Black-bellied president, love is too much!

Chapter 153 Where did you hide my son? (six)
Mu Ziyuan whispered in her ear:
"Appreciate your current appearance, she will be more charming in a while..."

Xia Haiqing grabbed his cuff and begged softly, "Mu Ziyuan, don't be like this..."

This appearance made her a little unacceptable...

Mu Ziyuan helped her cut her hair with fingers, and exposed her mellow little face, her eyes were gentle and teasing: "Then tell me the exact location of your son, and I'll let you go, how about it?"

"..."

Xia Haiqing bit her lip and remained silent.

"Don't say... just start."

Mu Ziyuan stretched out his hand to grab her left arm, and clasped it behind her back in an extremely twisted manner. Starting from slow speed, she gradually accelerated, and the frequency of entering and exiting became faster and faster.

Xia Haiqing could only bear it passively... From the mirror, she clearly watched Mu Ziyuan stretch her waist behind her.

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Xia Haiqing cried when she was bullied this time.

She bit her lips tightly without saying a word, tears slipped silently like broken pearls.

Never thought...she would be humiliated and tortured like this.

Moreover, Mu Ziyuan exerted so much force that her body was in burning pain, which made her feel as if she was being tortured.

She told Mu Ziyuan that it hurt, and Mu Ziyuan asked her to tell her where Yang Yang was, not to mention that it was a more severe impact.

Xia Haiqing shed tears in pain.

Mu Ziyuan has been tossing her passionately, trying to pry her mouth open and ask Yang Yang's location, but he didn't expect to make Xia Haiqing cry.

After discovering Xia Haiqing's abnormality, he put it away, and Mu Ziyuan made a fuss.

Turning Xia Haiqing over, wiped her tears distressedly, and coaxed her patiently.

But Xia Haiqing just kept crying and ignored him at all.

Mu Ziyuan was annoyed by her crying, and he was not in the mood to ask about Yang Yang anymore, so he asked the hotel attendant to deliver two sets of clean clothes, and threw one set to Xia Haiqing. After the two changed into each other, they drove back to Jiangcheng.

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After Xia Haiqing returned to the villa, he ran into his nanny's room, locked it behind him, lay on the bed, applied some unused anti-swelling ointment last time, and rolled up the quilt to sleep.

Mu Ziyuan glanced at Xia Haiqing's closed door, feeling depressed.

He just wanted Xia Haiqing to bring his son here, but Xia Haiqing insisted on not saying where Yang Yang was, so he confiscated him, which made it worse... He didn't expect to make Xia Haiqing cry.

Thinking about what happened just now, Mu Ziyuan felt inexplicably upset.

He walked into the study, took out the office documents from the bookshelf, rubbed his brows, and planned to work.

But in his mind is still the passionate picture of Xia Haiqing crying just now, and he can't read any of the dense words on the document.

Mu Ziyuan leaned against the back of the chair, rubbed the center of his eyebrows, took out a cigar, bit it into his mouth, lit it with a blowtorch, and smoked it casually.

The spicy taste filled his mouth again and he swallowed it. He got used to it for a while before he could control the stimulating taste.

Mu Ziyuan stared at the cigar at his fingertips for a moment, then realized that since Xia Haiqing moved in, he rarely smoked cigars, and usually smoked normal cigarettes.

After not smoking cigars for a long time, he was not used to the taste.

While I was in a daze, the phone rang——

Mu Ziyuan raised his eyelids, picked up the phone, opened the screen, and put it to his ear:

"what's up?"

Cheng Jiayang was driving a sports car on the wide road, rock music was playing in the car, and a newly promoted supermodel was sitting next to her. The supermodel had a very good figure, and her off-shoulder tight skirt completely showed her curves.

She held Cheng Jiayang's cell phone, put it next to Cheng Jiayang's mouth very considerately, and urged him to answer the call.

Cheng Jiayang nodded along with the rock, and when he heard Mu Ziyuan's voice, he immediately turned down the music.

"Brother Mu, is your company closed for Ching Ming Festival?"

Mu Ziyuan was upset, so he didn't bother to go around in circles with him: "Don't talk nonsense, get to the point."

"Brother Mu, you are quite angry, who messed with you?" Cheng Jiayang teased.

Seeing that Mu Ziyuan didn't answer him, he continued: "Brother Mu, you're in a bad mood, why don't you come out to play at night? I promise to make you happy."

Mu Ziyuan habitually wanted to refuse.

Since Xia Haiqing moved in, he rarely went out at night.

But when he thought that Xia Haiqing was arguing with him, he felt that staying at home was meaningless.

So he asked again:
"where to?"

Seeing that Mu Ziyuan didn't refuse, Cheng Jiayang glanced at the screen of the phone in surprise, and saw that it was Mu Ziyuan's phone number, then continued with confidence:
"Dynasty One, right? Jiajia misses you, and asked when you'll be there last time."

Mu Ziyuan frowned when he heard the words: "Change to a place with fewer women."

(End of this chapter)