How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1003 Xia Huanxi Business Chapter 191 What I gave you so far, what is left?
She only inquired about him when he just went to New York a year ago. She heard that she had a blind date with a blonde beauty with a very rich family background. As for how things developed later, she didn't want to care about it, so she didn't inquire about it. up.

But he didn't wear a ring or anything like that, either he was still dating or they broke up.

In the strange silence, the man asked casually: "I heard that Chu Ci is a professor at Liangcheng University?"

It is said that?

Chu Ci is Zhao Baobao's fiancé, how could he not know his identity.

Xia Huan glanced at him inexplicably: "Well, what's the matter?"

Xishang stared ahead, pursed his thin lips, holding back his cold temperature: "I heard that your insomnia was cured by him?"

"Well, it doesn't count. It's not just him. Master has also helped me a lot. Over the past year, I have learned painting from her and adjusted my mood. Gradually, my insomnia will not be so much."

"You changed the brand of shower gel and shampoo." The gloomy sentence was a very sure tone of accusation.

It was as if it was an intolerable thing for her to change the brand.

For a while, Xia Huan couldn't keep up with the speed of his changing topics.

What brand of perfumed shower gel and shampoo does she use, does it have anything to do with him?
Continuing with all kinds of MMPs in my heart, I continued to smile on my face: "It's convenient for me to be more casual. As long as it's not inferior, I can use any brand."

The fingers holding the steering wheel were tightened little by little, pale marks were looming on the knuckles: "What's left?"

"Ok?"

An increasingly cold voice: "All the things I gave you when I was here, so far, what is left?"

Xia Huan suddenly fell silent.

During that time, he did give her a lot of things, except gems and jewellery, custom-made clothes, shoes, cosmetics, perfume...

Covers almost all her daily expenses.

After he left, she looked at those things as an eyesore, donated what she could donate, gave away what she could give away, and threw away what she could throw away. In the end, she even sold the apartment where he lived together.

To sum it up in one sentence... there is no hair left.

She looked up, smiling brightly: "Most of them are there, I'm not willing to use them, I keep them all! Oh, by the way, what shall we eat? I'm so hungry."

The man lowered his head, in the dim light, his black eyes were full of ridicule: "I didn't find any trace of 'most of them' in Xia's house."

This, a, cheap, people! ! !

He went to look through her things before she came home! !

Xia Huan touched the tip of her nose: "All, all are in the bedroom! They are the most precious things, I am used to watching them fall asleep."

Immediately there was a mocking sneer from the man: "Why do you think I haven't visited your bedroom?"

"..."

Bitch! !Why don't you lie down in my toilet and dig around!
Xia Huan lost her patience, so she simply turned her head and concentrated on watching the night view of New York.

At this point, there is no point in asking the bottom line about some things.

I haven't seen her for a year, and she doesn't see any signs of being thin and haggard. On the contrary, she looks more supple and delicate. Because she just took a bath, her small face is white and smooth without any makeup, just like a little girl nourished by love. Full of vigor.

Be, love, love, nourish, moisten! ! !

This thought flashed through his mind, and an inexplicable irritability and anger entangled his heart like a vine. The man frowned, and almost roughly pulled off his tie and threw it aside.

(End of this chapter)