Black-bellied president, love is too much!

Chapter 390 The position of the heart hurts very much!
His heart hurts, and he wants her to say that she loves him to calm down the panic and pain.

The toes of Xia Haiqing's lower body flew into the air, and a feeling of suffocation filled her whole body. Her face began to turn abnormally red.

Xia Haiqing's eyes staring at Mu Ziyuan became stubborn and cold. Although he was extremely suffocated, he didn't beg for mercy at all, and he didn't speak soft words. He just let the cold spread from the bottom of his heart to every blood vessel, shooting at him through his eyes.

Her heart was so cold at that moment.

Mu Ziyuan looked at her flushed little face, felt her cold gaze, the hand holding her neck lost strength, and slowly let her go.

What's going on today?His temper has always been suppressed.

What's going on today?
Thinking that she loves and ignores him all day, thinking that she will leave tomorrow, he just wants to spend a good night with her, and he doesn't want to make trouble anymore.

But hearing her angry words just now, he was so angry that he hurt her.

Xia Haiqing was able to breathe freely, and coughed hard. The lower abdomen accompanied her cough, and she felt uncomfortable. After Xia Haiqing felt it, she suppressed the cough and panted steadily.

"You faked your death and didn't look for me again for five years, which means that you have decided to give up on me long ago. Since you gave up, when you meet again, you should treat it as if you don't know me.

You clearly know that you have an unavoidable marriage, but you approach me time and time again, and even keep me by your side as a nanny.

This is something an irresponsible man does!do you know?Knowing that you are Zhou Xingchen, but telling me that you must marry another woman, how cruel and tormenting it is to me! ...

This position hurts right now! "

With tears in his eyes, Xia Haiqing stretched out a finger and poked his heart in a very soft voice.

It really hurts here...it hurts...

She had been expecting that after Shui Ruyan returned to China, Mu Ziyuan would break off the engagement with her, but when Shui Ruyan came back, Mu Ziyuan tried to persuade her to accept their engagement.

Let her watch them get married, and then tell her to wait for their divorce, and then go back to her.

No woman can watch the man she loves marry another woman.

Even if it is a transaction... it won't work!

She too...she was actually sad.

But because of the car accident that year, she felt that she owed Mu Ziyuan, so she kept forbearing.

I don't want to bear it now, I just want to vent my grievances.

Mu Ziyuan watched her poke his heart, and when he heard her say it hurt there, his heart also throbbed, as if a piece of his flesh had grown where she poked.

Xia Haiqing pushed him away, picked up the dropped bag from the ground, stroked her lower abdomen with both hands, raised her chin to try not to shed a tear, and walked to the door of the ladies' bathroom.

The bathroom door opened, Cheng Jiayang and other people who were eavesdropping on the door frame fell in, Xia Hai glanced at them lightly, ignored them, walked over and left.

There was Mu Ziyuan's pinch mark on her white neck, which was not obvious under the night light of the bar, but it was still seen by several stars in the show business circle, and they let out a contemptuous snort.

Several other children from rich families also showed unknown smiles.

The Ugly Duckling wanted to stand with Mu Ziyuan, everyone thought she was overreaching.

Xia Haiqing had a full view of the taunts and ridicules of others, but pretended not to see them, holding his head up so that he would leave without humiliation.

Cheng Jiayang stuck his head into the bathroom, looked at Mu Ziyuan cautiously, and asked, "Brother Mu, sister-in-law is gone, this is the women's bathroom, should you come out first?"

Mu Ziyuan kicked the potted plant in the bathroom to the door, and shouted angrily, "Get out! Hold on to me if you pee, no one is allowed to come in!"

Cheng Jiayang closed the door and dispersed all the onlookers.

Mu Ziyuan leaned against the wall and slid to the ground decadently, with his big hands inserted into his hair, panting in pain.

(End of this chapter)