Black-bellied president, love is too much!

Chapter 68 Zhang Yuanyuan's Jealousy ([-])

The door of the meeting room was pushed open and the lights turned on suddenly. Xia Haiqing instinctively reached out and covered his eyes.

Mu Ziyuan stood at the door in a nightgown, his face was cold and gloomy.

He walked forward in two steps and lifted Xia Haiqing up from his seat: "Xia Haiqing, who gave you the right to let you sit here alone in a daze!"

Xia Haiqing's hand was torn away. After crying, his red and swollen eyes looked at Mu Ziyuan's cold and handsome face in horror. With Mu Ziyuan's strength, the other hand flicked on the table indiscriminately, and the phone fell to the ground. Broken screen.

Xia Haiqing was in a very bad mood at this time. She looked at Mu Ziyuan from panic to anger, and finally shifted her gaze to the phone with the broken screen.

She stretched out her other hand and pushed towards him: "Let go!"

Mu Ziyuan easily grabbed her hand, pulled her into his arms, held Xia Haiqing's chin with his fingers and lifted it up, looked deeply into her reddish eye sockets, and asked, "Have you ever cried?"

The faces of the two were very close, and the warm breath hit her forehead, reminding Xia Haiqing of the scene of Mu Ziyuan kissing her forcefully two days ago, Xia Haiqing shook his head and struggled hard: "No! Mr. Mu, please let go!" Let me go, I'm going to clean up the dishes!"

Mu Ziyuan tightened his arms, held her tighter, held her face in his hands, passed his fingertips across the corners of her eyes, and continued to ask, "Why are you crying?"

Mu Ziyuan showed a domineering posture of not explaining clearly and not trying to escape.

Xia Haiqing was tightly wrapped in his arms, her chin pressed against his chest, clearly feeling the man's hot body temperature, her heart tightened suddenly, she raised her head and stared at him with difficulty, struggled again, but moved They couldn't move an inch, and finally compromised:

"I'm just homesick!" After she finished speaking, she rolled her eyes and continued, "I want to ask for three days off to be with my family on May [-]st. Will Mr. Mu agree?"

After hearing this, Mu Ziyuan pursed his lips and looked at her, as if trying to discern the truth from what she said, and finally he let her go, his lips lined in judo.

"It depends on your performance. If you perform well, you will be given a vacation."

Xia Haiqing put his hands on his chest, keeping away from his chest. This time, Mu Ziyuan didn't use any force and let her go.

Xia Haiqing took a step back, looked at Mu Ziyuan quietly, and whispered: "As long as Mr. Mu is not too picky, I will try my best to behave."

Mu Ziyuan raised his eyebrows: "I've never been picky about docile women!"

Xia Haiqing didn't answer his words, turned around and squatted down, picking up the phone.

When Mu Ziyuan saw it, he took a step forward and grabbed her arm, "Don't pick it up, don't want it anymore. Let the butler buy you a new one tomorrow."

This is said... as if they are very familiar. Although it is an employment relationship, it is not so good that others can buy mobile phones. Xia Haiqing pushed his big hand away, pondered the words, and said with a smile: "I am more nostalgic , I am used to this phone."

After finishing speaking, under Mu Ziyuan's inscrutable gaze, he possessed himself to pick it up, and pressed the Enter key with his thumb. Although the screen was cracked, it was still on, and it didn't affect the use. She blinked, Shaking the phone in front of Mu Ziyuan.

"It still works, Mr. Mu, I'm going to clean up the tableware."

Mu Ziyuan: "..."

When he talks fart!As soon as she signaled her to be more docile, she started to confront him. Do you still want to take a vacation?
But watching her wink at him mischievously, thinking that she had just cried, and Mu Ziyuan didn't want to speak to anger her, so he watched her walk out of the conference room step by step with a blank face.

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Mu Ziyuan was stunned for a while, then went out and sat on the sofa in the living room. He crossed his legs and put it on the coffee table. He picked up the remote control from the table and turned on the TV, which was tuned to the stock market news channel.

(End of this chapter)