Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

  Fu Zhiyan ignored him and went straight out.

   Qin Fang leaned back and caught up with him. I followed him all the way to the back garden, only to see him stop, light a cigarette, and take out his mobile phone.

   "Andy, check the bank account of a man named Ye Chen." He paused, "Call thirty thousand and go in."

   hung up the phone, and threw the Cold&Diamonds lipstick in his hand into the trash.

   The smoke was half lit, he flicked, and was about to raise his hand. Qin Fang quickly grabbed it, tore it in two, frowned, "Stop talking, when did you start smoking?"

  Fu Zhiyan can smoke, but he rarely smokes. In his memory, he has only seen it once or twice.

   He grabbed the cigarette, Fu Zhiyan took out another one, lowered his eyes and lit it. He rarely smokes, and very few people can smoke so extravagantly. The smoke curled up, and he seemed to remember something, and put out the cigarette. Rubbed the temples.

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   On the other side, City C Hospital.

  The man who was still infusion pulled out the needle and opened the quilt to get up.

  Luo Coco, who came in with a thermal insulation bucket, turned pale in shock and stopped in front of him, "Young Master Quan, where are you going?"

   In the next second, her chin was pinched, and in a familiar movement, she covered her nose and mouth with her hands, only revealing a pair of eyes.

   The arrogant man squinted his peach blossom eyes and looked into her eyes greedily. Luo Coco even had an illusion, as if he was going to dig out her eyes.

   "Why are your eyes bloodshot?"

  Rococo felt a little nervous and whispered, "I heard that pigeon soup is nourishing, so I stayed up all night and made a pot of soup."

   Pigeon soup is best to use old pigeons that are a little older, and the effect is the best. But it was not easy to buy old pigeons. She traveled a lot before buying one from a pigeon breeder. Not only is the old pigeon not easy to buy, it also takes time to cook the old pigeon soup and needs to be watched at any time. In order to make the soup well, she stayed busy until three o'clock in the morning last night. Before eight in the morning, I got up again and added yam and other medicinal materials to continue to boil for a while, and it took three hours to boil the soup before noon.

   Quan Ronglian didn't even look at the soup in her hand, she squeezed her chin with five fingers, ruthless, with peach blossom eyes that seemed affectionate, "Coco, do you think soup is more important than your eyes?"

   It seemed like a love note of concern, but for some reason, Rococo could hear a warning. She shivered, bit her lower lip, and summoned her courage, "But I want Master Quan to get better soon."

   "Hey, my lord isn't getting better."

  Rococo was taken aback, what do you mean? Isn't it just normal angina? How could it not be better?

   Quan Ronglian didn't give her a chance to ask, and said lightly, "The soup is not important, the important thing is to protect your eyes. Your eyes... I like it very much."

  Plop!

   Rococo's heart was beating wildly.

   widened his eyes incredulously, he said...like it.

  Although he only likes her eyes, the eyes are also a part of her, so does he also like her?

   Quan Ronglian looked nervous, shy, and happy in those eyes. His brows furrowed, and he let go. He turned around and was about to go out. Just as he reached the door, Yin Jue came.

   Look at the eye of the needle that is still bleeding on the back of his hand, and then look at the bottle with less than half of the loss. His face suddenly turned ashen.

"Step aside."

   Yin Jue pulled him, "Rong Lian, where are you going?"

   "Where is Grandpa going and when do I need to report to you?" There was a lot of gunpowder.

  Yin Jue frowned, swept over the woman in the ward in disgust, and said unceremoniously, "Get out!"

  Rococo's face turned pale, and he glanced at the unruly man subconsciously. Seeing that he had no reaction at all, his face turned even paler. Not daring to stay, he left in a hurry.

As soon as she left, Yin Jue opened her hands and blocked the door with her body, "I know where you're going, but just after I learned that Mo Xing woke up, you're leaving. Besides Ruishi, where else can you go? It's Han Xiaoye, right?"

   Hearing those three words, the man's back froze and sneered mockingly, "Who said I'm going to take care of her?"

   "Then where are you going halfway through the infusion?"

   Quan Ronglian's face was full of impatience, "Isn't it okay for you to go out to dry?"

   "Okay, why not. I just want to know, where do you want the wind to blow?" Open the window is the wind, do you need to pull out the needle and run out to blow air?

   "Get out of the way!" Quan Ronglian's face sank.

Yin Jue didn't give in, his face was heavy, and he almost roared in a low voice, "Rong Lian, even if you're crazy, sober me up a bit! You keep Rococo because of a pair of similar eyes, I can take it as you are staying for a while. The moving photo, I accept it. But what are you doing now? Do you still want to find Han Xiaoye? Do you remember what you told me last time? Are you **** trying to be a dog with a wagging tail? Are you willing to kneel in front of her?"

   As soon as he said that, he regretted it. This is a bit too much, but he can't help but watch his only good friend so obsessed, and he can't help but feel anxious and angry in his heart.

   Yin Jue calmed down and calmed down some emotions, "Rong Lian..."

   Suddenly, a punch hit him in the face, and the reckless man slammed his head against the wall. The pair of dazzling peach blossom eyes were bottomless, as if there was a dark fire flickering.

   "You're right, in front of the little loach, isn't I Quan Er a mad dog?"

   For TM's sake, she was like a mad dog, trying to help her bite! It's just a gun, and you need someone to point it where you can shoot it. His mad dog, who doesn't even need to be fed dog food, can't help but want to stay by her side.

   The sarcasm in his eyes was about to overflow, he hooked the corner of his mouth and let go.

   Yin Jue lost his strength all of a sudden and almost didn't fall. Fortunately, he supported the wall and looked at the man who turned to leave. He bit his head and roared, "Rong Lian, she is already Mrs. Fu. Don't forget what your uncle reminded you, among the men in the Fu family, The one who can't provoke the most is not the iron-blooded Fu Xiao, but the most elegant looking Fu Zhiyan!"

   The man who walked in front stopped and turned around suddenly, "Yin Jue, do you know what love is?"

   "Eh?" Suddenly, why did he say this?

   "I don't know either, so I want to see what is love and what is just liking."

"What's the meaning?"

   Quan Ronglian's peach blossom eyes picked up casually and sneered, "It means that the Lord has already provoked Fu Zhiyan."

  The man's patience with him has run out, and he didn't do anything because he was worried about the little loach's mood. Otherwise, it would have been long overdue to do it with the Thunder's method that made him go abroad for a few months the last time he made a move.

   But what is he afraid of? The life of a mad dog is worth the money!