Black-bellied president, love is too much!

Chapter 143 Selfless Crazy in the Rain ([-])

Xia's mother changed into a red coat, and she became more energetic.

She shook Xia Haiqing's hand back, and nodded slightly:
"Don't worry, I have taken Yangyang for four or five years. I have more experience than your mother. With Yangyang here, I will restrain myself more. Just pay more attention to yourself in Jiangcheng, and beware of that girl Yuan, she may not admit it, don't be tricked by her, your mother and I have no skills, I can't save you if something happens, I will ask Chen Hao again."

Xia Haiqing was ashamed by Xia's mother, she really didn't take care of her son much.

In any case, we are all one family, and Xia Haiqing felt a little more comforted by Xia's mother's last few words.

She stretched out her arms to hug Mother Xia, and smiled easily: "Mom, if you don't like gambling, you'll be perfect."

Mother Xia also patted Xia Haiqing on the shoulder, shook her eyebrows and said, "I'm trying to make myself a perfect mother and a perfect grandma, okay?"

In a word, both Xia Haiqing and Xia's mother laughed.

Seeing that his mother and grandma laughed, Yang Yang also grinned, his eyes narrowed into crescents, and he raised his head and said.

"Mom, my fifth birthday is on April 28, you must come."

Xia Haiqing bent down to hold Xiao Yangyang's head, and kissed him on the mouth.

"Okay, mom will prepare such a big fruit cake for the baby this time, and then take Yangyang to the playground with grandma."

As Xia Haiqing spoke, he was also good at gesturing.

Xiao Yangyang nodded happily: "Mom means what she says, don't forget to pull the hook and stamp."

Xia Haiqing looked at Yang Yang's little finger, smiled and put his own finger through and hooked it with his, stamping it.

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Xia Haiqing didn't go back directly by car, but bought a bunch of sunflowers and came to Hujing Cemetery.

Xia Haiqing cleaned Zhou Xingchen's cemetery before placing the sun flower in front of the tombstone.

She bent over and sat on the floor, leaning her head on the tombstone, her fingers lightly drawing the yellowed photo of the stars last week on the tombstone.

Start talking to yourself, and describe your recent life in a brisk tone:

"Xingchen, our Yangyang will be five years old soon, he asked about you today, and I told him everything about you..."

Xia Haiqing kept leaning on the tombstone, looking at the void, his expression sometimes happy, sometimes complicated, and told him everything one by one.

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It wasn't until the sunset, at five o'clock in the evening, that Xia Haiqing reluctantly left.

Xia Haiqing drove the car to the intersection of the expressway, where there were especially many people at the intersection during the Ching Ming Festival.

You need to queue up to get the card before you can pass the barrier and enter.

While she was queuing up, Xia Haiqing's cell phone rang a text message.

Xia Haiqing took the bag in front of him from the passenger seat, opened it, and took out the phone from the side pocket.

She swiped open the phone screen and saw that it was a multimedia message.

Xia Haiqing clicked to download and read——

When he saw the content of the photo, Xia Haiqing's face became much uglier in an instant.

The photo should have been taken today, and Mu Ziyuan in it was wearing the same suit that he had for dinner in the morning.

The contents of the photos are all about the interaction between Mu Ziyuan and the music superstar Huang Ying at the racing track.

Mu Ziyuan was wearing a dark blue textured suit, with a light blue shirt and a very elegant blue tie inside. The suit buttons were all unbuttoned, like a romantic talent in the world.

Huang Ying was wearing a playful black off-the-shoulder, knee-length fluffy short skirt, which was decorated with lace and red roses, making her enchanting yet energetic.

The first photo shows Mu Ziyuan with one arm on the door of a dazzling blue traffic jam in the traffic lane, with a cigarette in his mouth, a gentle smile on his face, Huang Ying lazily resting one hand on his shoulder, her proud chest squeezed With his arm, the other hand turned on the spray gun to light a cigarette for him. Mu Ziyuan lowered his eyebrows very cooperatively and put the cigarette in his mouth on the fire.

(End of this chapter)