How can the president be fierce

Chapter 811 How about this?Is Missy satisfied?

He has always had his own considerations for such a big matter.

She didn't understand that too much interference would only bring him trouble.

So Qing Xiaomo quickly put this matter behind her.

After that, the boy and the girl never appeared in the presidential palace again.

After a long time, because pudding ran away for fun, and she didn't want to shock the crowd, she had to search for the palace-like presidential palace by herself, but accidentally ran into them in a remote and independent courtyard in the last courtyard.

At that time, the 16-year-old boy was leaning against the cherry tree in the yard, with a slender figure of 188 wrapped in a long black windbreaker. He had a standard golden figure with nine heads and long legs. His extraordinarily delicate and elegant eyebrows are even more thrilling.

His skin is very fair, a kind of whiteness that is close to not seeing the sun all year round, but it doesn't look sick in the slightest.

The wind blows, and the crimson petals fall to the ground.

A few drops of scarlet blood meandered down the boy's white wrist and dripped on the lips of the 5-year-old girl under the tree.

The sky was blushing, he leaned against a sea of ​​flowers, his smile was clean but cold: "How about this? Is Miss satisfied?"

Like a pool of spring water from a distant snow-capped mountain, it is clean and clear to the eye, but cold to the bone and blood to the touch.

Pudding seemed to be frightened, and staggered back two steps.

"Pudding!" she called to her.

She turned her head, the shock and panic in her eyes hadn't had time to subside, and she ran towards her almost as if fleeing for her life: "Mom!"

Qing Xiaomo bent down to help her wipe off the scarlet blood on the corner of her lips.

Breathing slightly: "Why did you come here?"

Pudding shook his head, paused, and suddenly burst into tears.

After a while, a little girl about her age came out of the room, and threw the snow-white puppy in her arms to her feet: "Give it back to you!"

Qing Xiaomo recognized at a glance that it was the teacup dog that Liang Mu had personally selected for Pudding two days before his death. He was obedient and sensible, and the little guy liked it very much.

But obviously, the little girl also liked it very much. Both of them had scratches on their faces, as if they had fought for this teacup dog.

The girl left the teacup dog behind and ran straight to the boy's side. She helped him treat the wound and bandage it skillfully, as if she had done it thousands of times.

From a distance of not too far, Qing Xiaomo saw a few red spots on the crook of the boy's arms, like needle marks.

Moving his gaze upwards, the corners of the boy's lips were still slightly curved, but the gaze he was looking at his younger sister was obviously warmer, a temperature close to pampering.

The girl suddenly cried for no reason, silently, with her back to them, her body twitching.

But after crying for so long, she was still suppressed and forbearing, and never made a sound.

Unlike Pudding, a little grievance at Liang Mo's will cause earth-shattering disturbances. Brother Liang Musheng must know about it and clean up her for her to be satisfied.

At the same age, one was pampered and pampered in the presidential palace, loved by thousands of people, while the other was locked up in this narrow world. Although he is only less than 5 years old, he has already learned how to bandage his brother's wounds and learn to endure all grievances. .

The young man smiled softly, bent down and hugged her into his arms, lowered his head and whispered something softly.

The girl didn't know what she heard, and quickly burst into laughter, clenched her small fists and slapped him on the shoulder, clearly acting coquettishly.

(End of this chapter)