Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   But he didn't want Fu Zhiyan to look away again, and suddenly turned around, "Let's go."

   "Where are you going?" Han Xiaoye asked bluntly.

  Fu Zhiyan paused, a little surprised, "Do you want to go to the banquet with two pounds of flour?"

  Cio, she never said she wanted to participate, okay? !

   But Fu Zhiyan has always said one thing, that's why she made a principled mistake and didn't dare to pluck the hair on the tiger's beard. She reluctantly followed behind the man.

  …

   The clothes were covered with snot and tears, and Mr. Fu, who was obsessed with cleanliness, would never continue to wear this clothes. So, I took her to the Presidential Suite in Area B of the hotel. After washing in the bathroom for half an hour, I changed into a bathrobe and came out.

  He wiped his wet hair, and in the loose bathrobe, his body that felt **** and **** loomed.

  Han Xiaoye covered his nose and resolutely resisted the masculine temptation in front of him.

   The person who didn't feel tempted at all noticed the girl who was standing in the room stupidly, her hand wiping her hair and her thin lips pursed slightly.

"come over."

  Han Xiaoye was stunned.

  Fu Zhiyan threw the handkerchief on top of her, and sat on the sofa like an uncle, with his long legs up, "Wipe my hair."

"……"Depend on!

   She endured it!

   took off the handkerchief from his head, and Han Xiaoye resignedly wiped the uncle's hair. I have to say that God loves this man to the extreme. Not only did he give him everything that everyone dreamed of, but even the quality of his hair was surprisingly good.

  Han Xiaoye's hands were sore after rubbing it, and finally she was 80% dry. She rubbed her wrists and woke up the uncle who closed her eyes for a nap.

"All right."

  Fu Zhiyan opened his eyes, his midnight-like pupils were like dazzling galaxies, and he wanted to **** people into the vortex and drown them. He didn't move, looked at Han Xiaoye for a while, then his cold lips parted lightly, "Who put your makeup on, it's so ugly."

   is tolerable or unbearable! Han Xiaoye threw off the veil, and smiled with his teeth but his eyes, and the **** mouth became more obvious, "This is a popular poisonous makeup this year. When I go out, others praise me for my picturesque features, beautiful appearance, and beautiful appearance.

   Like flowers and jade, jade is clean and clear, everyone loves it. Mr. Fu, you don't have common sense and you should watch TV more. It's okay to talk about me. In case someone hears it, you think you are out of touch with the times, Mr. Fu. "

  Han Xiaoye moved his face close on purpose, and shook the two pounds of foundation on his face by the way. The white powder rustled down, with the face that had just cried, the effect was comparable to Sadako.

   "Mr. Fu, take a look again, do you feel more beautiful when you get closer?"

  Fu Zhiyan rarely showed a new expression on the face of Bingshan, which has remained unchanged for thousands of years.

  Han Xiaoye didn't care at all, and brought his face closer again, sneering in a wicked tone, "Mr. Fu, don't they look good? Look again, this skin, and this little mouth."

   The 'little mouth' that spanned most of his face chirped, almost touching the man's face.

  Tell him to drop the camera!

  Tell him to pretend to be an uncle!

  Han Xiaoye looked at the tangled expression of the man under him, and his mood exploded!

   She didn't notice at all, because of her movements, her whole body was riding on Fu Zhiyan's lap. Unconsciously, she twisted her waist and moved like a flower to Fu Zhiyan's face, intending to disgust Fu Zhiyan to death.

   "People use Saint Laurent lipstick. Isn't the color very beautiful? It's still peach flavor, don't believe you smell it..."

  Han Xiaoye was about to open his mouth, haha.

   Never expected that the person she was holding down suddenly said, "Okay."

What good?

   Her mind didn't turn a corner.

   Suddenly, the world was spinning and she was pushed back on the sofa. The leather sofa was soft, she fell into the sofa, her hands were tied on top of her head by the man, and she couldn't move.

"Well--"

  Han Xiaoye's eyes were bigger than copper bells, and she felt the warmth of the corners of her mouth.

  The rich cold fragrance is about to suffocate...

  Fu Zhiyan is kissing her!

   thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, and thump...the eardrums are buzzing.

  Fu Zhiyan is kissing her!

  Han Xiaoye blinked, making sure that he was not hallucinating.

  The man who is so misogynistic in the legend is kissing her! No, just lick her!

   plop plop...

   The blood flowed backwards all over the body, all rushed to the forehead. Han Xiaoye's face flushed red after realizing it.

   Before she could struggle, the man who was pressing her lips had already let go of her hand and stood up straight. On weekdays, Frost Bingxue's eyes seemed to have a little smile, "It really tastes like peach."

"rogue!"

  Han Xiaoye swung his paw over.

  Fu Zhiyan grabbed her wrist, the smile in his eyes dispersed, and he returned to his usual serious and cold look, "Han Xiaoye, you invited me."

   "I..." What does it mean to shoot yourself in the foot? Han Xiaoye's face flushed red, "Even if it is, I only tell you to smell it, not let you... let you..."

   "What should I do?" Fu Zhiyan was imposing and serious, "Don't you teach it in your textbooks, practice is the only criterion for testing truth. Or, you haven't heard it in class."

   Obviously he is playing a hooligan, so she feels guilty for Mao...

  Scholar Han Xiaoye shrank his neck, "I said it before, but..."

   "There is no but."

  Fu Zhiyan waved his hand.

   "Go wash your face and change clothes, we're already late."

"……Oh."

   Walking to the bathroom, she only reacted. Nima! He actually let this man mess up like this!

  …

   It is indeed the presidential suite of a top hotel, with everything on the washstand. Han Xiaoye washed his face beautifully, and replaced the old-fashioned updo with a playful ball head. Putting on the evening gown that Fu Zhiyan had prepared, he walked out of the bathroom.

   Fu Zhiyan had already changed his clothes and was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, reading a magazine. Seeing her come out, put down the magazine at will.

   "Let's go."

   Han Xiaoye, who was waiting for his praise, rolled his eyes instantly. Forget it, it's better to count on the pig to climb the tree if you expect the iceberg to be enlightened.

  Keflin's B area is some distance away from A area. When Han Xiaoye came out, he found out that it was already dark outside and the moon was coming out. The cold moonlight hung brightly in the sky, and the stars were faintly visible, which was beautiful.

   A gust of cold wind blew, and she shivered and sneezed.

   The man walking in front stopped, took off his jacket, and threw his head in her arms, "Put it on."

  Han Xiaoye's heart warmed, and he draped his suit over his bare shoulders. With clothes to block the wind, his body suddenly became much warmer.

   For the first time, she said to Fu Zhiyan from the bottom of her heart, "Thank you."

at this time.

   "Quiet brother."

   Sorrow, a thousand turns and a thousand long.

   Ji Shuya, dressed in a white evening dress, came from the corner with nobility and elegance. The swaying skirt dragged across the marble floor, which was indescribably gorgeous and beautiful.

   She has exquisite makeup and picturesque features. A pair of big, affectionate eyes stared at the slender and slender man for a moment. After a while, as if forcing himself, he squeezed out a smile, "Brother Zhiyan, you are finally here."