Black-bellied president, love is too much!

Chapter 9
In her eyes, Xia Haiqing just didn't understand the rules, and dared to steal her guests and divert Mu Ziyuan's attention.

Xia Haiqing was unsteady and fell to his knees in front of Mu Ziyuan. The wine in his glass splashed out and spilled on Mu Ziyuan's branded suit pants and black leather shoes.

During the whole process, Mu Ziyuan didn't say a word, didn't even look in the eyes, his expression was indifferent, and he lowered his eyelids and smoked gracefully.

Until Xia Haiqing spilled wine on him and knelt in front of him——

He turned his face coldly, and burst out dangerous and turbulent anger into Shang Xia Haiqing's black and white eyes.

Xia Haiqing raised his heart nervously, quickly took out a tissue from the table and wiped it for him, and kept apologizing.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

The suit looked like a lot of money, and she couldn't afford to lose it.

Mu Ziyuan kicked her hand away with his toes, then crossed his knees, put one leg on the other, lifted the leather shoes in front of Xia Haiqing, looked down at her, and gave a low voice of command.

"Wipe with your hands."

Xia Haiqing pursed her lips, looked at the high-quality leather shoes magnified in front of her eyes, and tightened her hands.

She hesitated for a while, then held back her breath, lowered her eyes and slowly raised her hand, slowly covering his shoe, wiping it little by little.

Mu Ziyuan's eyes were frighteningly black, and he coldly parted his lips. Before she could finish wiping, he lifted her chin with his toes, and asked.

"Why do you come here to work?"

"..." Xia Haiqing was forced to look up and look at him.

Two small hands clenched into fists, and a pair of watery eyes looked at him without making a sound.

"Mute?!"

Mu Ziyuan pushed her chin up with force with her toes, and let out an angry voice.

Xia Haiqing was startled by his ear-shattering voice, endured the tingling sensation on his chin from the sutures of the leather shoes, and said two words:
"Lack of money."

Apart from lack of money, what other reason is there for coming here?
In Xia Haiqing's current situation, she didn't feel how much it hurt her self-esteem to say these two words in front of a stranger, because she was indeed short of money and had always been short.

Otherwise, she wouldn't come here and suffer this kind of humiliation.

There is nothing to hide.

"...Heh!" Mu Ziyuan pushed Xia Haiqing's face away with the strength of his toes, and his thin lips let out a sarcastic chuckle.

Xia Haiqing was brought down by the strength of his toes, fell to the ground, and pressed his hands on the spilled red wine on the ground.

Mu Ziyuan leaned back, leaned his back lazily on the sofa, put his arms on the back of the sofa, his aura was fully opened, exuding an evil gangster aura.

His eyes were narrowed, and he took a deep breath of the cigar at his fingertips. Smoke rings spewed out from his thin lips, blurring the woman he hated most in his vision.

Suppressing the throbbing flames in his chest with the spicy taste, it's very noble.

"Kowtow to me, and I'll give you ten thousand."

"..." Xia Haiqing bit her lip and stood up with her hands on the ground.

Mu Ziyuan continued to shout: "...[-]!"

"..." Xia Haiqing's movements froze, his heart fluttered, but in the end reason and self-esteem suppressed the impulse, and he continued to stand up.

"...One hundred thousand!"

Xia Haiqing suddenly raised his head, looking at him in disbelief, with hesitation in his eyes.

Mu Ziyuan looked at her and smiled, put the cigarette out in the crystal ashtray, and casually raised his eyebrows.

"It's boring, it's fine if you don't knock it!..."

Xia Haiqing grabbed his trousers, his eyes flashed firm, knelt down, and quickly kowtowed to him.

Her body is straight, and her movements make people feel that there is no sense of humbleness.

After kowtowing, Xia Haiqing reached out to him, speaking very fast.

"You said, kowtow one hundred thousand!"

Mu Ziyuan looked at her, pursed his thin lips tightly, and complex emotions were changing in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)