The billionaire dad is the president

Mu Cheng coldly gave her a knowing look, moved her body, and wanted to stand up, but there was a spasm in her stomach, and she covered her stomach with her hand, damn, why did she have a stomach problem at this time, her stomach kept churning and throbbing, Waves of pain hit him suddenly like a flood, but this kind of pain was nothing to him at all.He frowned slightly, continued the action just now, turned and entered the bathroom.

An Xiaoxiao looked at his back as strong as a mountain, her eyes narrowed slightly, did he have an upset stomach?Although he acted as if nothing happened, she clearly saw him frowning and covering his stomach just now.

I got up, took out the tablet from the drawer, searched for information about stomach problems, read it for a long time before closing the web page, and put the tablet back where it was.

Mu Cheng quickly came out of the shower, his brows were deep, but apart from his frowning, he couldn't see anything wrong. An Xiaoxiao gave him a sideways glance. His strong body was wrapped in a white bathrobe, and his chest was covered with a white robe. The collar was slightly open, revealing his muscular chest and lower abdomen. He really had eight-pack abs and a perfect figure.

An Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment.

Mu Cheng glanced at her coldly, and said in a light tone, "Have you seen enough?"

An Xiaoxiao quickly looked away, coughed dryly and said, "I didn't look at you, I'll look at...your bathrobe."

It's just that her explanation was a bit self-deprecating.

Mu Cheng glanced at her coldly again: "Go make a cup of coffee."

An Xiaoxiao did not disobey his order, and got up and went downstairs.

It's just that An Xiaoxiao, who arrived in the kitchen, didn't follow Mu Cheng's instructions to grind coffee for him. Instead, he poured some rice, put some water, and cut a few pieces of minced meat, and stewed it on a low fire.

Poured another glass of milk for Mucheng, warmed it up on Weibo, and sent it upstairs for him. When she entered the bedroom, she found that the person from Mucheng was no longer in the bedroom. She knew where he went without even thinking about it. Then he turned around and went to Mu Cheng's study,

As soon as he entered the room, the first thing he saw were documents, notebooks and other odds and ends scattered on the floor, and the second thing he saw was Mu Cheng on the empty desk, frowning and covering his stomach with one hand , Flipping through the document with one hand, An Xiaoxiao frowned slightly, and walked up a few steps to hand the milk in his hand to Mu Cheng: "Here, here you are."

Mu Cheng raised his eyes and saw that the coffee had turned into milk, his brows furrowed deeply, and he looked at An Xiaoxiao displeasedly: "Where's the coffee?"

"There's no coffee, only milk, do you want to drink it?" An Xiaoxiao said softly.

Mu Cheng's expression darkened: "Change to coffee."

An Xiaoxiao frowned and said, "Drinking coffee is not good for your stomach. Drinking more milk will relieve the stomach pain."

The soft-spoken words rang in Mu Cheng's ears. He lifted his eyes lightly, took the glass of milk with his slender fingers, glanced at the milky white liquid in the quilt, frowned, and drank the milk in one gulp. do.

An Xiaoxiao looked at his painful expression, and couldn't help but wonder, he doesn't like drinking milk, right? For a person like Mu Cheng, even if he was shot, he wouldn't frown easily. Now a glass of milk It can make him like this, and it seems that he not only doesn't like to drink, but also hates it.

If you hate it, why do you still drink it?

It's not Mu Cheng's style. In the past, he would have smashed the glass [-]%.

An Xiaoxiao has always agonized over things that she can't understand for a while and then automatically filters them out. Looking at Mu Cheng's frowning, she feels a little distressed in her heart. Wei Wei was helpless.

"Do you have a stomach problem?" An Xiaoxiao asked him, squinting at him.

Mu Cheng looked at her coldly for a while, and then said lightly: "Well, it's been a long time." It's been so long that he can't remember how serious it was, and he can't remember when he was, his body is already riddled with holes. , relying on his willpower, he has survived the hail of bullets, and this little stomachache can't even support the fur of those wounds.

When An Xiaoxiao heard Mu Cheng's indifferent tone, she suddenly felt uncomfortable. As long as it doesn't matter about his life or death, it doesn't matter what kind of injury or how much pain he suffers?Taking a sideways look at him, An Xiaoxiao frowned slightly. She just searched on the Internet and said that rubbing her lower abdomen lightly will relieve the pain, but she doesn't know if it will help.

Anyway, try it out.

Walking around the table and walking to Mu Cheng, squatting down slowly, Mu Cheng looked at her inexplicable actions, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "What are you doing."

An Xiaoxiao gave him an angry look: "What can I do, maybe I ate you." After speaking, she reached out to caress Mu Cheng's stomach, and gently massaged him.

Mu Cheng's body was slightly stiff because of her touch, An Xiaoxiao could even feel the muscles under his body tense, she couldn't help raising her eyebrows slightly, why, Mu Cheng is also shy?This is really unexpected.

Her hands were gentle and gentle, and the light and hot touch was kneading on his abdomen. He actually felt that his stomach really didn't hurt so much. Mu Cheng raised his brows slightly, let her move, and continued to read the document by himself .

"Are you comfortable?" An Xiaoxiao asked.

Mu Cheng's fingers flicked through the document, and he hummed lightly.

After getting his answer, she rubbed him even harder.

An Xiaoxiao rubbed him for a while, guessing that the porridge in the kitchen was almost ready, she stood up, but she felt dizzy suddenly, and her body almost couldn't stand still. She quickly supported Mu Cheng's shoulder, and used her strength to ease the pain for a while.

Mu Cheng felt something was wrong with the people around him, and asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong?"

After feeling that the dizziness was gone, she slowly replied: "It's okay, maybe I squatted for too long." After she finished speaking, she turned and walked downstairs. Mu Cheng looked at her shaking back and frowned slightly. ,What's up with her?

An Xiaoxiao walked down the stairs step by step, and felt dizzy with each step. In the past few days, the feeling of dizziness has occurred intermittently several times. Two days ago, she thought it was not a serious problem, because the headache was not serious. It affected her daily life, but today, this feeling is getting stronger, is it because the blood jade is not on her body?

She managed to walk to the kitchen, frowned slightly, took out the cooked porridge, turned off the fire, and then picked up the porridge to go upstairs.

Mu Cheng in the study is looking at a piece of data that Moqin sent to him today, which is full of records of arms transactions between Lawrence and the Middle East, including the factory, transition and buyers. He is circled a few lines with a pen in his hand.

But suddenly he heard a loud 'pop' from downstairs, the pen in his hand stopped suddenly, almost subconsciously, he rushed downstairs immediately, within three seconds, he was already at the kitchen door.