How can the president be fierce

Chapter 762 Who told you that she is not your real mother?
"In two days, it seems that a famous singer in New York is going to hold a concert. The tickets are all sold out. I'll ask Xia Huan to see if she can help me get two. If you wear sunglasses and a mask, no one will recognize you. Come out, let's go to a concert together, the kind where we can wave light sticks, okay?"

"Alisa." He interrupted her suddenly.

Qing Xiaomo was taken aback for a moment, as if realizing that she had said too much, she frowned angrily: "Did I disturb you?"

The man's cool fingers slid her small face, and his eyes were soft: "How about tomorrow? I'll take you to Xia Huan to grab the skirt back first, and then accompany you to Qingzhou to see the flowers bloom, then go to Nanshan to pick cherries, and then accompany you You go to the concert."

Qing Xiaomo looked at his dazed pupils, which were obviously burned by high fever, as if she didn't remember his status as a high-ranking president at all.

It seems that they are still the simple couple who were unknown and wanted to go wherever they wanted to go.

His eyes were slightly moist, but he smiled again: "Yeah."

She leaned down and kissed him.

……

early morning.

The birds outside the window were jumping happily, waking up the drowsy sleeping man.

Turning over, I habitually wanted to hug the softness around me, and put my arm over it, but it was in vain.

His thick eyebrows were slightly frowned, he opened his eyes, and searched the huge bed, but he did not see her figure.

With his body half propped up and obviously weak, he yelled in the direction of the bathroom: "Alisa?"

"...Alisa?!"

The maid heard the movement outside, knocked on the door and came in, bowing respectfully: "Sir, are you awake?"

Liang Musheng rubbed the center of his brows, his voice unknowingly lowered: "Where's your wife?"

"My wife went out to see Miss Xia Huan early in the morning! By the way, she brought back some cherries and flowers yesterday, and said that the cherries are for you to make after-dinner fruit, and the flowers are dried for scented tea."

cherries...flowers...

Accompany you to Qingzhou to see the flowers bloom, and then go to Nanshan to pick cherries...

What words flashed through my mind vaguely, as fast as if it was just a momentary illusion.

When I got up, I saw a few bouquets of delicate roselle flowers placed in a vase on the dining table, and a plate of washed cherries was next to it, plump and crystal clear.

Taste one, but the taste is not as sweet as expected, but a bit sour.

He frowned slightly, but still took another one.

Liang Mo Diandian'er ran over and saw that he was eating cherries, so he took one and tasted it, then frowned: "It's so sour, it's not delicious."

Liang Musheng took another one, and touched his little head with the other hand: "You bought it from Ma Ma, eat a little bit, or she will lose her temper."

In a word, the maids next to him laughed silently.

As soon as he heard the word 'mama', Liang Mo's face changed, and he immediately threw away the remaining half of the cherry: "Hmph! I won't eat it!"

The man's brows were raised unexpectedly, and he looked at his swollen little face amusedly: "What? Don't you like your numbness the most?"

"But she wants to steal me away! I know I'm cute and handsome and popular among thousands of girls at a young age, but she can't monopolize me! She's not my dear Mama!"

She is not my dear Mama!

The temperature in the man's eyes suddenly dropped to freezing point: "Who told you that she is not your real mother?"

This was the first time he stared at him with such cold and solemn eyes.

Liang Mo was a little frightened, his eyes rolled around, and his small mouth muttered: "It was originally..."

(End of this chapter)