Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   Xiao Han's alleged incident was in full swing, and Han Xiaoye was enjoying Fu Zhiyan's exclusive service at home with a big belly like the empress dowager.

  Since she was pregnant, her status has risen steadily, and now people in the family can't even speak to her softly. To avoid being accidentally caught by Feng Yaqin and dragged to ideological education for two hours.

  Han Xiaoye was lying on the sofa playing with his mobile phone with his feet up, and shouted like a commander, "Little uncle, bring me a blanket, my stomach is cold."

   was working at the desk, and the man who had not been quiet for ten minutes stood up helplessly. He bent down and picked up the remote control panel she casually left on the sofa, turned off the air conditioner, and brought a blanket over to her and placed it on her stomach.

   "If you feel cold, don't turn on the air conditioner."

  Han Xiaoye reluctantly said, "I just like to blow the air conditioner while covering the quilt, it's comfortable!"

   "Where did you lose the remote control? I'm going to turn on the air conditioner."

  Fu Zhiyan put the remote control panel out of her reach, expressionless, "Blowing on the air conditioner is not good for your health."

  Han Xiaoye acted like a spoiled brat, relying on the fact that he had a baby in his stomach, "I'm covered with a quilt, so I won't catch a cold. Little uncle, let me blow it. The little bun in her stomach also said she wants to blow the air conditioner."

   "Do you think a two-month-old would say such things?"

   She said confidently, "We can't have telepathy!"

  Fu Zhiyan was too lazy to pay attention to her. Anyway, if she ignored her, she would not bother herself. Sure enough, after he stopped talking, the little woman lying on the sofa made fun of herself and stopped turning on the air conditioner. Xiaozui muttered a few words and continued to play with the phone.

   After playing for a while, she was bored and threw her phone aside, then turned sideways and stared at the man at work, blinking.

   Her eyes are so hot that it's hard for people to ignore them.

  Fu Zhiyan flipped a few pages of the contract, finally paused, raised his head and looked over, "What's wrong?"

   Can't hold back?

  Pretend, keep pretending you don't care about her~

  Han Xiaoye was stunned in his heart, but he said flatly, "It's nothing, just look at you, you continue to work on you."

   She looked like this, how could he continue?

  Fu Zhiyan had an incomparable headache, put down the document, rubbed his temples, and stood up, "Are you hungry? I'll go see if Li Ma has made the chicken soup."

   When Han Xiaoye heard the chicken soup, he quickly grabbed him, "Little uncle, I'm not hungry! I'm not hungry at all!"

   She has been drinking chicken soup for a month, and now she has a nauseating urge to hear the word chicken soup. It is better to let her drink arsenic than to drink chicken soup.

  It's a pity that Fu Zhiyan followed her in other matters, but he didn't say anything about it. She saw through her careful thoughts at a glance, and frowned, "Are you trying to cheat again?"

  Han Xiaoye was poked with a little thought and a little guilty, "I didn't say no to drink, I just want to drink it later."

   "Oh? How late?"

   "After dinner, drink before going to bed?" She snorted.

  Fu Zhiyan knew her too well, why drink after dinner? The hooligan must have planned to pretend to sleep immediately after dinner and avoid the soup!

   His temples jumped abruptly! He wanted to say that she was reluctant. After all, he reacted violently to seeing her pregnant this time. She vomited almost every day. He knew that the little hooligan was uncomfortable. But no matter how uncomfortable it is, I can't spoil her so that she doesn't even drink nourishing chicken soup, it's not good for her health.

  Fu Zhiyan was ruthless, kept his eyes open, and threw a sentence without rebuttal, "No, I'll go down and bring you a bowl, don't be fooled, I'll watch you finish drinking."

  Han Xiaoye wailed, "I don't want to drink." She really didn't want to drink, especially not!

   However, her protest was completely ignored, and Fu Zhiyan had already gone downstairs. After a while, a bowl of hot chicken soup was brought up, and the extravagant man looked softly, "I've left the oil on it, come, sit up and drink some."

  Han Xiaoye sat up reluctantly, and as soon as he sat up, he smelled the strong smell of chicken soup. Her face changed suddenly, she pushed the man in front of her away, stood up and ran to the toilet.

   "vomit—"

   She vomited so badly that she almost vomited out the acid in her stomach, and she finally got better.

"Han Xiaoye, you..." It was just right. As soon as Fu Zhiyan came over, she immediately clapped the man's hand away with a huge reaction, and stepped back a few steps as if she saw a flood and beast, and opened the distance between the two of them. , covered his mouth with a look of horror, "Little uncle, stay away from me, you smell like chicken soup. I'm afraid of me..."

   Before she finished speaking, she lay on the side of the sink and retched again.

   Fu Zhiyan saw that her face was flushed, and her heart ached to the point where she couldn't do anything, not even helping her smooth her back.

   Every time Han Xiaoye vomited, it was as if he had tugged at his heart, and a heart was about to be torn into countless pieces.

   He had no choice but to go out first, grab a set of clean clothes, and go to the next room to take a shower and change. Before going out, I took out the half-spilled chicken soup and opened the window to let the air circulate in the room. After doing this, he pursed his thin lips and went out.

  ‘Crack’!

  The door was closed.

  Han Xiaoye heard the sound of the door closing, but she vomited so much that she was holding back her tears, and she had no time to consider Fu Zhiyan's feelings.

  I don't know how long it took, she was about to vomit and collapse, and her stomach finally didn't roll over anymore.

   She washed her face with warm water and walked out with her legs weak.

   The smell of chicken soup in the room was already very weak, and she still smelled a little uncomfortable. She touched her stomach and slumped on the sofa weakly.

  Emma! So cruel!

   Every time she had morning sickness, she had the illusion that she wanted to spit out her soul. Every time that feeling came, it was like the great avalanche in Nepal, and she couldn't stop it. She used to be pregnant with kittens and nine and nine o'clock at all. Could it be that these babies are really twins, so they are particularly abusive?

  Han Xiaoye touched his stomach and made up his mind.

  Whether this child is twins or not, she is determined not to give birth, never again! What football team, basketball team, mahjong team, whoever likes to give birth will give birth, she is determined not to give birth anyway! Pregnancy is really abusive, she can't eat or play, she can bear it, she can't bear it when she vomits like this!

   She wanted to see if her face was bad, but she didn't have the strength to look in front of the mirror. She just picked up the phone and was about to use the phone's camera function to take a look when she suddenly found a missed call.

  Who?

   Before she could see who it was, she called again.

   She is very familiar with the caller number, and the three big characters jump up and down on the caller ID - Quan Ronglian!

  Han Xiaoye pursed the corners of his mouth, hesitated, and answered the phone.

"Hey?"

   "Han Xiaoye, I'm leaving. Would you like to see the father off?"