Black-bellied president, love is too much!

Chapter 3 The Madness of the Speedway ([-])

"Okay, baby is waiting for you at home." Xiao Yangyang smiled and rolled her eyes, two dimples appeared on her pretty face.

If Xia Haiqing saw it, she would definitely find that her son's smile resembled that of the person five years ago.

"Then Yangyang give the phone to grandma, and I will have a few more words with grandma."

"Yeah!" Xiao Yangyang opened the door, walked out bouncingly, and stuffed the phone into Xia Fengqin's hand.

Talking to my mother, her tone was a bit cold:
"Mom, hurry up and make some breakfast, and send Yangyang to school after eating. I'll call you when all the money is raised."

"Hey, okay," Xia Fengqin said with a little apology in her tone, after thinking about it, she said, "Hai Qing, in fact, Chen Hao has cared about you all these years, and he even asked about your situation when he saw me last time , he has good conditions and treats you well, you..."

Xia Haiqing's face turned cold, and she quickly interrupted her, almost yelling: "Mom! It's impossible for Chen Hao and I, we have no feelings, so don't mention it anymore!"

Xia Fengqin: "I'm doing it for your own good. You have a son now, and he's long past the age of dating. If someone knows that he loves you, he should marry you. Tell mom, don't you forget Zhou Xingchen? He's dead. It's been five years, besides leaving you a child, what else..."

When Xia Haiqing heard Zhou Xingchen's name, his eyes panicked, and he quickly interrupted Xia Fengqin's words:

"Mom! Please don't say this in front of your children. I'm about to go to work, so I won't talk to you anymore. Goodbye!"

After Xia Haiqing finished speaking, he quickly cut off the phone, his body shook slightly again, and he held the ring hanging around his neck tightly in his palm.

Zhou Xingchen... Stars... Stars...

Her entire world seemed to be left with only this one voice, which had not been dispersed for a long time.

*
Xia Fengqin felt a little depressed when she heard the busy tone from the receiver.

"Is my father's name Zhou Xingchen? Is he really dead?" Xiao Yangyang looked up at Xia Fengqin and asked.

Xia Fengqin's eyes flashed complicated, she picked him up, and went to the bedroom to change clothes:

"Your father's name is not Zhou Xingchen. Your father is your mother's future husband. If you want a father, you must let your mother find a husband as soon as possible..."

*
At the Jiangcheng Circuit, several curves are winding in the air like a giant dragon, and the latest improved racing cars of various colors are like cheetahs—

Gallop in the wind, rush to catch up!
In the VIP area in the middle sat five of the most outstanding young men in Jiangcheng's celebrity circle. They were rich and powerful, and the women around them were all top stars and young models in the entertainment industry. Their aura was too strong to bear to stare at.

Cheng Jiayang answered the phone, his brows were slightly frowned, and he turned his head in displeasure.

"Damn! Brother Mu, some buddies said that the other party invited all international professional racing drivers, how can you play this, you will lose!"

The person called Brother Mu was the one sitting in the middle. At this time, his legs were crossed on the marble table, and two silver buttons on the collar of the black shirt were undone, revealing a sexy collarbone and a strong chest.

He rested lazily on the back of the European-style sofa with one hand, took out a handmade cigar and bit it to his lips with the other. Actress Zhang Yuanyuan took the airbrush and thoughtfully lit it for him.

Taking a deep breath, the pungent and spicy taste bypassed the lungs, and exhaled beautiful smoke rings through the mouth.

The simple action made Zhang Yuanyuan's eyes glow with heat after experiencing all kinds of beautiful men.

Hearing the sound, Mu Ziyuan opened his eyelids, and cast eagle-like sharp eyes, and his knife-cut eyebrows exuded a powerful aura that surpassed everyone.

"Oh! A professional racing driver?"

Mu Ziyuan chuckled and stood up. Wei'an's body was as straight as a pine and cypress. He stood with his hands behind his back, staring at the field below the stage, "I'll play with them."

(End of this chapter)