaomo looked at him with black and white eyes, unconsciously slid her fingers over the wounded lips, and asked without answering, "What do you think?"

What do you think?

Compared to his impending storm, her reaction was too calm.

Did she just accept the cold drunk so easily, or...she actually already had cold drunk in her heart?

The man's thin lips pursed into an icy arc, and the big hand that clasped her chin turned to grab her wrist. Such a strong force covered the wound, and the pain spread instantly to every corner of the nerve.

Qing Xiaomo was almost forcibly dragged out of the villa all the way, without struggling, she let him stuff herself into the car.

As expected, went straight to the hospital.

Gynecology.

(End of this chapter)