Black-bellied president, love is too much!

Chapter 171 The Young Prince Playing the Piano ([-])

Cao Lei, you are definitely old and blind!

Xia Haiqing's face flushed red. She held on to the handrail of the stairs, turned to look at Cao Lei, and corrected her, "I'm not excited, it's just that I accidentally slipped my foot."

At the same time, Cao Lei spoke with her at the same time, and asked into the microphone: "Master, do you want Xiao Xia to answer the phone?"

Xia Haiqing stood on the stairs, holding on to the handrail with both hands with some strength.

She didn't want to talk to Mu Ziyuan on the phone!

"I..." I'm very busy and don't have time to answer the phone.

Before Xia Haiqing could speak, he heard the butler's voice:
"Goodbye, master."

Then, Butler Cao hung up the phone calmly, without even looking at Xia Haiqing again, and turned to do other things.

Xia Haiqing: ...Why is there a burning pain in the face, I feel like I've been slapped in the face.

Xia Haiqing stood alone on the stairs, stared at the fixed phone for a while, then turned around very coolly, and continued to go upstairs.

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Xia Haiqing returned to the nanny's room, she took off her shoes, sat cross-legged on the bed, opened QQ reading from the mobile phone software, found the novel version of "Three Lives and Forgotten Rivers", and began to study the novel carefully.

The style of the novel is very warm, and the pure and deep love of the two pairs of CPs who risk everything for each other is very touching.

That kind of unguarded and unreserved feelings is so beautiful that it makes people cry.

A very positive and graphic novel.

While reading, Xia Haiqing naturally put himself into the world of the second female lead, Bai Ying, and liked this character more and more, and wanted to play Bai Ying well from the bottom of her heart.

Halfway through the story, Xia Haiqing's stomach growled. She checked the time on her phone, and it was already seven o'clock in the evening.

Presumably the housekeeper is off work, so she can go to the kitchen to cook.

Xia Haiqing put down his cell phone, went downstairs in his slippers, walked into the kitchen in a familiar way, put on an apron, and began to dig out some not-so-fresh ingredients in the refrigerator for cooking.

The ingredients in Mu Ziyuan's refrigerator are often endless, and they will be thrown away after the expiration date, so Xia Haiqing feels that eating these things is more at ease.

Finding a package of rice cakes that was about to expire, Xia Haiqing opened it and cleaned it, cut a tomato, green onion, ginger, pepper and other ingredients, and started to make Korean-style fried rice cakes.

Although Xia Haiqing was an illegitimate daughter five years ago, she was a little princess who never touched the spring water. The only thing Xia Haiqing knew how to cook back then was egg noodles with mushrooms. You can give Zhou Xingchen the longevity noodles made by himself on his birthday.

The idea is very naive.

Moreover, her noodles were unpalatable, but Zhou Xingchen would finish the soup with noodles every time.

At that time, Xia Haiqing felt very sweet. At that time, she also encouraged herself to be a little woman at home, learn to cook all kinds of dishes, and let Zhou Xingchen eat her dishes for the rest of her life.

But when she became good at cooking, the people who eat food disappeared...

Xia Haiqing looked at the delicious fried rice cakes in the pot, and her eyes moistened for a moment. After a while, she concealed this emotion again, and then took it out of the pot.

Xia Haiqing had just brought fried rice cakes to the dining table when the landline in the living room rang.

Xia Haiqing is the only one in the villa now, and if she doesn't answer the call, no one will answer it.

Xia Haiqing hesitated for a while, wiped his hands on the apron, and trotted over.

As soon as Xia Haiqing picked up the microphone and put it to his ear, a very fast and eager magnetic male voice came out:
"Cao Lei, the second bookshelf from the left in the study room, the third row of bookshelves, and the second box from the right, take out the document with contract number 098745, and send me the five photos of No. 20, please hurry up !"

The voice belonged to Mu Ziyuan, but he spoke too much information, Xia Haiqing couldn't receive it for a while——

Senseless!

Mu Ziyuan paused for a moment, seeing that no one spoke, he asked back: "Why don't you talk, go find it."

In addition to his voice this time, Xia Haiqing also heard the voices of other people discussing. They all spoke French. Xia Haiqing couldn't understand, but he could feel that the other party was in a meeting.

(End of this chapter)