Ex-husband always wants to remarry me

Chapter 82 You are a debt collector (2)

After Xia Zetao, who was already full of grievances, heard the almost unreasonable and domineering demands of his president, the frequency of twitching at the corners of his mouth instantly rose to a higher level.

What do you mean as long as you don't die?President, you are so simple and brutal, so cruel, did your ex-wife make it up?Well, I guess it was made, otherwise I wouldn't have thought about divorcing you.

But if you think about it carefully, the two of you are more ferocious than the other. What kind of pot and what kind of lid are really a perfect match!
Secretary Xia, who was secretly complaining in his heart, waved his hand and asked several bodyguards who were ambushing in the dark to show up and drag away the half-dead person on the ground.

The passers-by who were watching the excitement were shocked when they saw a few black-clothed men and bodyguards suddenly appearing around them. They watched helplessly as they pulled people away. The aggressive man, who is not easy to mess with at first glance, decisively chose to be a bird and a beast, and went to do whatever he should.

The retreat of the pedestrians did not change the expression on Mu Tingfeng's face. The corner of his eye inadvertently glanced to the side, but saw something sharply.

After Xia Zetao had someone deal with the cannon fodder hard-working spy, when he turned around, he saw that his president was still standing where he was, holding a file bag in his hand.

Xia Zetao was stunned, walked up to Mu Tingfeng and frowned, "President, what's wrong with the document?"

Documents deliberately placed in front of spies, of course, cannot be genuine.It's just that seeing Mu Tingfeng's serious face at this moment, Xia Zetao couldn't help but feel a little worried, did something go wrong?

Mu Tingfeng didn't speak, and his eyes were still fixed on the various documents taken out of the file bag.

Seeing that Mu Tingfeng didn't pay attention to him at all, Xia Zetao touched his nose in a self-indulgent manner. After a moment of embarrassment, he also noticed something strange.

"Hey, why is there a pattern on this file bag? I remember that the file bags in the company are all of fixed specifications. There should be no..." Before he finished speaking, Xia Zetao seemed to remember something, and his eyes widened and he exclaimed. , "Could it be that the former president just now... Ah bah, Ms. Zhao took the wrong one?"

Hearing this, Mu Tingfeng finally looked up at him as a reward, but then frowned again. Is this document hers?Why did she ask someone to check the information of the police station?
Doubts are doubts, but since it belongs to that woman, she will go back later and find that hers has been left behind, so she must come back and ask him for it.

This cognition somehow made Mu Tingfeng's mood turn cloudy immediately.

As Mu Tingfeng's closest assistant, Xia Zetao keenly felt the sudden rise in the temperature around him, and his jaw almost fell to the ground.

Damn it, there are still people in this world who can warm up their president's spring. Is it going to rain red this day? !
Before Xia Zetao could recover from his astonishment or even fright, Mu Tingfeng stared at the document bag in his hand and said the next sentence, which successfully knocked him almost out of his mind.

Mu Tingfeng said: "Sooner or later you will have to have my last name."

My surname, my surname, my surname...Xia Zetao felt as if he had been struck by lightning, these three words endlessly circulated in his mind, and instantly felt that he was not well.

Not long ago, the ex-president's wife yelled at the crown, "If I want to meddle in so much business, I'll take your surname!"

Not long after the ex-president's wife left, the president responded in an air of certainty: "Sooner or later you will have to have my surname."

He he he... seems to know something important again.

Xia Zetao weakly raised his head and glanced at Mu Tingfeng, who was completely different from usual, with teary eyes.

President, your style of painting today seems a bit out of place!Well...so scary!
(End of this chapter)