Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

  Fu Zhiyan rubbed his stinging temple fiercely, the hidden anger in his heart was on the verge of losing control. His thin, thin lips were pursed into a straight line, and the corners of his mouth were tensed because of too much force.

   Suddenly.

   The door that had been closed was pushed open at once.

   The person who just went out trotted back like a whirlwind, panting heavily, before he could react. Suddenly, he stood on tiptoe and hooked his neck, and with a violent pull, his red and beautiful mouth came up and kissed his thin lips.

  Han Xiaoye is really ruthless! He held his thin lips, ignoring his slightly widened Danfeng eyes in shock. Prying open his lips and teeth, as if to use up all his courage, he kissed him desperately.

   There was a cold minty taste in his mouth.

   She raised his tongue mischievously, and tried her best to tease him in the movies she had watched with Mo Qi in the past three years.

   Fu Zhiyan's lower abdomen seemed to be on fire, and he was keenly aware of the changes in his body. Before he could pull the fire-player apart, he felt a small hand daringly touch him.

  Plop! thump!

  Han Xiaoye's heart was beating fast, and he was afraid that he would push her away, and he was afraid that the courage he had finally mustered up would be gone.

   She bit her lower lip, her heart swayed, and her face tightened stubbornly, "Fu Zhiyan, you have a reaction."

  ...you have a reaction.

   He didn't even dare to look into his eyes, but his mouth was so bold. In such a private way, she actually said something so serious.

   His deep phoenix eyes dimmed.

  Han Xiaoye only got a little more confidence, then stood on tiptoe again and bit his thin lips. Bright eyes stubbornly said, "If you have a reaction, it means that you have no feelings for me. If...if...I mean if I try to become what you like, can you..." She couldn't go on. .

   She just can't be blessed!

   is just not sensible!

  Three years ago, she liked what he liked terribly. Later, I heard him say that I don't love him anymore. I thought that if I stayed away from him, I would have the backbone to not love him anymore. But three years later, she couldn't lie to herself.

   Even if Baba had hypnotized himself to forget all these years, Baba forced himself not to read, listen or think about his news. But the first time I met her, my heart betrayed her honestly.

  I really like it, I really like it.

   He likes it so much that he can't even congratulate him.

  What principles and backbones are all turned into a fart, just let it go and they will disperse.

   She bit her lower lip and took a deep breath, "If I become what you like, can you not get married?"

   The words in my heart came out, and the big stone that had been touching my heart fell. She felt relieved all of a sudden, she was desperate anyway, she didn't care about being shameless, she stubbornly said, "It's no use saying you don't love me. I still like you, just like me. Uncle, if I try my best to become what you like, and you still can’t like me, just slap me, and I won’t bother you anymore when I’m sober.”

   Like is like, she can't pretend she doesn't like it, and she can't be light. Not to mention, if you're okay, it's just nonsense on sunny days. If he gets married with another woman in good times, it will not be a sunny day for her, but a bolt from the blue! But she was really afraid that Fu Zhiyan would slap her.

  Han Xiaoye's nervous palms were all sweaty, but his chin was still raised, and he raised his head to look directly into his eyes!

   She is afraid, but she will do her best! If you don't go all out, what kind of love is it? She likes someone, she just wants to bet everything!

   "What do I like?" The man's voice was indescribably hoarse, it was simply hooking.

  Han Xiaoye was startled, what does Fu Zhiyan like?

   "Big breasts?"

   "..." Fu Zhiyan's forehead blue veins jumped, helplessness flashed across his eyes.

  Han Xiaoye also felt that the **** were too superficial, and tentatively added, "Good grades?"

   "Then do you have big breasts? Are your grades good?"

   She lowered her head and looked down at the small mountain. It was not big, at most not small. As for grades... She has only graduated from high school in terms of socially recognized academic qualifications. Not to mention being a scholar, he can't even compare to the general level. Han Xiaoye felt a little uncomfortable, and the courage he finally mustered, like a ball, was about to be punctured.

  Fu Zhiyan took her eyes, "Did you have **** in the past? Are your grades good?"

   was stabbed at the sore spot several times in a row, and Han Xiaoye really couldn't take it anymore.

   All the courage she had accumulated was exhausted, her eyes dimmed and she let go. No matter how thick-skinned she was, it would still hurt to be slapped invisibly by him. She twitched the corner of her mouth, she wanted to smile and pretend to be indifferent, but she couldn't laugh!

   She didn't know that her current appearance was too painful.

  The arrogant man, Dan Feng, squinted his eyes, lowered his head suddenly, his hot breath fell on her ears, and said in a hoarse voice, "Han Xiaoye, do you remember what I told you before?"

  "..." He said too much. For example, let her go away, let her stop thinking all day, let her be good, let her shut up...

   Seeing her silent appearance, Fu Zhiyan sighed invisibly, and took her small mouth tightly. Turn everything she wants to talk into practical actions, and by the way, return all the fire she just lit on herself. He was straightforward, "Because I like you."

like? !

like her? !

  The pie in the sky fell so big that Han Xiaoye couldn't believe his ears.

   Didn't he just dislike her for her small **** and low education?

   "You asked me a similar question at that time, and my answer was that." When did Fu Zhiyan say such straightforward words, his cold and handsome face was a little uncomfortable, and his thin lips almost pursed into a line. After a pause, he continued, "Now my answer is still that."

   There are many women with bigger **** and higher grades than her, but no one is called Han Xiaoye like her.

   His eyebrows are like distant mountains, his eyes are like frost, and he is clearly alienated and indifferent. But when those expensive Danfeng eyes focus on a person, they give people the illusion of tenderness, "Because I like you, there is no one else and I will not get married."

   This is sweet talk.

  Sweet words came from the mouth of a man who had never been abstinent and cold, even if it wasn't too sweet and greasy, it made people feel like drinking a bottle of honey, and the sweetness entered the heart all the way.