Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   That's right, aren't they unrelated? Moreover, they still fought kISS and rolled over the sheets. Can pure uncles and nieces do these things?

  Han Xiaoye took the water cup like a cat scratching in his heart. After taking two gulps, he suppressed his words.

Fu Zhiyan opened the door of the wardrobe, took out a piece of clothing, and threw it in front of her, "I'm going to take a shower, before applying the medicine, you should change your clothes first, so that the medicine won't get on your pants later. ."

   After he finished speaking, he turned around and entered the bathroom of the room, not giving Han Xiaoye a chance to refuse at all.

   There was a sound of rushing water in the bathroom.

  Han Xiaoye picked up the pink nightgown beside him, as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water on his head, his whole body and heart felt cool.

   This nightdress is for girls!

   In Fu Zhiyan's apartment, how come there are nightdresses worn by girls?

  He... Did he really have a new girlfriend?

   She grabbed her nightgown unconsciously, feeling gloomy.

   Intellectually know that this is normal, Fu Zhiyan's age, net worth, even if he is not in a hurry, the family will be in a hurry. But subconsciously, she refused to think about it.

  Fu Zhiyan will marry other women, watch movies with other women, have children with other women, and have other women...

  My heart seemed to be blocked by something, it was still beating, and it felt like it wasn't beating anymore.

   She took a deep breath and suppressed all her emotions. She put on a pink nightdress, which was soft and her favorite pure cotton. But when she put it on, it was like there were thorns in it, and the thorns made the skin all over her body uncomfortable.

   The sound of water in the bathroom stopped at this moment, and a man wrapped in a nightgown came out.

   His dark hair was slightly curled after being wet with water. The phoenix eyes still seemed to be filled with the mist in the bathroom, and there was an illusion of melting ice and snow, gentleness. But it was only a momentary illusion, and when he came back to his senses, there was a soft look in his eyes, but it was clearly still cold and alienated.

  Fu Zhiyan wiped his hair a few times with the handkerchief and put the handkerchief aside. He lifted the bag from the table and took out the medicinal liquor inside. Tightening her outline, she lifted her nightgown, revealing the pair of bruised knees. He frowned slightly, poured some medicinal wine into the palm of his hand, raised his head, his phoenix eyes were cold, "It will be a little painful, bear with it."

"Okay."

   In the next second, she knew what the promise of being too beautiful was just because she was too young!

  Yah, it's not a bit painful at all! It's as painful as putting your knees in a frying pan and frying them repeatedly! Especially every time he rubbed with his big hands, the injured part of the ligament was more painful than when he fell, and she couldn't wait to not even have the knee and the leg.

   But what you said is good, you have to endure it with tears in your eyes!

   Han Xiaoye's mouth was about to bleed, so he held back and said nothing.

   "Does it hurt?"

   "It doesn't hurt... ah!"

   He actually... rubbed it **** purpose!

  Fu Zhiyan's thin lips pursed without the slightest smile, and the dark eagle eyes seemed to see through her, "Didn't you say it doesn't hurt?"

Depend on! Han Xiaoye's knees hurt and his heart is heavy, and he really can't pretend to smile. He simply broke the jar and threw it, "I'm just in pain. Who wouldn't feel pain when rubbed like that when his knee fell like this?

   "Then don't endure it." Fu Zhiyan's hand movements slowed down a little, but he didn't reduce his strength. To rub away the congestion, you must use force. "If you feel pain, don't bear it."

  Han Xiaoye pouted, lowered his eyes, and said nothing.

   She kept yelling at the pain, but nothing changed. Her knees would still hurt. Instead, she might as well have some strength to endure it.

  It takes patience to rub open the congestion, because the congestion is exuded from the subcutaneous capillaries that burst and has coagulated into a blood clot.

  Fu Zhiyan rubbed her for 20 minutes before the bruises on her left knee dissipated. Han Xiaoye felt the pain and numbness in her entire left leg.

  The medicine was on his left knee, he poured some medicinal wine into the palm of his hand again, his thin lips parted lightly, "Stretch out your right leg."

   The first time he stretched out cheerfully, it was young and frivolous. After the pain, she really didn't have the courage to stretch it out again. She struggled for a while, her sly eyes rolled, and she suggested with a guilty conscience, "Little uncle, if you don't have the right leg, don't human beings have a self-healing function? I have always been very curious about the self-healing ability of human beings if they don't rely on drugs. How strong. This time is just an opportunity, let's just do an experiment to see which one is better and faster."

  Fu Zhiyan's temple jumped suddenly, too lazy to talk nonsense with her, he grabbed her ankle directly, pulled his right leg over and put it on his knee, and continued the work just now.

   The knee on the left is still burning like a steamed pig's trotter, and the right is cold because it is coated with medicinal wine.

   One is cold and one is hot, and there are two layers of ice and fire.

  Han Xiaoye had to divert her attention. She quietly looked at the man who was conscientiously applying medicine. Looking down from the top, she could clearly see how long and thick his eyelashes were, and even more can see his straight and three-dimensional bridge of the nose.

  The bridge of Fu Zhiyan's nose is not the stiff three-dimensional shape of Europeans, but is mixed with oriental charm. Although it looks very straight, it will not give people a feeling of being too sharp and abrupt. The whole gentleman is as noble as jade.

   Her eyes slid down uncontrollably and landed on his thin lips that were just right for kissing.

   Further down, it's the **** collarbone and the two pink dots on the white jade chest...

  Pink...Han Xiaoye's heart jumped with a 'bang' before he realized what he saw, and looked away quickly as if he was a thief.

   only moved away for two seconds, and then the **** sight slipped back secretly as if he was out of control.

  The man's nightgown was loose, because it was a V-neck, and he squatted down to help her apply the medicine. Every time he leaned over, the scenery under his collarbone was looming...

   How could she have done such a shameless thing before, she used to look at it in an open and honest way, and she wouldn't be sneaky like now.

   There is a saying that is quite reasonable, "a wife is worse than a concubine, a concubine is worse than stealing, and stealing is worse than not being able to steal". In the past, Fu Zhiyan was a flower that bloomed on the top of the mountain to her, and she might be able to pluck it if she climbed up desperately. Now... he's completely out of her hands.

   The knee of the right leg was not as bad as the left leg, and it only took five minutes to rub the bruises away. After Fu Zhiyan applied ointment to her knees, she wrapped it in gauze again. After everything was done, he put away the medicine box, put the rest of the potion on the cabinet, stood up, and said condescendingly, "I have already rubbed all the bruises away for you, you may not be able to walk for the time being, I will be here tonight. Go to sleep."

  Sleep here? !