How can the president be fierce

Chapter 792 He doesn't seem to have changed at all, except that he has become more and more reticent
Qing Xiaomo rested her chin on his shoulder weakly, and every time she uttered a word, her throat felt a burning pain: "Don't worry about it, Liang Musheng, are you really not tired?"

To this day, I still remember how he suppressed and tortured himself during the days when he was trapped between her and Zhou Min.

One sleepless night after another, I dragged my seriously ill body to New Zealand, worried about being discovered by her, and rushed back day and night, with a high fever until I lost consciousness...

Don't you really feel hard work?

Liang Musheng's voice was even hoarse than hers: "Do you know what the end of 80.00% of my dreams are?"

Qing Xiaomo closed her eyes, her voice was so soft that she could only hear it: "Now?"

The arm around her waist tightened suddenly!
Yes, it is now.

Unwilling, regretful, fearful, and finally afraid...

In the past three years of waking up, he thought of a thousand ways to kill her, and had a thousand regretful dreams.

He was afraid that she would really die, and that there would no longer be this woman in this world that he wanted to find even if he killed demons and Buddhas.

The door of the master bedroom suddenly opened without warning, Liang Mo came out rubbing his eyes, seeing them hugging each other on the sofa, he was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly turned and ran back to the bedroom, covering his face.

Because of being too nervous, the strength was not well controlled, and the door made a bang sound.

After a while, Pudding cried from the guest bedroom: "Ma Ma... woo... Ma Ma..."

Qing Xiaomo moved her weak fingers and pushed the man on her body.

Liang Musheng closed his eyes, breathed lightly, and let go of the arms that were holding her.

……

Living in a remote place is half a month.

The cabinet ministers finally couldn't sit still, and they took turns to ask for instructions on state affairs, and the small town was full of security personnel.

Gradually, the surrounding residents began to feel uneasy and fearful.

Contrary to everyone's confusion, Mr. President seemed extraordinarily calm, either admiring books under the light and shadow of cut leaves, or patiently wiping each flower and leaf with a wet towel, as if his time was too much to waste to the point.

In the living room, Liang Mo was teasing the little pudding with a ham sausage, when he heard a low gasping sound from the kitchen, he was about to get up, when a figure flashed in front of him, the long-legged president had already taken three steps in parallel passed.

He went over to take a look, and sure enough, it was cut.

A second ago, the man who looked like a quiet and elegant gentleman under the sun, now his jaw tensed into a cold arc, and he ordered in a calm voice: "Go get the medicine box."

Liang Mo obediently turned around to look for it.

……

He is still very good at taking care of people, washing blood, disinfecting wounds, applying medicine, bandaging, methodical and neat.

The facial features that were originally born to reverse all sentient beings, the eyebrows and eyes are downcast, and the focused and serious appearance makes people unable to take their eyes off.

It's been three years since I saw him, and he doesn't seem to have changed at all, except that he has become more and more reticent.

Qing Xiaomo glanced at the bandaged index finger, then looked at the man who silently rolled up his sleeves and started to cook, but couldn't help asking: "When are you going to leave?"

He didn't even blink his eyelashes as if he didn't hear her at all.

"Liang Musheng, don't forget that you are the president of a country, and billions of people are waiting for your protection. Don't be willful."

"..."

"Liang Musheng, don't pretend to be dumb with me, I'll ask you when you're leaving!"

"..."

Seeing that he was always ignoring her, Qing Xiaomo gradually became angry.

(End of this chapter)