Black-bellied president, love is too much!

Chapter 32 The Fiery Red Ferrari ([-])
Jiang Bancheng smiled playfully, "Jiayang, have you noticed that Mu Ziyuan is not normal recently?"

Cheng Jiayang rolled his eyes and thought for a while, nodded his head and said seriously: "It's not normal, he is always inexplicably happy, and then inexplicably angry, do you think Brother Mu is in trouble?"

Jiang Bancheng smiled mysteriously: "Is something wrong, or a woman's matter, I guess we will have a sister-in-law soon."

"Really, who could it be? Do we know each other?"

"..." Jiang Bancheng didn't speak.

"..." Zhang Yuanyuan, who was sitting next to her, froze, her eyes flickered imperceptibly.

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Xia Haiqing put the phone back in his pocket, took the money bag and got on the bus, went to the nearest China Merchants Bank, entered the self-service deposit and withdrawal business hall, and deposited 10 yuan in cash into his account.

Then took the bus back home.

Go to Mu Ziyuan's villa to ask him to pay back the money?
She would not be so stupid as to send it to her door by herself, although she also felt that she was not attractive enough to seduce a man as tall as Mu Ziyuan.

But the act of him kissing her madly in the afternoon immediately made Xia Haiqing feel that this person cannot be deduced with the thinking of a normal person——

Be careful!

In order to ensure the safety of his person and property, Xia Haiqing decided to ignore his request.

Mu Ziyuan wanted money, so he either came to her by himself, or gave her a bank card account, and she transferred the money.

I don't care about the things that are delivered to the door.

No, she takes it by herself.

Mu Ziyuan humiliated her in the nightclub, made her lose her job, was blocked by him in Jiangcheng, was almost drowned in the lake by his car, and was sexually assaulted by his improper behavior. She felt that these 10 Ten thousand yuan is justified even if it is a spiritual compensation for her.

Seeing that there were six figures in the bank card instantly, Xia Haiqing curled his lips.

Then she went to the night market, found a shop that sold mutton skewers, and began to enjoy the skewers.

With no debts and a light body, Xia Haiqing has a good appetite today, so he directly ordered 30 yuan of mutton skewers and a dozen beers.

Jiang Cheng was afraid that he wouldn't be able to stay any longer, so Xia Haiqing was thinking about his future plans while licking the skewers.

Why don't you leave Jiangcheng tomorrow and go home, go home to see her precious son, rest up for a while, and then go to other big cities to find a job and work hard to make money.

She wants to earn a lot of money, like Han Xiaoxiao, to buy a house in a big city.

In this way, mother Xia Fengqin and son Xiao Yangyang can live with her.

Han Xiaoxiao's saying is right, a man is unreliable, and tickets, cars and houses are the most reassuring!

Xia Haiqing took out the four-leaf clover platinum ring from his bosom and clenched it tightly, with a bitter mouth.

What's more, her man is dead, and she has to live a positive life on her own.

Thinking of this, Xia Haiqing was full of strength, greeted the boss, and ordered another 20 yuan of mutton skewers and a bottle of beer to drink.

After Xia Haiqing had eaten and drank enough, she took out her mobile phone to call her son as she walked forward.

"Baby, mommy will go home to see you tomorrow, okay...you miss mommy, and mommy misses baby very much... baby is awesome!...what gift do you want, mommy will bring it back to my little sun... Model traffic jam? You Why do you like this thing?...Well, mom doesn't like it very much, and mom really hates traffic jams...Forget it, as long as the baby likes it, mom will buy it..."

Xia Haiqing didn't take the bus or squeeze the subway, just talked on the phone with his son while walking forward, sometimes laughing and sometimes frowning, two hours passed quickly, and the mobile phone rang a reminder that the battery was too low...

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