Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   Less than fifteen minutes later, Fu Zhiyan came out of the shower, wrapped in a bathrobe, and raised his hand to wipe his wet hair. Crystal drops of water slid down his seductively shaped shoulder blades, deep into the V-shaped neckline. People can't help but think of the **** scenery inside.

  Who says men don't seduce souls.

  A man is fascinated, and he is even deadlier than a woman.

  Fu Zhiyan is a typical terrible person.

  Han Xiaoye was lying on the bed peeping eagerly, she watched with excitement, but she didn't notice that her eyes were too red.

   The man who wiped his hair turned his head and looked over, just meeting her rascal-like eyes. Hands paused, helplessness flashed across his beautiful eyes. But someone didn't even have the slightest sense of being discovered. She was caught upright, and she looked more open and aboveboard.

  Rao is that Fu Zhiyan is calm enough, and he can't pretend to be indifferent. He put down the handkerchief in his hand and retrieved the hairdryer from the drawer. Walking to the bedside, "Come here, I'll blow your hair."

   The person wrapped in silkworm chrysalis immediately sat over, sitting upright, like a primary school student.

  Fu Zhiyan turned on the blower, adjusted it to the mid-range, and the soft and warm wind blew on his hand. His slender fingers passed through the girl's playful short hair, and he slowly dried her. Han Xiaoye's hair is short, but a little too much, and it is not easy to dry when blowing it. Fu Zhiyan was very patient, and after blowing for half an hour, after making sure her hair was all dry, she turned off the hairdryer.

   After tossing for a whole night, Han Xiaoye's physical strength has long been exhausted. The warm wind was blowing, and there were fingers running through her hair, like a massage. She was comfortably drowsy, and when she was done blowing, she yawned.

   There was a depression around him, and Fu Zhiyan took her into his arms.

   His nose was filled with the cold fragrance of the man after taking a shower, and his ears were filled with his strong heartbeat. Han Xiaoye half-awake and half-awake whispered, "Little uncle."

"Yep?"

   "Do you think I will get pregnant?" She remembered that they had taken measures every time, but she was still worried.

   Fu Zhiyan's closed eyes suddenly opened, and a deep and complicated inch by inch scrutinized the sleepy girl with her eyes closed in her arms. He pursed his thin lips, and just when Han Xiaoye was about to fall asleep, he could not hear his emotions and said, "No."

   "Oh." It turns out that I can't do it properly.

  Han Xiaoye couldn't tell whether he was more relaxed or more lost.

   But she was so tired, those little emotions just flashed by, she was sleepy in his arms and arched inside. Yawned and fell asleep.

   The person in his arms soon heard a small whistle.

  Fu Zhiyan opened his eyes, but he didn't feel sleepy.

  Tonight he wanted to take her to see the church, so that she would stop thinking about it. As a result, she will be wrong and take the initiative to start a fire. He couldn't control himself for a while, and he really went off the rails.

   He bowed his head and clasped her right hand, wearing a ring exactly like his on her middle finger.

  DV, a lifetime commitment.

  The little hooligan went to buy DV's ring, but shouted that he didn't want to get married. She is as sensitive as she is, and as sensible as she is, how can it not be distressing.

  She is his Han Xiaoye, the treasure he finally lost and found. And, Mrs. Fu, who is about to marry.

  Fu Zhiyan lowered his head and kissed the back of her hand and closed his eyes.

  …

   At six o'clock the next morning, Han Xiaoye opened his eyes on time.

   It's not because she can't sleep, it's because of her conditioned reflex!

  C City Military Region had morning training at 6:30 a.m., she just dragged her on, at most she stayed in bed until 6:10, and she would be late for a long time. So she has to wake up at six, struggle in bed for ten minutes, brush her teeth and wash downstairs for ten minutes.

   The genius outside just dawned, and Han Xiaoye yawned, ready to turn over and go back to sleep. As soon as she moved, she let out a loud cry.

  Fu Zhiyan was in a light sleep, but she actually woke up from the moment she moved. Hearing her call, he immediately sat up and turned on the light in the room.

"What's up?"

   "Waist...my waist is twisted..." The person on the bed maintained a funny question mark posture, with a wrinkled face, as pitiful as it looked.

   "Why did you twist your waist?" Fu Zhiyan frowned and stretched out his hand, "Let me see."

"pain!"

   His hand just touched, and before he took off his pajamas, the people on the bed began to shout.

  Han Xiaoye really didn't touch the porcelain. She was really in pain. Every bone in her body was sore to death. It was like being beaten last night. Thinking of those intimate contacts last night, her ears turned red, and she was really beaten. Acupuncture counts as a shot, right?

  Fu Zhiyan saw her pain and discomfort, tightened his jaw, and got up after putting on his clothes, "I'll call a doctor."

   A seven-star hotel like this is equipped with a special infirmary. The doctors in it are all famous local hospital doctors. They take turns to work to ensure that the needs of the guests can be met 24 hours a day.

  Han Xiaoye knew why he was twisted to the waist, how could he really ask him to call a doctor. To let the doctor know that she has gone too far, twisted her waist, can she still live?

   She immediately grabbed his clothes and blushed, "Little uncle, I don't have the pain anymore." For the sake of her face, she had to hold on to her death.

   "It doesn't hurt?"

   He suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed it on her waist mercilessly. His movements were not heavy, but Han Xiaoye reacted so badly that he almost didn't bounce.

   "That's what you said it doesn't hurt?" Fu Zhiyan's face was so heavy that water dripped, obviously a little angry.

  Han Xiaoye was even more angry, it wasn't him who caused her pain! If he hadn't tossed her over and over last night, would she have been in pain? It's fine if he doesn't feel bad, he still stabs her sore spot with his hand.

   Hit people without hitting them in the face, and stepping on people won’t hurt. How can there be a special to press people's sore spots! Han Xiaoye's mouth was cold and cold. Anyway, they were like that yesterday. It's fine if they don't give a good morning kiss. He even gave her a black face early in the morning. Pulling Diao ruthlessly is not such a ruthless method!

   As soon as she pouted, Fu Zhiyan knew what was going on in her head. The helplessness and doting that flashed across his eyes, he placed her on his lap.

  Han Xiaoye thought he was going to spank his butt, so he was in a hurry. Just as she was about to struggle, her pajamas were lifted, and her waist was cold, and before she recovered, the man's big hand began to gently rub her, "There is a hot spring near here, get up later and bring it with you. You go to the bubble."

   He felt uncomfortable at all, but Han Xiaoye was not willing to let him stop. The little unpleasantness just now vanished. She reached out her hand and hugged his waist, grinning, "Then you are not allowed to buy me a swimsuit for elementary school students." Last time he was in Saipan, he bought her one The jumpsuit worn by the elementary school students caused her to be ridiculed by Gu Qingshen for being so innocent. She still has a deep memory of it. Finally, the jujube became a steamed bun, and she had to shy away.