Chapter 167 Does She Really Owe Money?

As the vehicles drive, the small villas of Zhuyuan Mansion gradually appear.

As night fell, the wall lamps of the Greek stone columns on either side of the mansion came on, illuminating the cobblestone paths.

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

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

And when the door opened, Xia Bomo saw the two Audis adorning the back, and after thumping happily, a man with a heavy face in the back seat completely pressed down the corner of his mouth.

"Assistant Chen, give me a point, I bought it for everyone..."

Before she could say anything, a very cold voice interrupted her, "Chen Xin, your work is done?"

Chen Xin trembled.

Xia Mint was also stunned.

The shopping bag in Chen Xin's hand was immediately handed out embarrassingly, "The lady, I'm leaving first, can you take it?"

"I can--"

Xia Mint just nodded when she felt a cold wind on her side.

The tall and straight man strode directly over her and left her behind him expressionlessly.

The double doors on the first floor of the mansion were opened by fingerprint recognition in an instant.

The man's back was straight and taut, and the tailor-made suit fabric was completely erected. The golden gauze-like brilliance reflected by the road pillars on both sides was compatible with the moonlight, and spread down together, making it stand out. The man in the shadow is like the one who walked out of the Asura Road, inhuman like a god, and stained with blood.

Xia Bomin blinked, pushed the shopping bag to Chen Xin, gave him a gesture to distribute to the two cars behind, and quickly followed the tall and straight body in front of him.

But with a bang, as soon as I entered the door, I saw the door of the study on the second floor closed coldly.

Summer Mint: ? ?

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At nine o'clock in the evening, many uncles in the old-fashioned community were still sitting downstairs, blowing water with fans, and chatting from east to west.

"Xiaoyang, you're late today, mother is worried, and the teacher is detained again?"

Xia Zhengyang climbed up to the fourth floor, and from a distance, he heard Mao Ruimin shouting at the door of the house.

They are now living in the house of the third uncle of the Xia family.

Because Xia Zhengyang usually has to live here, it is close to the school. He went home only on Friday, and went back to school on Sunday night.

Originally, Mao Ruimin wanted Father Xia to pick up Xia Zhengyang, but the teacher always liked to give them extra lessons on Friday, 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 very annoyed. He got rid of his running shoes and threw them on the floor tiles. He dropped his schoolbag and ran to his small room, "Math tutoring."

"Oh, you put on your slippers, and the cold comes in from your feet!" Mao Ruimin hurriedly bent over to put away his shoes, crossed his schoolbag, and chased after a pair of slippers, without any doubt about the tutoring argument, "Your teacher is too I'm in charge, I won't let you rest on Friday, and I'll be locked in again on Sunday."

By the time she chased her to the room, Xia Zhengyang had already threw the school uniform on the desk, and was lying on the cot.

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

Xia Zhengyang turned around impatiently and said nothing.

Mao Ruimin accepted it by default, and as soon as she was busy, she brought a fruit plate and two small cakes, "Your aunt sent it, saying it was a famous Japanese banana cake, and my mother kept it for you. "

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

Mao Ruimin immediately calmed down and stopped talking, for fear of disturbing her son's studies.

When she put things down, she quietly backed away, not daring to make a sound.

But when the door closed, she heard the longest sentence after her son entered the door.

"Mom, Xia Bo doesn't seem to owe anyone money, are you mistaken? I saw her today."

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