How can the president be fierce

Chapter 761 You are not my real mother, I don't want to go with you!

Maybe she was too anxious, there was no trace of joking on her face anymore, Liang Mo seemed to be frightened, stared at her blankly for a few seconds, and suddenly pulled her little hand out of her palm: "I want to sleep, late ,Good night."

The repulsion and fear he looked at her for a moment almost made Qing Xiaomo's tears well up in her eyes.

"Momo..."

As soon as his hand was on his little shoulder, Liang Mo jumped up from the quilt as if he was stimulated: "You are not my real mother! Dad is my real father! I don't want to go with you!"

Leaving this sentence behind, he climbed off the bed and ran out with his little butt pouted all the way as if fleeing for his life.

It seemed that if it was a little later, she would really knock him out and sneak him away.

Qing Xiaomo froze in place.

You are not my real mother, my father is my real father...

You are not my own mother...

That's right, even though she was pregnant for ten months, she didn't feel anything, neither took care of him with painstaking efforts, nor raised him with sincerity.

Even if he chased after her and kept calling Ma Ma, he just thought she was suitable to fill his vacant mother position.

She sat by the bed, looked at the empty mattress, and was silent for a long time, then suddenly smiled lowly, but tears rolled down at the same time...

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When Liang Musheng came back, it was already 12 o'clock in the middle of the night the next day.

As if he had a fever, the blood on his handsome face was gone, it was an unconcealable look of exhaustion, and he suppressed coughing one after another.

The doctor hurried over to help him put on the IV, and Qing Xiaomo twisted a warm towel to help him wipe the sweat off his face.

After hanging up the two bottles of intravenous drip, he seemed to have just become a little conscious, looking at her with thin Danfeng eyes in confusion: "Alisa?"

She smiled slightly: "Huh?"

"Why are you here?"

"This is the presidential palace, Liang Musheng, you are home and have a high fever."

His body was too weak, and he started working continuously before he recovered, not to mention taking a plane for nearly 24 hours in a row.

Liang Musheng paused, then coughed softly: "Oh, today's work is a bit heavy."

"Ah."

"Alisa..."

"Ok?"

"I'm very hungry."

Qing Xiaomo laughed, and pinched his chin with her fingers: "Okay, I made porridge, go get you a bowl."

Mr. President, who had a fever, was so delicate that he refused to even raise his hand, and let her feed him spoon by spoon, staring at her little face thoughtfully.

"I went shopping with Xia Huan today, and I fell in love with a very beautiful dress. Unfortunately, there is only the last one left, and Xia Huan snatched it away. Otherwise, I will wear it for you to have a look. You must like it."

"However, there are gains and losses. She was forced by me to treat me to dinner and a movie, and even gave me a bracelet, which is very expensive and beautiful..."

"You don't know how serious the traffic jam is outside today. There seems to be a car accident on the road, so careless..."

Qing Xiaomo talked one after another, without any focus, as if she just wanted to chat with him.

She was rarely so talkative.

Liang Musheng felt that there was something wrong with her in a daze, but after careful identification, there seemed to be nothing unusual about her.

"I heard that the flower garden in Qingzhou is blooming. There are a lot of photos on the Internet. It's very beautiful. Let's take a look when we have time."

"But this season, it's not bad to go to Nanshan to pick cherries."

(End of this chapter)