How can the president be fierce

Chapter 808 Do I Look Like I'm About to Run?

The slightly cool fingertips traced the curvature of her cheeks, over and over again, with deep affection.

"I think……"

She paused for a while, as if she was thinking, and after a while, she smiled softly: "I want to see the flower garden in Qingzhou, go to Nanshan to pick cherries, and watch that famous singer's concert in New York..."

The man's handsome face froze a little bit.

——"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."

——"In two days, it seems that a well-known singer in New York is going to hold a concert. The tickets are all sold out. I will ask Xia Huan to see if she can help me get two. You are wearing sunglasses and a mask, no Someone recognized it."

These were the last words she had spoken to him when he left years ago.

He had just rushed back from New Zealand that late at night, and he was unconscious with a high fever. Her rare and gentle voice came to his ears, which was vague and unreal like a dream.

It was still a long, long time later, so long that he couldn't count how many days and nights she had left him.

It was another night with a high fever, and her words suddenly surfaced in her mind without warning, as if they were engraved into her mind word by word.

The cold fingertips were held by the woman's soft and warm little hands.

His absent-minded eyes became slightly focused.

"In a few months, why don't you go with me? Take pudding with Liang Mo." She said, her starry eyes were curved, outlining a very beautiful arc.

The man's thin lips moved, but a vague word stopped in his throat.

……

The heavy curtains blocked the outside light, and the bedroom was pitch black, as if it was still at the moment of last night. Only the slightly lit LCD clock showed the real time—9:37.

His arms were empty, and the place beside him was also cold, as if no one had slept at all.

Nerves tensed for an instant, then snapped.

The president of a country in Liangcheng, a man who has always been dignified and calm, forgot to put on his shoes for the first time, so he rushed out with bare feet, and was forced downstairs in the blink of an eye.

The maid who was cleaning up had never seen this side of Mr. President. She was so frightened that she even forgot to ask a question, and shrank back again and again.

Picking up the phone, he found Yohji's number confusedly and vaguely. Just after dialing, a woman's crisp voice suddenly came from behind: "Huh? Are you awake?"

The fingers holding the phone tightened suddenly.

For a moment, I almost didn't dare to look for the voice to look over, fearing that it would be another hallucination, afraid of being disappointed again.

Until the little woman with a spatula and an apron came up to her and looked him up and down: "What's wrong? Did you forget to deal with something important? I didn't wake you up just to see that you were sleeping soundly... ..."

Sure enough, she was standing in front of him, lively and beautiful.

Is it because there are too many guards in the presidential palace and it is difficult to get out?
The man's breathing was suppressed and restrained, but it was not hard to hear traces of haste.

Seeing that his face was extremely pale, Qing Xiaomo raised her hand to touch his forehead: "Are you feeling unwell again? Go back and lie down, I'll call the doctor..."

Turning around, just before he had time to take a step, his waist suddenly tightened, and he was forced to back up and crash into the man's arms...

Qing Xiaomo rubbed her sore shoulder and complained, "Do I look like I'm about to run?"

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(End of this chapter)