Black-bellied president, love is too much!

Chapter 150 Where did you hide my son? (three)
Mu Ziyuan chuckled lightly: "I'm not jealous, what did you make a fuss about last night? You were crying so loudly... Do you know how ugly you are when you cry?"

Mu Ziyuan pinched Xia Haiqing's soft little face lightly, lowered his voice and breathed into her ears word by word.

Xia Haiqing patted his big hand uncomfortably, his face was slightly red, he turned his back and pouted his lips and said:
"Who is making trouble with you.... Also, I'm not a fairy woman like Zhang Yuanyuan and Huang Ying. I can't even cry so cutely. If you think I'm ugly, don't touch me and go find them."

Mu Ziyuan frowned, pulled her domineeringly, wrapped her in his arms, and raised her chin with his fingers: "Okay, don't be so sour anymore, I will recognize you even if you are ugly. ... Also, next time I don't want to If you hear you say that you want me to find another woman again, let me hear it again, I will take care of you, do you hear me clearly?!"

When he said the last sentence, Mu Ziyuan's tone increased, very sharp, like a warning.

Xia Haiqing wanted to say something at first, but when he saw his serious expression, he held back his words abruptly, lowered his eyebrows, and kept his head sideways to avoid his fingers without saying a word.

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Mu Ziyuan raised his watch to check the time, touched the center of his eyebrows with his fingertips and rubbed gently.

Neither of them spoke anymore, but they didn't feel sleepy either.

Mu Ziyuan sat up, took the shirt that had faded from the edge of the bed, put it on his body, and buttoned up the buttons one by one.

Buttoning the shirt to the neckline, he took the suit trousers and put them on his lower body, stood up and put them on. The shirt was neatly tucked into the trousers, and the belt was tied in an orderly manner.

I don't know if it's because of the quality of the clothes, or because Mu Ziyuan took care of it when he undressed. His shirt and trousers were not wrinkled, and they were still clean and flat ironed.

As if it had just been ironed, there was no trace of ambiguity at all, but Xia Haiqing's clothes—

The buttons of the jacket were pulled to the chest by Mu Ziyuan, and the hem of the skirt was tossed and unstylish. Although Mu Ziyuan didn't tear or take off her clothes this time, she looked very confused and coquettish.

Xia Haiqing looked at Mu Ziyuan who had taken care of himself in an instant and shrugged his nose very dissatisfied.

Mu Ziyuan noticed Xia Haiqing's gaze. He stood in front of the full-length mirror, flexibly buttoning the cuffs of his shirt, while looking at her through the mirror.

"Get up if you can't sleep, hide my son somewhere, take me to pick him up, and go home together."

The gentleness just faded away, and Mu Ziyuan returned to a serious attitude, which made Xia Haiqing feel a little uncomfortable.

Xia Haiqing felt even more ironic when he heard Mu Ziyuan mention the word "go home".

The villa is his Mu Ziyuan's home, but it's not Yang Yang's and her Xia Haiqing's.

Xia Haiqing sat up and fastened the hidden buttons of her underwear through the clothes, and fastened a few silver buttons on the neckline, and said calmly:
"Yangyang won't go to Jiangcheng this time. He will stay in Yingcheng and live with my mother. If something happens, we can leave now."

Mu Ziyuan paused with his fingers buttoning his cuffs, turned to look at Xia Haiqing, and said indifferently, "Stay in Eagle City? Who made the decision, do I agree?"

Xia Haiqing put on her clothes, got out of bed, stood on the floor with her bare feet, and looked down for shoes.

"That's right, I made the decision...Mu Ziyuan, I didn't agree with my son to recognize you as his father, so don't take it too seriously....Besides, Yang Yang has lived in Yingcheng since he was a child, and he is not used to life in a big city. Eagle City is the best fit for him."

Xia Haiqing spoke calmly, and after she finished speaking, she smiled at Mu Ziyuan. She put on her short boots and went to the outer bathroom with skin care products, intending to tidy up her appearance.

Mu Ziyuan looked at Xia Haiqing's face getting colder. He had just known his son for a day, and this woman didn't want them to meet again.

(End of this chapter)