Contract Transaction: The President Dominates His Wife

Chapter 22
Cheng Haotian frowned, narrowed his long and narrow eyes, his expression was still cold, and he didn't respond, because he didn't know what Muzixi was talking about.

According to the plan, today is the tenth day, the day when Muzixi's father ran out of 10 yuan, she will definitely come to him, but what she said was just this sentence, which made him unbelievable, because he He didn't do anything for ten days, he was confident that what he had done before was enough, ten days was enough to get her willing, so there was no need to do anything more, and she seemed in such a hurry that something just happened.

"Why don't you answer?! Don't dare to do it! Don't you like blasting the most! Qichuan Hospital can be razed to the ground! Now I want to blow up my home! What do you want to do! You are such a high-ranking person! Why do you want to Trampling my life like this! What is it for! " Muzixi lay on the outside of the car window, yelling at him almost with all his strength.

Only then did Cheng Haotian understand, but his expression was very displeased.

He was waiting for her to throw herself into the net, but not for her to accuse her. Moreover, he was not interested in her other things at all.

"Drive." Cheng Haotian obviously lost all his patience.Directly to the driver.

"Yes" the driver is like a machine, driving without emotion, not caring at all, and there is a girl lying on the window.

Muzixi was surprised, she didn't expect Cheng Haotian to leave so soon!

"Stop! Stop! You bastard!" Muzixi couldn't care less about anything else!He cursed Cheng Haotian loudly regardless of his image.

The atmosphere in the car seemed to be on the verge of death in an instant. The back of the driver's neck was sweating immediately, and Susan didn't dare to speak loudly.

Oh my god, for a peak man like Cheng Haotian, no one would dare to scold him since he was a child!This lunatic is insane!

Cheng Haotian's originally stern side face is now more like a blade, with a frighteningly cold light shining.

"Stop." He almost gritted his teeth and squeezed out the words from between his lips. His hands were already clenched into fists, and Susan seemed to be able to hear the sound of "cracking" between the fingers.

The driver stepped on the brakes immediately after hearing the order, and the Lamborghini seemed to be infected by his master's emotions, and roared unhappily, and then slowly stopped after drawing a line like lightning on the ground. Taking a careful look at Cheng Haotian in the mirror, his eyes touched the face that was not warm but full of thorns, he quickly looked away with interest, and then adjusted his breathing a little lighter.

Muzixi, who was left a few meters behind, cursed and cursed with tears in her voice. Watching Cheng Haotian's car drive away, the last trace of strength in her body seemed to be drained. The burden of life and deep despair had crushed her last line of defense, so she let the tears run wantonly on her face.

Just when Muzixi thought everything was going to end like this, she suddenly saw Cheng Haotian's car stop, a glimmer of hope rose in her misty eyes, and she wiped her face indiscriminately. Started to run forward.

"Open the door! Open the door for me!" Muzixi ran to the car window, and before he could take a breath, he began to yell and pat the car window hard.

Cheng Haotian proudly raised his head to the driver, the driver understood what Cheng Haotian meant, and pressed the button to roll down the window glass.

"Open..." Muzixi just stretched out one hand, she didn't expect that the glass would suddenly start to slide down slowly, her hand froze in the air, and the words left in her mouth were swallowed.

Her face was already flushed red, and there were still traces of tears from crying just now. The two eyes that were originally full of spirit were washed by tears, and now they became lively and hazy. Mu Zi was reflected in Cheng Haotian's peripheral vision Xi's face that people can't erase and don't want to remember.

"Want to know why?" Cheng Haotian's voice was like a sharp arrow, shooting straight at Muzixi from inside the car, Muzixi was a little dazed.

"If you want to know, come to Haitian Hotel." Without waiting for Muzixi to react, Cheng Haotian then left this sentence, and then gave the driver a look.

When Muzixi came back to his senses again, he only saw the cold back of Lamborghini, just like Cheng Haotian's face, which made people feel chills and despair.

for what?Does it make sense to know why now?Can you save even a tiny bit?Can she still have a clean body and a peaceful life?Nothing works!So, nothing makes sense!But she felt like a puppet being manipulated. She could only be played with by the string in Cheng Haotian's hand, and she had no power to fight back.Thinking of this, tears began to blur Muzixi's eyes again.

Cheng Haotian, I hate you.Muzixi bit her lip and said fiercely in her heart, she suddenly felt so cold, as if the cold was in her bones, she wrapped her clothes tightly, and then Muzixi hugged her arms as if lost Go back like a soul.

