Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

  Han Xiaoye had just entered the hall when someone hurriedly stopped in front of her, panting, "Little, little girl! I finally found you!"

  Han Junqing pulled her anxiously, "Little sister, come with me, hurry up."

   "Where to go?" Han Xiaoye didn't move, he pulled his hand away, "If it's convenient, it's better to call me Xiaoye."

  Han Junqing froze, a little embarrassed, and remembered what he did last time, her face was a little embarrassed, and she didn't dare to look her in the eyes. I don't know how to place my hands and feet, "I'm sorry, little sister, I..."

   "You only have one younger sister, not Han Xiaoye." He only has one younger sister. When he threatened her with acid and family affection last time, he Han Junqing told her with practical actions that he only had one younger sister.

   And that sister was never her.

  Han Xiaoye suppressed the discomfort in his heart, bypassed him, and found Mo Xingxing. After talking about Quan Ronglian's situation, Mo Xingxing pondered for a few seconds, let her stay here, and walked past with high heels.

  Han Junqing stood there for a while, but was finally defeated by the anxiety in his heart, and stood in front of Han Xiaoye again, "Xiao...Xiaoye, just once, this time, the last time."

   "That's what you said last time."

  The straight shirt that Han Junqing was ironing could not stop the depression on his face. In a short period of time, he completely lost his bright and youthful appearance, his eyes were sunken, and he looked very bad. He squirmed his dry lips, "For the sake of the star bracelet...I..." He felt so shameless himself that he couldn't even say it.

   Star Bracelet…

  Han Xiaoye clenched his fists, slapped himself in the face secretly in his heart, endured it, and let out a sigh of relief, "Where are you going? You go ahead."

  Han Junqing's eyes lit up, "You agreed? Okay, okay, I'll lead the way."

  …

   He walked very fast all the way, and his long legs of 1.8 meters were about to run. With a small bun in his stomach, Han Xiaoye definitely can't run with him, he can only try to keep up with him without running.

  Rao is like this, Han Junqing also turned back again and again, looking like he wanted to urge, but it was not easy to urge.

  Han Xiaoye just acted like he didn't see it, and walked at his own speed.

   Finally, we reached our destination.

   She looked at the scene in front of her in shock.

"This is……?"

  Han Baoer was framed by a few security guards and was about to be dragged out, but the man standing beside him was cold and cold. On his neck, a red lipstick print stands out!

Han Junqing couldn't care about Han Xiaoye who was behind him, and stopped a few security guards with a single step, unable to turn his head, and eagerly apologized, "Mr. Fu, I know that Bao'er has made a mistake that cannot be forgiven, but please take care of Xiaoye's face. Come on, let her go this time."

In the next second, with an expression of embarrassment, guilt, embarrassment, and a guilty conscience, he looked at the person standing not far away, "Xiaoye, please, help me to intercede with President Fu. Baoer she...she... …”

  “…”

  Han Xiaoye was stunned!

   She finally knew what Han Junqing dragged her to do, motherfucker! Sure enough, Han Jiaya's family is a nest, and she will think it's good if she's an idiot!

  Fu Zhiyan turned his head to see her, frowned and walked over, touching his thin lips, "You want to help her?"

   The person who was acupuncture snapped back to his senses, grabbed the collar of his shirt, reached out and wiped off the lipstick mark on his neck. Even so, my heart is still sour! If it weren't for the fact that Han Junqing, Han Baoer and so many security guards were here, she would have loved to kiss the skin off his neck! Her teeth were going to be sore, but she still held back, raised her head, and said fiercely, "Little uncle, I'll settle the account with you later!"

   She kissed her husband and was bitten by a dog, and asked her to help the mad dog the Virgin Mary. Is she mentally ill or mentally ill?

   She just wants to beat people now!

   Just do it!

  Han Xiaoye rolled up his sleeves and rushed over in three steps.

   "Xiaoye!" Han Junqing called out, seeing her reaction, his temples jumped quickly.

  Too late, Han Xiaoye had already raised his hand and slapped Han Baoer's face with a slap!

"Snapped!"

   crisp and loud!

  Han Baoer was stunned by the beating, and he came back to his senses in an instant, his whole face was distorted, "You dare to hit me in the face?!"

The    short-haired girl showed eight teeth, twisted her wrists, and was full of suffocation, "I'm sorry, I can spank my butt! You have to have a face for a face spanking, do you?"

   "cheap..." People even said it.

  Han Xiaoye swiped his ear again and slapped her directly to shut up!

   For this kind of person, she doesn't even have the desire to play shit.

  Han Junqing came back to his senses, separated the two in a panic, opened his mouth but did not speak. A bracelet was tucked into his hand.

   "Young Master Han's things are too expensive. I have no luck and can't bear it. I'll give it back to you."

   "I didn't mean that, little girl, no, Ono, I just..." Han Junqing seemed to have been scalded by the bracelet in the palm of his hand. With a trembling of his hand, he almost dropped the chain on the ground. I desperately wanted to explain, but I didn't know how to explain it.

Han Xiaoye explained it to him and looked at him calmly, as if he was looking at a familiar stranger, "You just think that I can be of help, and I didn't mean to find me. I didn't mean to want to. Force me to do something with affection."

Her palms were a little cold, she took a breath, tried her best to make herself look stronger, grinned as if she didn't care, "It's not intentional, there's nothing I can do, I have to... Master Han once, twice, three times, every time he has his own difficulties. So should I cooperate as it should? The last time I took the sulfuric acid bottle and poured it on my body, this time I brought up the star bracelet, what is the next time? Jump off the building? Cut my wrist? Or self-harm? I'll let it go, right?"

  Han Junqing's throat was burning and he wanted to say no, but he couldn't convince himself in his heart. He is also not sure what Han Baoer will do next time, if Han Xiaoye can help, will he come to the door.

   "I'll leave it alone." Han Xiaoye made a final decision, his **** and white eyes never blinking.

  She will.

   She's not a Mary Sue, she can't be stabbed several times, and she doesn't care if others get tired of being stabbed. Moreover, this is no longer a Mary Sue, it is completely framed by the Virgin Mary.

  Han Junqing's heart was hit hard, and he reached out to pull her, "I..."

   "I won't help, what you say is useless." Han Xiaoye took a step back, covered his stomach and stubbornly tightened his jaw, making himself look strong and calm.

Han Baoer couldn't hear it anymore, so he stabbed Han Xiaoye angrily, and said bitterly, "Brother, why do you need to ask this white-eyed wolf, I don't need her help. People are now on a high branch, and blood and family are counted in their eyes. What, you are begging others, making yourself so uncomfortable, people don't care at all."