Chapter 11 (1/2)

”Mr. Ning, please tell my friend that I will come back to see her in the evening.” When Zhang Xiao coaxes Muya, he doesn't forget Ye Qing. He turns around and orders Ning Zhiyuan, who is just coming and planning to enter the elevator together.

Ning Zhiyuan's face is as black as the bottom of a pot. He raises his chin coldly. He doesn't say a word, and his feet are motionless.

Zhang Xiao saw that he didn't move and was not angry. He put the mobile phone into his hand and turned back.

Ning Zhiyuan just catches the mobile phone. Muya's crying comes right away. The mobile phone is on hands-free. Everyone can hear the child's crying. Although Ning Zhiyuan is cold as ice, his niece is really distressed. Listening to his niece's cry, he is more and more heartbroken. People are also in a panic. He coax his niece with his mobile phone. He is very funny and funny.

Mu Chen this father can't coax Mu ya, rather Zhiyuan this uncle has no that ability.

However, Ning Zhiyuan called out to Zhang Xiao, who walked several meters away: ”come back!” When Zhang Xiaodun stopped walking, he just squeezed out two words: ”I'll go!”

Then Ning Zhiyuan goes to Zhang Xiao with a black face and hands his mobile phone to Zhang Xiao. When Zhang Xiao reaches for the mobile phone, his eyes stare at Zhang Xiao darkly. Zhang xiaodares to say that if it is not for Muya, it is Ning Zhiyuan who can kill her, not to mention the quick changing face of Mu Chen.

Zhang Xiao is not afraid of death. Even if Ning Zhiyuan's eyes can tear her into pieces, she still calmly takes over the mobile phone, ”Ning Zong, since you have gone this time, you can tell Ye Qing that I will accompany her after nine o'clock, so that she can have a good rest and don't worry about me.”

Ning Zhiyuan coldly warned her: ”I'm not a microphone, don't push your luck.”

”I'd better say it myself. Ye Qing must be very worried to see me taken away by your two chief executives. She's injured now and has just come out of the operating room. It's really not right to worry about me any more Zhang Xiao has made up his mind that the two chief executives can only soften to himself at the moment and deliberately say so.

Ning Zhiyuan grits her teeth. This woman has the ability to make people angry.

With his iceberg face here, who is not afraid, she is not afraid!

”Zhiyuan.” Mu Chen gently wrung her eyebrows to remind Ning Zhiyuan not to fight with this woman who is not afraid of death. Now what they want most is to let Muya not cry and let Muya be good.

Ningzhiyuan cold face Zhang Xiao a pull a throw, Zhang Xiaolian people with a mobile phone was he jilted to Mu Chen. The plot is not like the TV play put that, Zhang Xiaohui was thrown into the arms of Mu Chen, but was thrown into the elevator door opened by Mu Chen, fell on the ground, fell quite ugly.

Mu Chen followed to walk into the elevator.

The big feet in black shoes are in front of Zhang Xiao.

Zhang Xiao fell a little bit painful. Ning Zhiyuan had great strength and was caught off guard. She was unprepared at all. A return to God to see a pair of black leather shoes stand in front of oneself, she raises a face, then receive Mu Chen's condescending look down.

”It's nice on the ground?” My mouth is cold.

Zhang Xiao scolded Ning Zhiyuan thousands of times in his heart, and then scolded Mu Chen who didn't receive her. Then he got up from the ground and patted the dust on himself as if nothing had happened.

Pretty face even embarrassed color is not, in front of the handsome guy fell in such a mess, still calm and free woman, Mu Chen dare to say that she is a narrow elevator, only Zhang xiaocoax the children's voice, two bodyguards quietly stand beside Mu Chen, silent. Mu Chen also no longer speak, only deep eyes stare at Zhang Xiao.

In the heart ran ten thousand grass mud horse, how did his precious daughter pick this woman to be a mother!

After Mu Xiaochen got out of the hospital, he got into the car. She is now bent on Muya, the daughter who came out of her mother's way, and didn't pay attention to Mu Chen's look at her eyes, no matter how many grass mud horses Mu Chen had run through in his heart.

There is Zhang Xiao coaxing, but Moya doesn't cry. Holding the microphone, she keeps calling her mother. Listening to the child calling her mother softly, Zhang Xiao's heart can't be softer, just like Muya is her own daughter.