How can the president be fierce

Chapter 971 Xia Huan West Business Chapter 159 Xia Huan, I Let You Pick It Up

After coming out of the bathroom, looking around, he found that Xishang was standing on the balcony again, smoking a cigarette against the still gray sky.

She ran over barefoot, hugged him tightly from behind, and let out a long sigh of relief.

With his cheek against his back through a thin layer of shirt, his warmth is close at hand, and it is a peace of mind that cannot be touched in a distant country.

Xishang turned around, held her small face, lowered his head and kissed her...

……

Feeling in a daze that the man beside him was about to get up, Xia Huan subconsciously tightened the arms around his waist, and her soft voice was still sleepy: "Sleep with me for a while, okay?"

I haven't slept well in foreign countries these days, and I don't know if it's because I recognize the bed, or...I recognize the person, so that I finally get a good sleep and don't want to wake up at all.

Xishang stared at her fair and delicate face with unclear meaning: "Do you think I look like the kind of man who would give up his country for a woman?"

"..."

Xia Huan was still awake like a dream, but when she heard his serious voice, she suddenly woke up.

Well, what she said just now seems to be a bit clingy, and he doesn't like it if he doesn't like it, but do you have to express to her so solemnly that she is not as important as his Yinhai Group?
Withdrawing the hand on his waist, she nodded in agreement: "Your Majesty is right, hurry up and go to the morning court, I won't delay you."

Turning his back to him, the next moment he felt that the position beside him was suddenly empty - he got up.

Xia Huan closed her eyes, only feeling an unknown fire rushing out from the bottom of her heart.

A few minutes later, he suddenly turned over and got out of bed.

Xishang was changing shoes at the entrance, when he raised his eyes, he saw her coming out with her clothes in her arms, and then threw them towards him.

"This is my house! Don't bring any of your things into my house in the future!" She said, looking angry.

Xishang stared at her with no emotion in his black eyes: "Pick it up."

Xia Huan sneered, raised her chin and looked at him provocatively, and said every word: "I, no, pick it up!"

A cold breath exploded in the air and spread rapidly.

The man's dark eyes stared at her for a moment, and after a few seconds, he suddenly started to approach: "Xia Huan, I let you pick it up, you probably don't want to hear me say it a third time."

Xia Huan staggered back a few steps, but his legs were not as long as his, so he was quickly caught.

A man's low-pitched, almost ultimatum-like question came from above his head, "Do you want to pick it up?"

Xia Huan lowered her head, her eyes could only see his chest, so close, but she couldn't feel a trace of tenderness, as if the person who hugged her for half a second last night and refused to let go was not him at all.

White teeth bit her lower lip tightly, she squatted down, and picked up the shirts and suits on the ground one by one.

Under his eyes, the pair of polished black leather shoes paused for a few seconds before leaving.

As soon as the door opened and closed, there was a soft sound.

She squatted on the ground, holding a few clothes in her arms and a shirt in her hand, and she suddenly couldn't stop crying.

After her parents passed away, she actually seldom cried anymore. The tears shed were for those who loved her dearly. When no one was in pain, every tear she shed was a proof of her fragility and stupidity.

……

"Boss Xi?"

The driver opened the car door and waited quietly for a few minutes. Seeing that the man was still frowning, he called him softly.

(End of this chapter)