Black-bellied president, love is too much!

Chapter 533 Depends on Your Soul
"What hatred and grievances, I don't want to deal with it anymore.

I only want my Xia Haiqing, all I want in this world is her..."

Mu Ziyuan seemed to be the last words on his deathbed, he spoke in a messy manner, his tone was hollow and deep, and tears kept falling down his lines.

Hearing this, Mu Zhengchun forced a mouthful of blood into his mouth, and he swallowed it down again.

"Even if you don't care about my father, don't you care about your son Yangyang?! He lost his parents all at once, how did you let him bear it?!"

Yang Yang's mournful and loud cry was especially prominent at this time.

It reached the ears of everyone present.

Shui Ruyan glanced at Yang Yang who was crying so sadly. His eyes were rubbed into red and swollen, and his mouth grew too big to express his inner fear and helplessness. His small body kept shaking because of crying, which made people feel uncomfortable. It felt like he might fall to the ground at any moment.

For the first time, she suddenly felt that the child was so pitiful.

It was also the first time to reflect on whether I had done something wrong.

She seems to have bullied a very poor mother and son.

Seeing that Mu Ziyuan was forced to a dead end for love, she regretted a little.

In fact, she also had to be Mu Ziyuan.

Mu Ziyuan turned his head sideways, not wanting to look at Yangyang, and said hoarsely:

"He is now the only man with the blood of the Mu family. Although he is young, I believe that with your Mu Zhengchun's character, you will definitely raise him into a man without any choice.

I have nothing to worry about, he will understand his father when he is older. "

After finishing speaking, Mu Ziyuan turned around, carried Xia Haiqing in his arms and stepped out of the stands again.

"Brother Mu!"

"Mu Ziyuan!"

"Father... Woohoo!"

When everyone saw Mu Ziyuan taking steps and leaning down, they all exclaimed.

Their hearts reached the extreme.

But Mu Ziyuan was very decisive.

Hugging Xia Haiqing together vertically, their eyes were gentle and doting, and their cold thin lips enclose Xia Haiqing's pale cherry lips, intoxicated yet seemingly relieved.

Facing the wind, they twirled and fell from the stands like butterflies flying together.

Xia Haiqing's hair is like a fine black silkworm...

Blow up with the wind.

The strands of black hair are exceptionally clear against the warm light of the rising sun.

At that moment, the two of them didn't seem to be going to death, but like being reborn.

Their expressions were serene, as if they felt a sense of relief.

Poignant to incomparable.

Everyone strode to the stands, reaching out to grab the two of them.

But there were only a few black threads across their fingers, which made people unable to keep them even if they wanted to.

I can only watch them spin and spin, falling quickly from the top floor.

Xia Haiqing... I know you are afraid of the dark, now we have to turn into phantoms and live alone in the dark night, are you afraid?
Don't be afraid, starting today, I am Zhou Xingchen, no matter where you drift, I will be with you in soul.

We don't need blessings, we don't need approval, we don't need morality and conscience.

Starting today, you and I will show my soul love to myself.

If there are fierce ghosts in the world, I will make myself the most powerful ghost and protect you stupid in the world of ghosts.

Love you, my dearest woman.

Mu Ziyuan had an inner monologue, kissed her, and tried to warm Xia Haiqing's icy body with his fiery chest.

At this moment, Xia Haiqing's heart beat violently.

Her pale lips began to squirm independently, opening and closing, as if to pronounce.

Mu Ziyuan felt this and was shocked.

The wind blows violently in the ears.

Mu Ziyuan couldn't hear what she said, so he put his ear to her lips and asked loudly.

"Xia Haiqing? What did you say? Say it again."

(End of this chapter)