Master Loves His Little Beautiful Wife

"Xu Haoran, do you still think I am your girlfriend? Buying a limited edition bag for her is worth millions, but what about for me?"    

Her heart was filled with bitterness and sorrow, as if this was something she had been suppressing in her heart for a long time.    

Xu Haoran's heart trembled, and he couldn't help but sneer. Just because of a bag? So this snake woman bore a grudge against Baby Ning?    

He only bought Mu Xiaoxiao a bag that cost a few hundred thousand each back then because their relationship hadn't been made public yet. He was afraid that she would be the subject of public opinion, and it was all for her own good.    

After all, she liked to show off too much and it was very easy to attract hatred.    

"Also, the pocket money you gave her was a few million yuan. Who is she to you? She is an outsider. As for me, I am your girlfriend. How much have you given me?" Mu Xiaoxiao continued.    

Wu Xian could not stand it anymore. "Mu Xiaoxiao, you are too much. Didn't Haoran spend a lot of money on you? Do you think all your resources were spent by Haoran with money? Have you calculated how much you spent? "    

"Do you really think you can take on these roles with your acting skills? They will want you? Don't you have any idea? "    

This was the thing Wu Xian hated the most about Mu Xiaoxiao. She had taken advantage of him and pretended to be good.    

Xu Haoran had spent more than ten million yuan for her. How could she compare herself to Miss Su?    

"Wu Xian, don't say anymore. Send her away." Xu Haoran did not want to see Mu Xiaoxiao again. At this moment, his mind only had the last smile of Xiao You towards him.    

Perhaps, everything really had to come to a perfect end.    

Goodbye, my first love, goodbye, Little You!    

Soon, the men in black guarding by the side looked at Su Ningning. They were Chu Yichen's men. They did not dare to move without Miss Su's permission.    

After Su Ningning nodded, they went forward and unceremoniously carried the howling Mu Xiaoxiao away. The room was deathly silent.    

After a long time, Xu Haoran looked at Su Ningning, "Baby Ning."    

Su Ningning looked at him with a smile and tried to make Xu Haoran's mood better. "Third Elder Brother, don't say anything. Quickly adjust and start filming tomorrow. Tingting is waiting to have a little fun with you."    

Her playful look made Xu Haoran's gloomy mood instantly become better. He smiled and scratched her nose. "Okay."    

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Chen Xiao held a pile of reports and stood by the side, trembling with fear. He was on the verge of tears.    

Su Ningning had not paid any attention to the Buddha in front of her for a whole day. This Buddha was not happy to vent his anger on them. All the plans and reports had to be rewritten.    

The group of people below had been complaining nonstop. They were about to cry to death.    

He had been inquiring about Su Ningning's side and knew that Su Ningning's matter had already been settled. He hurriedly reminded her.    

Only Su Ningning could cure him.    

"What? Are you done with your work?"    

He quickly retracted his fingers that were tapping on the table and picked up the phone on the table. "Baby Ning, are you going to the math class tonight?"    

Su Ningning had just left the school infirmary with a black bag on her back and was heading straight for the school building.    

It had been a long time since she went back to class. It was alright if she did not attend the class, but she had to hand in the test papers.    

"Go, aren't the competitions about to start? I can't drag you down." She replied as she left.    

Suddenly, Yee Xin, who was riding a worn bicycle and wearing a yellowish white shirt, rode the bicycle past her in a hurry.    

Immediately after, her phone suddenly started to talk about WeChat messages, "Miss Ning, are you there? Not good."