The sweet wife is on: the flash marriage husband is too strong

Chapter 89 I Believe Him
"Ding-dong-ding-dong-ding-dong-"

The hurried doorbell made Mu Xia, who had just sat down, uneasy again.Mu Xia got up again and went to open the door.

"Auntie? What's the matter?"

"Sorry Xia Xia, I need to borrow another shovel, but we can't find the one at home."

Mu Xia didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "Auntie, come in and get it, I'll do things first."

"Okay, okay, I'm really sorry to trouble you." Jing Ma kept apologizing.

"It's okay." Mu Xia said as she sat in front of her laptop, calmed down, and started writing.

"I'll close the door for you, you are busy."

"Okay, thank you auntie."

It took less than a minute for Mu Xia to go to work when the doorbell rang again, again in a hurry.Mu Xia really wanted to hit someone this time.

"Ding-dong-ding-dong-ding-dong-"

Mu Xia took a deep breath, squeezed out a forced smile, and opened the door: "What else do you want to borrow?"

"Xia Xia!"

"Luoluo?" Mu Xia looked suspicious, "What doorbell did you ring, where is your key?"

"Didn't you see that I'm holding so many things, come on, help me." Jing Luo said and handed the things to Mu Xia.

"Are you going to the supermarket by yourself?"

"Many of our daily necessities are gone, why don't I just buy them when I have time." Jing Luo said while tidying up.

"Then it seems that my Chinese food is settled." After Mu Xia finished speaking, she picked up her laptop from the sofa in the living room and went back to her room.

"By the way, Luoluo, your mother said, go to the mall with your dad later, don't give them the things you bought, let them go shopping and exercise. You Hurry up and cook, I will continue to work on the manuscript, if there is no important national affairs, don't call me." After Mu Xia finished speaking, she turned and walked into the room.

Three hours later, Jing Luo's masterpiece was completed.

Mu Xia didn't eat breakfast, and had already wolfed down the delicious food.

"Wow, you...you...too exaggerated." Jing Luo watched Mu Xia put pieces of meat into his mouth with fixed eyes.

"Hungry! Didn't eat breakfast!" Mu Xia mumbled vaguely with her meal in her mouth.

"I think you are turning grief and anger into appetite?"

Hearing this sentence, Mu Xia stopped the movements of her hands, and her chewing movements also slowed down, and she slowly put down the bowl and chopsticks.

"I... I didn't do it on purpose..." Jing Luo explained.

"There hasn't been a single phone call so far." Mu Xia said with her eyes downcast.

"Call him and ask him clearly."

"Don't ask, I trust him." Mu Xia said firmly.

"That's good, eat." Jing Luo ate with her head down, still very worried about the fate of Mu Xia and Ming Zeyu.

Jing Luo glanced at Mu Xia, who looked absent-minded.

"Xia Xia, why don't I call him and ask him to come over?" Jing Luo suggested.

"No need. If he really wants to, he will come to your door without your phone call. If you can't be happy, let him do it." Mu Xia is rare in this matter.

"Or...or, he's dealing with this matter, he's busy... just wait, he'll call you when he's free," Jing Luo tried her best to comfort her.

Mu Xia nodded.

Seeing Mu Xia like this, Jing Luo suddenly sighed with emotion: I hope you can always be so open-minded.

Jing Luo took a deep breath, lowered her head to eat.

Ming Zeyu was so busy in his office that he forgot the time.By the time he finished his work, it was already eleven o'clock in the morning.

He was shocked when he saw the time on his phone, it was already so late.He immediately opened the address book, found Mu Xia's name, and prepared to make a call.

"Dididi—" the phone rang.

Caller ID is a strange call.Ming Zeyu hesitated for a moment and pressed the answer button.

"Hi, hello, who is it?"

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Ming?"

"I'm."

"I'm the bartender at the MIX bar. Ms. Yang was unconscious after drinking, and she kept chanting your mobile phone number. Please take Ms. Yang away."

"Okay, thank you." Ming Zeyu put down the phone, sighed deeply, picked up his coat, and left.

MIX bar.

The lights are feasting, the suspenders are shorts, the noise is impetuous.

Ming Zeyu was still looking around, but the bartender recognized Ming Zeyu at a glance.

"Mr. Ming, Miss Yang is in the VIP room, please follow me."

Ming Zeyu followed closely behind.

Ming Zeyu arrived at the VIP room of the bar. There was no one in the room, but there were beer cans, red wine cans, and two Hennessy wines all over the floor...

As a CEO who often needs to socialize, Ming Zeyu saw so much wine mixed together, his stomach immediately churned.

Yang Hanying half-lyed on the sofa reeking of alcohol, she was the only one in the private room.

"Hee hee, why are you here? Come, drink, let's drink." Yang Hanying straightened her back and poured the wine.

Ming Zeyu snatched the wine bottle in her hand and said, "Let's go, I'll take you home."

"I don't!" Yang Hanying stepped back, the sofa was so empty anyway.

"What do you want to do?"

"Me? What do I want to do? I... I don't know either." After speaking, Yang Hanying fell back and fell asleep on the sofa.

Ming Zeyu sighed deeply, and said loudly: "Let's go! Go home!"

"I'm not going back! Do I have a home? What kind of home! I don't have a home! My home has long been broken up, where is there a home!" Yang Hanying suddenly yelled like crazy.

Ming Zeyu stopped talking, and let her yell, maybe when she was tired of shouting and crying, she would go home.

"My father didn't want me, and my mother abandoned me in order to marry into a wealthy family. I thought I wouldn't mind. I thought I would forget you. I thought I could be a good person and live my own life!"

Yang Hanying burst into tears, Ming Zeyu saw Yang Hanying like this, and when he heard Yang Hanying talking like this, he froze there.

"Yes, you can."

"I thought I could too, so I took the first step bravely. I wanted to have a brand new relationship to forget you. That night... on that night, I ruined my life. I ruined it with my own hands. You ruined your own life, Zeyu!" Yang Hanying tightly grasped Ming Zeyu's sleeves, tears pouring down like rain.

"What should I do? No one will dare to ask me, no one will dare to marry me, what should I do?"

Yang Hanying shook his arm, Ming Zeyu's breathing became more and more rapid, his mouth moved, and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a single word.

"Let's go, let's go home." Ming Zeyu squatted down, took Yang Hanying's hand and put it on his shoulder.

"Go home? Where are you going?" Yang Hanying slowly climbed onto Ming Zeyu's back.

(End of this chapter)