Hitting Up The Big Leagues with a Green Tea Personality

Chapter 167: Does she really owe money?

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As the vehicle drove, the small villas of the Zhuyuan Mansion gradually appeared.

As night fell, the Greek column wall lamps on both sides of the mansion came on, illuminating the cobblestone pathways.

The Bentley parked at the entrance, and Chen Xin took the initiative to carry two shopping bags for Xia Bohe.

Along the way, the temperature in the rear seat gradually dropped.

And when the car door was opened, Xia Bohe saw the two Audis behind her and jumped over happily, a man with a gloomy face in the back seat completely suppressed the corners of his mouth.

"Assistant Chen, please help me share a point, I bought it for everyone..."

Before she could say anything, a very cold voice interrupted her, "Chen Xin, have you finished your work?"

Chen Xin trembled.

Xia Bohe was also taken aback.

The shopping bag in Chen Xin's hand was handed out in embarrassment, "Then madam, I'm leaving first, can you take it?"

"I can-"

Xia Bohe just nodded when she felt a gust of cold wind on her side.

The tall and straight man strode directly, passed her, and left her behind with a blank expression.

The double doors on the first floor of the mansion were instantly opened by fingerprint recognition.

The man straightened and stretched his back, fully erected the tailor-made suit fabric, and the pillars on both sides reflected a piece of golden veil-like brilliance, which was compatible with the moonlight youth, and spread down together to set off well. The man in the shadow is like an Asura walk out, inhuman like god, and stained with blood.

Xia Bohe blinked, pushed the shopping bag to Chen Xin, made a gesture for him to distribute the two carts behind, and quickly followed the tall and straight figure in front.

But with a bang, just after entering the door, the door of the study on the second floor was closed coldly.

Xia Bohe:?

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At nine o'clock in the evening, many old men in the old-fashioned community are still sitting downstairs, blowing water with fans, and chatting in the north, south, east, and west.

"Xiaoyang, you are late today, mom is worried to death, and the teacher is detained again?"

Xia Zhengyang climbed up to the fourth floor and heard Mao Ruimin shouting from a long distance away.

They are now staying in the house of Uncle Xia's third.

Because Xia Zhengyang usually has to stay, this place is close to the school. He only goes home on Friday, and he has to go back to school on Sunday night.

Originally, Mao Ruimin wanted Xia's father to pick up Xia Zhengyang, but the teacher always liked to give them extra classes on Fridays, so Xia Zhengyang said he would come back.

Every Friday, she couldn't help looking at the clock to figure out where her son was.

"Didn't I send you a message?" Xia Zhengyang felt annoyed, he broke away from his running shoes and threw them on the floor tiles, dropped his schoolbag, and ran to his small room, "Mathematics tutoring."

"Oh, put on your slippers, the cold will come in from your feet!" Mao Ruimin hurriedly stooped to put away his shoes, stepped over her schoolbag, and took a pair of slippers to chase after him. She had no doubts about the tutoring theory, "Your teacher is too Take charge, you won’t be allowed to rest on Friday, and you will be locked up again on Sunday.”

When she chased her to the room, Xia Zhengyang had already thrown his school uniform on the desk, and was lying on the small bed sprawled all over.

"Tired? Are you thirsty? Mom cut you a watermelon and kept it iced until now. Can I wash some cherries for you?" Mao Ruimin packed her school uniform again, chattering endlessly.

Xia Zhengyang turned over impatiently, without saying a word.

Mao Ruimin agreed to accept it by default, and sent a fruit plate and took two small cakes, "Your aunt sent it, and said it was a famous banana cake in Japan. Mom saved it for you. "

Xia Zhengyang sat up and took a book from his schoolbag.

Mao Ruimin immediately stopped talking, for fear of disturbing her son's study.

After putting down the things, she quietly backed away, not daring to make a sound.

But when the door was closing, she heard her son's longest sentence after entering the door.

"Mom, Xia Bohe doesn't seem to owe anyone money, did you make a mistake? I saw her today."

Mao Ruimin's footsteps stopped, and she became nervous, "She really came to the school to look for you? What did you say, don't listen, what if she lies to you!"