Where can I go?She didn't know that her home was about to be bombed, and her father who was the same as her father was lying in the hospital waiting for life-saving money to continue his life. Muzixi suddenly felt lost, how much she wished this Sometimes I can have a warm embrace to keep myself warm.Even a little bit of warmth is enough for her, but even this small hope is no different from extravagant hopes for her.

As Muzixi walked, he unconsciously walked back to the neighborhood where he lived before. Looking at the somewhat familiar but unfamiliar neighborhood in front of him, Muzixi couldn't help being stunned.

Muzixi calmed down and found someone standing there at the gate of the community. I don't know how long he stood there. Muzixi felt that he stood there motionless like a stone statue, and his slender figure was pulled a little lonely. .

Muzixi wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, blinked again, and tried his best to distinguish who that person was. It was Lin Nuofan. He was looking into the distance, holding the phone tightly in his hand, and seemed to be muttering It's the same, anxiety and worry are written on the brows and eyes.

At this moment, Muzixi suddenly wanted to open her arms and rush to hug Lin Nuofan, cry in his arms, tell Cheng Haotian's hatefulness, tell her helplessness, tell everything, but she can say what?Do you say that you sell it for money or that you are already an unclean person?Thinking of this, she didn't dare to approach him anymore, she was afraid that if she approached him, it would be a kind of blasphemy to him.

Muzixi's footsteps became so slow that she couldn't even feel that she was moving forward.

Lin Nuofan sensed something, turned his head, and saw Muzixi, the moment his eyes touched her, his tired eyes immediately became radiant, Lin Nuofan took three steps and He walked up to Muzixi in two steps and stretched out his two hands. At that moment, how much he wanted to pull the child who seemed lost in front of him into his arms, hold him tightly, and then Don't let her go.

But Lin Nuofan didn't, he hesitated with his two hands in the air, and then lightly placed both hands on Muzixi's shoulders, and said, "You're back, I can't find you, So I’ve been waiting here for you, luckily you’re back.”

"I'm fine." Muzixi sniffed to calm down her voice, but her exhaustion and despair were evident in her weak voice.

Lin Nuofan's hands froze imperceptibly, he looked at Muzixi worriedly, then took his hands away, and said to Muzixi, "Zixi, don't do this, I know what happened, Don't worry, I will help you. I will lend you the money first, and then you will pay me back slowly, okay?"

The almost begging tone in Lin Nuofan's voice made Muzixi feel a sharp pain in her heart, she raised her head, and met Lin Nuofan's worried eyes.

In those eyes, Muzixi saw himself in his eyes: with disheveled hair, his eyes were a little loose, and his lips had two red marks because he had bitten him hard, like a man whose soul had been taken away. Like her body, this kind of self made her feel even more inferior.

She suddenly wanted to run away, she didn't want to appear in front of Lin Nuofan like this, reflected in his eyes, she was afraid that he would be worried, but she was even more afraid that he would pity herself!
Thinking about it this way, Muzixi really pushed Lin Nuofan away and started to run wildly. She wanted to escape, and the farther she wanted to escape, the better. A place he couldn't see to wash off the filth on his body, and lick his bloody wound.

"Zixi..." Lin Nuofan, who was suddenly pushed away, managed to stabilize himself. He just stood up and shouted at Muzixi who could only see his back, but Muzixi ran faster and faster. Nuo Fan even had a feeling that Muzixi was about to run into a world he could not see, and what made him even more sad was that he couldn't catch her at all now.

Muzixi didn't know how long she ran like this, she didn't stop until there was no more Lin Nuofan's voice in her ears, "vomit—" Because she ran too fast, she almost exhausted all her strength, at this moment All the pain, grievance and discomfort rushed to her throat. She bent down, put her hands on her abdomen, and retched on the ground a few times.

Looking around vigilantly from the corner of the eye, Muzixi felt a little familiar. She straightened up slowly, raised her head and looked around. There were four large characters written on a high-rise building with elegant decoration: Haitian Hotel.

In front of this building, Muzixi felt that she was so small that she didn't exist. She grinned at herself with a self-deprecating smile: Why did she come here?Could it be that a person like her can come to the most luxurious hotel in this city?Maybe I'm still not reconciled in my heart, and I want to know what kind of tricks he wants to play, so since I'm here, let's find out what he wants to do.

Just thinking about this, Cheng Haotian's eagle-like eyes appeared in Muzixi's mind again. Muzixi squeezed his fist and tried to wipe his face out of his mind. Go to Haitian Hotel.

The floor-to-ceiling windows reflect the golden light of the sun, which makes the whole hotel look more solemn, and also makes Muzixi feel a little dazzling. She can't help covering her eyes with her hands, and when she put her hands down, she suddenly found this How desolate I am reflected in the glass!
(End of this chapter)