Black-bellied president, love is too much!

Chapter 552 Mu Ziyuan Has a High Fever
Chen Hao dragged the shy Zhang Xiao to the bed, looking eager.

Zhang Xiao hesitated, and whispered coquettishly: "Don't be serious, you are injured, you should see a doctor first."

Chen Hao directly pushed Zhang Xiao onto the bed and laid down on her body, "I don't want to find a doctor, but I want to find you."

"...Your teeth were knocked out by Mu Ziyuan, why is it okay?"

"Of course it doesn't matter...because you don't need teeth to eat."

Chen Hao possessed himself and kissed Zhang Xiao's collarbone.

Zhang Xiao whispered softly, completely unable to resist, his eyes gradually blurred.

The tight fusion of the lower body, coupled with the deep fishy kiss between the lips and teeth, stimulated the hormones of the two of them to boil.

Joy and joy, like a passionate song, played in the dark cell.

The prison imprisoned the two of them physically, but the gratification between the two released their hearts.

Money, status and freedom, Chen Hao suddenly felt that these were not important to him.

Because really making him happy and making him happy is the most intimate thing you can do with your girl.

He thought, this is where every man and woman in the world should belong.

Find the one you love, and live with the one you love, even in hell, it is happy and warm.

After you understand life, you will find that money, status and other external things are only auxiliary tools of life in the end. They only guarantee the quality of life, but they are not the whole of life.

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On the evening of Christmas in Jiangcheng, the sky was cloudy and the wind was biting cold.

I don't know when a snowflake the size of a goose feather floated.

When Mu Ziyuan stepped out of the prison gate, the snow had already accumulated two inches deep.

Mu Ziyuan was wearing a long black windbreaker with a stand-up collar. His stalwart body stood motionless in the silver-clad world.

His back is as lonely as an empty nester.

Vicissitudes and loneliness, like a statue.

Xia Haiqing is lost...but he doesn't know where to find her...

It's snowing... Will the person who kidnapped her take care of her warmth and add clothes and quilts to her?

He was really worried about her.

Mu Ziyuan stiffly raised his icy cold arm, opened his palm to catch the snowflakes falling from the sky, with a frustrated and haggard expression.

Everyone's body and spirit have the ultimate commitment, and so does Mu Ziyuan.

He has been taking care of Xia Haiqing day and night for half a year, which has emptied his body a lot, and now he has suffered the blow of Xia Haiqing's disappearance.

Iron body also reached the limit.

Mu Ziyuan suddenly developed a high fever, which made his brain blurry and his vision gradually darkened.

Standing there, he felt that the world he saw suddenly changed.

It is still covered with white snow, but the surrounding is not a prison, but the campus where he and Xia Haiqing once fell in love.

Xia Haiqing was wearing the crystal blue star pattern down jacket he gave her on his upper body, slim jeans and snow boots on his lower body, a white knitted scarf around his neck, and a pink and white hat on his small head.

She played snowballs playfully in the snow, and then had a snowball fight by herself happily. After playing for a while, she squatted in the snow and rolled two big snowballs, and put the big snowballs together to make a snowman.

The snowman she made looked good, and she took off her hat and scarf and put them on the snowman, making it even more lifelike.

Looking at her cute, playful and energetic, Mu Ziyuan raised his lips.

Xia Haiqing seemed to have noticed his arrival, rubbing his frozen red hands, and looked over with bright eyes.

She has a smile on her face and is charming and charming.

Opening his arms, he ran towards him happily, and said coquettishly:

"Xingchen, it's so cold, please warm my hands."

Xia Haiqing ran to him with a smile, untied his windbreaker directly, and hid himself in his windbreaker like a fool to avoid the cold.

The cold little hand was more like a water snake, nimbly sliding into his shirt, sticking to his hot chest muscles, wriggling a little.

Mu Ziyuan was extremely happy at the moment.

He thought he had gone back to the past... back to the time when he and Xia Haiqing were in love.

So his eyes were doting and excited, and he raised his arms to surround the figure in front of him: "Haiqing..."

He called her name hoarsely, raised his steps and took a step forward, wanting to get closer to her.

But at this step, his body shook, and he fell straight backwards.

There was a dull bang sound.

Everything was just an illusion after he had a high fever.

Mu Ziyuan closed his eyes, his pitch-black body was striking in the white snow, especially eye-catching.

(End of this chapter)