How can the president be fierce

Chapter 809 My sister is young and ignorant, Madam forgive me.

Do I look like I'm about to run?

Is it understandable that I don't plan to run anymore?

Liang Musheng closed his eyes, a word was on the tip of his tongue, but he never asked.

He doesn't care, if he really wants to run, it's fine to pretend to stay, this time, she won't have any more chances!
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On a sunny afternoon, I took Liang Mo and Pudding back for a walk, and glanced at the guards behind me who were always following the same pace, feeling helpless.

The President pretended to protect their personal safety, but no matter how you look at it, he felt that he was just taking precautions and not giving her any chance to escape.

Obviously, she has already behaved in various ways.

How can you distrust people so much? !
Extremely depressed, belatedly found several black RVs parked outside the presidential palace.

Just as he was wondering, he heard Liang Mo calmly say, "Well, Mu's car."

Moore?

Qing Xiaomo frowned unconsciously, instinctively resisting these two words.

Over the years, Mrs. Mu has been keen to send all kinds of beauties to the Presidential Palace, and today it is probably the same.

She touched her chin: "Guess, how old will the girl be sent this time? 18? 19?"

Liang Mo pursed her lips, showing disdain on her face: "What's the use of being young? Dad doesn't like young people, you just happen to be ten years younger than Dad."

Qing Xiaomo glanced at him with a smile or not, recently the young master's mouth seemed to be smeared with honey, it was extraordinarily sweet.

When I arrived in front of the mansion, I happened to meet a group of elders from the Mu family leaving, all of them were happy, and when they saw her, they respectfully addressed her as madam for the first time.

It seems that she has completely accepted the fact that she is the president's wife.

Qing Xiaomo stood there in a daze for a few seconds.

Before she could recover, a cry of collapse suddenly sounded, and then a small body rushed out of the living room, hitting her leg straight.

It was a little girl who looked about the size of a pudding. She had fair complexion, a round face, and was extremely beautiful. Because she ran too fast and bumped into her, she couldn't stand still, staggered back two steps, and sat down on the ground all at once.

She froze for a moment, she didn't know whether it was the pain from the fall, or she was frightened, and suddenly burst into tears.

This time...the girl...is really...unexpectedly...little...

Qing Xiaomo bent down and put the pudding aside, just as she was about to help her, a pair of white and slender hands quickly picked her up.

She could hardly take her eyes off those hands.

Liang Mo has almost inherited all the advantages of Liang Musheng's appearance, handsome, dignified, and outstanding temperament, but if it is only about hands, this time I am afraid he will be inferior.

Such well-defined, slender and beautiful fingers, even if you pick and choose among professional hand models, there may not be any that can match them.

Moving her gaze upwards along those hands, the young man's delicate eyebrows came into view, and some of her previous thoughts were suddenly overturned.

I always thought that the Mu family was famous for producing beauties, but I didn't expect there to be such a handsome young man.

He held the sobbing girl in his arms, curved his thin lips slightly, and smiled half-smile, half-true: "My sister is young and ignorant, madam forgive me."

Such a calm and calm conversation, misty eyes, even Liang Musheng in his teenage years might not have possessed it.

She stood where she was, watching him carry the girl in his arms and follow the two maids to the backyard. She was silent for a moment before turning around and going in.

(End of this chapter)