Hitting Up The Big Leagues with a Tea Personality-Chapter 167

167 Did she really owe someone money?

As the car drove on, the small villa of zhuyuan mansion gradually appeared.

As night fell, the Greece stone pillar lamps on both sides of the mansion lit up, illuminating the cobblestone path. Please visit 𝒇𝘳ℯe𝙬e𝘣𝙣𝘰ѵ𝒆𝗹. c૦𝑚

The Bentley stopped at the entrance. Chen Xin took the initiative to carry two large shopping bags for Xia Boye.

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

When the car door opened, Xia Bo saw the two Audis behind her and happily pounced over. A man in the back seat with a dark expression completely pressed down the corner of his mouth.

assistant Chen, can you help me split it? I bought it for everyone ...

Chen Xin, are you done with your work? ” a cold voice cut her off.

Chen Xin trembled.

Shiba was also stunned.

Madam, I’ll take my leave then. May I have your shopping bags? ” Chen Xin awkwardly handed her the shopping bags in her hands.

“I can ...”

As soon as she nodded, she felt a cold wind beside her.

The man strode past her and left her behind expressionlessly.

The double doors on the first floor of the mansion were instantly identified with a fingerprint.

The man’s straight and tight back was completely covered by the tailored suit fabric. The pillars on both sides of the road reflected a golden gauze-like brilliance, which complemented the moonlight and sprinkled down together. The man who fell into the shadows looked as if he had walked out of Asura. He was not human, but he was God, and he was stained with blood.

Xia Bo Li blinked her eyes and pushed the shopping bags to Chen Xin. She gestured for him to share the shopping bags with the two cars behind and quickly followed the tall figure in front.

However, just as he entered the room, he saw the door of the study room on the second floor shut.

Xia Bo Li was speechless.

*

At nine o ‘clock in the evening, many old men were still sitting downstairs in the old-fashioned community, waving their fans to blow water and chatting.

“Yang, you’re late. I was worried sick. Did the teacher stay in school again?” she asked.

Xia zhengyang climbed up to the fourth floor and heard Mao ruimin’s voice from far away.

They were now staying in the Xia family’s third uncle’s house.

This was because Xia zhengyang usually stayed in the dormitory and it was close to the school. He only went home on Friday, and he had to go back to school on Sunday night.

Originally, Mao ruimin wanted father Xia to pick Xia zhengyang up, but the teacher always liked to give them extra lessons on Friday, so Xia zhengyang said he would come back.

She couldn’t help but look at the clock every Friday to calculate where her son was.

“Didn’t I already send you a message?” Xia zhengyang felt very annoyed. He threw his running shoes on the floor tiles, threw his bag down, and ran to his small room. math tutoring.

Aiyo, put on your slippers. The cold is coming from your feet! Mao ruimin quickly bent down to put his shoes away, then put on her school bag and a pair of slippers to catch up with him. She did not doubt the tutoring at all. your teacher is too responsible. He didn’t let you rest on Friday, and you’ll be locked up again on Sunday.

By the time she chased him to the room, Xia zhengyang had already thrown his school uniform on the desk and was lying on the small bed.

“You’re tired? Are you thirsty? I’ve cut some watermelon for you. It’s been cold until now. I’ll wash some cherries for you too, okay?” Mao ruimin tidied up her school uniform again, chattering on and on.

Xia zhengyang turned over impatiently and didn’t say anything.

Mao ruimin tacitly accepted it. After a while, she brought a fruit plate and two small cakes. your aunt sent it over. She said it’s a Japan banana cake or something. It’s very famous, and I’ve saved it for you.”

Xia zhengyang sat up and took out a book from his bag.

Mao ruimin immediately stopped talking, for fear of disturbing her son’s study.

After she put down the things, she quietly retreated, not daring to make a sound.

But just as she was about to close the door, she heard the longest sentence her son had said since he entered the door.

“Mom, Xia Bo doesn’t seem to owe anyone money. Are you mistaken? I saw her today.”

Mao ruimin stopped in her tracks, her entire being nervous. she really came to the school to look for you? What did she say? don’t listen to her, what if she’s lying to you?”