Black-bellied president, love is too much!

Chapter 67 Zhang Yuanyuan's Jealousy ([-])

Xiao Yangyang wiped his tears with the back of his hand, stood up, grabbed the corner of his clothes with his small hands, raised his head to force back the tears, but the tears couldn't be stopped, and fell to the ground one by one, he was afraid Mom would be worried if she didn't answer for a long time, so she belched and said "yes" with tears in her eyes.

Xia Haiqing once again shed two lines of tears sadly, she quickly wiped them off, and pretended to be angry in a brisk tone: "Then baby, will you forgive mom, you just broke mom's heart by crying."

Xiao Yangyang burst into tears and smiled: "Mom won't leave without authorization, I will forgive you."

Xia Haiqing held up three fingers in the air and promised: "Mom promises that I will never leave without reporting to my baby again."

Xiao Yangyang pouted and hesitated for a while, pretending to be a gesture, and said in a childish voice: "Okay, I decided to give my mother a chance to reform herself."

Xia Haiqing smiled with tears in his eyes.

Xiao Yangyang asked again: "Mom, are you okay in Jiangcheng? Have you eaten?"

"Mom is fine and has eaten, how about you?"

Xiao Yangyang pouted her lips, with a somewhat helpless tone: "Can I eat because of your anger?"

Xia Haiqing was amused by his son's tone: "Then let grandma cook you some more food. Children must eat, otherwise they won't grow up."

Xiao Yangyang is old-fashioned and sighs: "Oh, I can't wait to grow up to be a big kid and earn money for my mother, so that my mother doesn't have to be outside all the time."

Xia Haiqing felt warm in his heart.

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After talking on the phone with his son, Xia Haiqing sat in his seat without moving, hid in the darkness, opened the photo album of his mobile phone, and stared at the photo taken with his son before, in a daze.

The son in the photo is smiling brightly, his eyes are bent into a pair of crescent moons, his small face is full of happiness, and his small hands are wrapped around her neck, full of dependence.

But the son who smiled so sweetly was so wronged that he couldn't cry just now. Thinking of this, Xia Hai felt a dull pain in his heart.

She is a failed mother, unable to give him a healthy family, and unable to give him the care and company he deserves. A four-year-old child knows how to hide his sadness. What kind of sadness is behind it?
Xia Haiqing reached out to hold the ring on his chest, and put his face on the table.

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After Mu Ziyuan returned to his room, he took a shower and changed into his nightgown, opened the drawer, took out a flamethrower and a cigar, and stood on the balcony to smoke.

His eyebrows were slightly frowned, and his black pupils exuded infinite irritability, making him a little restless.

Cheng Jiayang called and asked him to go to Dynasty No. [-] to play, thinking that there was a woman at home, and he was afraid that she would be afraid to be alone at home, so he refused.

After a cigarette, Mu Ziyuan lay down on the bed, but he didn't feel sleepy. He got out of bed, opened the door and went downstairs, intending to drink water.

After walking down, Mu Ziyuan raised his eyebrows when he found that the plates and bowls on the dining table downstairs were still confiscated, and there was no sign of Xia Haiqing.

Sneering, just playing strike?
Mu Ziyuan went upstairs again, walked to the nanny's room on the second floor, and kicked the door open, but it was pitch black. He turned on the light, and the room was empty.

Mu Ziyuan was a little surprised. He thought about it and went to the bathroom to look for her, but there was still no one. Mu Ziyuan's brows showed worry, and he went back to his room and turned on the computer to call out the living room monitor...

(End of this chapter)