How can the president be fierce

Chapter 804 You like pudding more, I'll keep her.

Until noon the next day, Liang Musheng didn't come back, and he didn't even make a phone call.

She had a faint sense of where he had gone, but she didn't want to think about it.

At around 11 o'clock in the middle of the night, I finally received a call from Liang Musheng.

Thousands of miles away, the man's voice seemed exhausted and hoarse: "Alisa."

he called her.

The wind on the balcony was a bit cold, but it was not as good as the desolation in my heart, which made me feel at a loss.

"Well, I'm listening," she said.

There was a dead silence at the other end.

Qing Xiaomo probably guessed that something very bad must have happened to Zhou Min, maybe it was the years of not being free that made her physically collapse, or maybe... it was the incident when she found out about him.

Suddenly, it occurred to him that when Old Master Liang passed away suddenly, he was also like this, grieving alone in silence.

And she is obviously not a person who can share this pain with him.

"Should I back off?" she asked.

It's okay to blame her, or don't want her to see his decadent side. At the beginning, the death of Mr. Liang made him want to avoid her, so he probably feels the same way now.

Her existence was a scar to him.

There was no sound from that end.

The wind gradually subsided, thick fog shrouded the huge presidential palace, and the vision was a vast expanse of white.

Qing Xiaomo gathered the clothes on her body, sighed softly: "You like pudding more, I'll keep her, remember to give her milk at night."

Stop talking, cut off the call.

This is the second time that she wakes up the sleeping Liang Mo in the middle of the night.

She was a little apprehensive, the repulsion and fear that appeared in his eyes three years ago was still fresh in her memory.

So he added cautiously: "I'm just asking, if you don't want to, you can stay with your father and sister."

"No."

Liang Mo woke up from the daze almost instantly, and got up from the bed with a grunt: "Mom, wait for me to bring something, and then I will go with you."

Hehe, even in his dreams, he wanted to do it again, and he also wanted to be taken by his mother to a place full of mountains and rivers to live a carefree life and make up for the missing maternal love.

Seeing that he was excited about cleaning up, Qing Xiaomo didn't bother, she closed the door and came out, just about to check if Pudding had kicked the quilt again, when she vaguely heard movement at the stairs.

Thinking it was the maid going upstairs, she went over, wanting her to pour a glass of milk for her, but when she turned a corner, a shadow suddenly fell down.

She gasped, and subconsciously raised her arms to hug the fallen body, but she still couldn't bear the weight, and was led to stagger back two steps, touching the wall.

……

Liang Mu was born with a fever, and the high fever lasted at 40 degrees Celsius.

The medical team of the Presidential Palace advised him to be hospitalized immediately. The man whose fingertips were burning with high fever said a word: "Get lost."

An extremely weak word, but the aura still remains undiminished.

The experts had no choice but to put him on a fever-reducing drip first, and then go to the hospital for a more detailed examination when Mr. President is in a better mood.

Qing Xiaomo twisted a wet towel to help him wipe the sweat from his neck: "I thought you were still in America."

It was only ten minutes since the call just now, and he should have been close to the presidential palace at that time.

Liang Musheng was probably too exhausted, he didn't say a word, he just took out the towel in her hand and threw it aside, pulled her into his arms, and hugged her like a pillow.

Even through his clothes, he could still feel the amazing temperature on his body.

(End of this chapter)