Black-bellied president, love is too much!

Chapter 96
Thinking about it now, he must have been in pain at the time, right?His handsome appearance became hideous because of him, did he feel unworthy for a moment?

I'm sorry, Xingchen, I lost you and our only ring...

What should I do... I'm so tired.

Xia Haiqing closed her eyes gently, her lips parted slightly due to suffocation, the liquid flowing into her mouth could not tell whether it was water or tears...

Off the field, everyone put the spotlight on Zhang Yuanyuan, and no one cared at all: After 10 minutes, Xia Haiqing who fell into the pool still did not climb up, whether she would drown.

Until two rows of cool bodyguards in black trotted over very regularly, pushing the reporter and Zhang Yuanyuan's idiot fans away, tearing a wide road.

Mu Ziyuan was dressed in a black suit, his brows were cold, and the anger and hostility hidden in his eyes strode over.

The entertainment reporters never expected that apart from Zhang Yuanyuan being slapped and burst into tears today, they would also meet Mu Ziyuan, the son of a rich man in China.

Was Mu Ziyuan's arrival for the legendary CP Zhang Yinghou, or for the vicious girl who sank to the bottom and never came out?
No matter what, as long as it involves the Yan Duojin Prince Mu Ziyuan of Jiangcheng, it is a piece of hot news that is hard to buy.

Thinking of this, they frantically started taking pictures.

Mu Ziyuan was shaken by the flash light, his face was gloomy, and he swept away with a gaze as cold as ice, which was so dangerous that it was suffocating.

All the reporters couldn't stand his strong aura, shivering from the cold, and put down the cameras on their shoulders one after another.

As expected of the heirs of the Mu Clan, the silent eyes forced them to almost kneel down. Mu Ziyuan's face was ashen today, as if possessed by a Rakshasa, giving people the illusion of wanting to kill someone.

The bodyguards tacitly confiscated all the cameras present.

Mu Ziyuan's footsteps never stopped, he strode towards the fountain pool with big strides, jumped down resolutely with a cold face, walked extremely accurately to the place where Xia Haiqing fell into the water, reached deep into the bottom of the pool with his big hands, picked her up and carried her into his arms .

She rushed over when she saw the live news, hoping it was not too late.

Xia Haiqing was drenched all over, her hair was sticking to her pale face, and her hair was entwined around her fair neck. She closed her eyes, her lips were so white that there was no trace of blood, she was motionless, and her silence was heartbreaking and painful.

Mu Ziyuan hugged her tightly, with trembling fingertips, put her on the tip of her nose to test her breathing, then stepped out of the pool, laid her flat on a dry place, and pressed her chest hard with both hands .

Xia Haiqing spat out the accumulated water in his stomach, but he showed no sign of waking up.

Mu Ziyuan gave her artificial respiration on the spot.

(End of this chapter)