Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   She is going on a business trip tomorrow. She originally wanted to let her go, but the little hooligan is so powerful that he can't blame him.

   Fu Zhiyan's eyes darkened, he swept away the things on the table, and directly carried the person on him onto it. Han Xiaoye's back rested on the smooth and cold desk, and suddenly panicked, "Little uncle, what are you doing?"

"you."

  —do it, you!

  There is an indescribable extravagance coming out of his mouth, making people really have no way to think about that.

  Fu Zhiyan has always been amazing in action. He prefers to do it directly instead of saying it. Whether at work or in bed.

  Han Xiaoye only felt a big hand reach into her hem, and her face instantly flushed red. The inexplicable shame and tension made her unable to restrain her body, even pulling the tips of her toes straight.

  This is an office.

   In such a serious place, doing that kind of thing makes people blush just thinking about it.

   She wanted to struggle, but she felt that the man would leave tomorrow, and it would take more than ten days to leave. She thought too.

   Don't struggle, office, when she thought of where she was lying now, where Fu Zhiyan usually read documents and talked about contracts, she couldn't help but replace the documents he was looking at in her mind with her naked self. That feeling is too shameful, and I can't help feeling exciting.

   The more it is like this, the more obvious the sensory experience on her body becomes. She feels that Fu Zhiyan's hand is like a red-hot iron, and any skin that touches his hand will be on fire. Hot and hot.

  Han Xiaoye couldn't help sobbing.

  Fu Zhiyan condescendingly admired the little hooligan's rare obedience and shyness, and finally couldn't help it, he stepped forward and asked for her!

   - Fire, you can't play with it.

  ——Fu Zhiyan can't be offended.

  Three hours later.

  Han Xiaoye supported his waist that was about to break, and firmly refused the request of a beast with a sanctimonious attire to come again.

   "Little uncle, I don't want it anymore, I really don't want it anymore."

   She can't, really can't.

   Don't say it again, half the time, she will be able to smear her eyes and sacrifice on the 'battlefield'. She didn't want the headline on the front page of the newspaper the next day, "Mrs. Fu died young on the third day after taking office, traveling west with a crane, strong spirit, and immortal."

   Being stunned is shameful enough. If you are beaten to death, it would be shameful to be thrown into outer space!

  Fu Zhiyan lifted her back attentively, the end of his eyes raised slightly, with a hint of bright red, "Are you sure?"

   "Definitely and definitely!" For fear that he would come again, Han Xiaoye answered immediately without stopping for a second.

   "Is that so? I thought you would fight for 300 rounds with your character." Perhaps because he was in a good mood, Fu Zhiyan made an unprecedented joke.

Han Xiaoye spread out on his desk like a puddle of mud, weak and weak, "Reinforced steel room, iron bed, only with a waist can you be a hooligan. Little uncle, my waist is about to break~" Only with capital can she work like this. If you don't have capital, you can fight for 300 rounds with your life.

   "Open your mouth!" Fu Zhiyan slapped her ass, but didn't exert any force. He kissed her cheek again, picked up the shriveled eggplant, and put it into the bathtub in the private lounge. After washing her, help her get dressed.

   During the whole process, Han Xiaoye relied on him, like a koala without bones.

  Fu Zhiyan had no choice but to carry her back to the office, leaving her in his arms and taking out his laptop. Take the time to remotely manipulate and deal with the loopholes over there.

   I didn’t think it was a big deal to travel for more than ten days before. For him, 365 days a year makes no difference anywhere.

   But now... he actually felt that ten days was a bit too long, and the length was unbearable.

  If it's outside... Fu Zhiyan lowered his eyes and looked at the girl whose eye sockets were in his arms fighting with eyelids, and couldn't help pursing his lower lip. He took the mobile phone on the table in his right hand, and snapped a picture of the sleeping face of the person in his arms.

  The little hooligan is not a lady at ordinary times, and naturally she will not be a lady when she sleeps.

   In this photo, she smacked her mouth and looked weird. He was so **** cute.

  Fu Zhiyan rubbed the screen with his fingertips and pressed save.

   Only then did the chaotic emotions in my heart restrained, and I concentrated on my work...

  …

   Next day.

  Fu Zhiyan set off at six in the morning.

   At that time, Han Xiaoye was still playing chess with Zhou Gongzi. When she woke up, there was no one on the bed.

   She blinked her sleepy eyes, and it took a minute for her to react. Fu Zhiyan left, and went on a business trip...

   couldn't help but feel down, but she quickly cleared up. After changing his clothes, he went to the hospital to visit Suri who was still in the hospital for a while.

  Because of what Fu Zhiyan told her before, when she saw Qin Fang with a bruised nose and a swollen face in the ward, she didn't raise her eyebrows any more. But Suri had a miscarriage, and she always had a lump in her heart. Even if she doesn't have a cold eyebrow, her attitude towards Qin Fang is at best not salty or indifferent, and there is no ridicule and laughter in the past.

  Qin smiled wryly, knowing that Han Xiaoye's protection of Suri, without the addition of punches and kicks to him, was considered patience. He didn't make fun of himself, so he didn't provoke her again. The last time Han Xiaoye beat him violently, he still had lingering fears. Since being beaten by the onlookers of the whole hospital, his popularity as the fifth diamond king in the hospital has dropped to the bottom in an instant. Many beautiful nurses thought that he was always in chaos and abandoned, causing Han Xiaoye to find a **** and beat the heartless man. . Putting it aside in the past, Qin Fang clarified early. But this time, he let all kinds of gossip smear his wise and handsome image, and took care of Suri wholeheartedly.

   With Fu Zhiyan's reminder, Han Xiaoye calmed down and observed it, and sure enough, he found the love between the two sour. At that time, the shy little glances that exchanged collisions from time to time, and then quickly moved away, was a huge stimulus to her, a single dog who was alone.

   After staying for a while, Han Xiaoye couldn't take it anymore. After letting Suri rest, he flashed his bag.

   After leaving the hospital, she bought fruit and nutritional supplements to visit her grandfather.

   stayed with him until Mr. Han fell asleep at night, and then she went home lightly.

   For several days, she ran like this.

   In the blink of an eye, it has been half a month since the college entrance examination. The night before the results of the college entrance examination were released, Han Xiaoye was so nervous that he did not fall asleep all night. The next day, when she got up on the video call with Fu Zhiyan, her whole face was sullen, "Morning, little uncle."

  Fu Zhiyan had already put on his formal clothes, ready to work overtime. Wearing a simple white shirt on him, he was stunned to be wearing a handsome and extraordinary taste. He looked at the person who looked like a cabbage on the opposite side of the video, frowned, and it looked better coldly, "Did you sleep well last night? "