Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

  Fu Zhiyan is a visiting professor with only one class a week.

   On Wednesday, the amphitheatre was overcrowded.

   When Han Xiaoye went there, there was no place to sit, and it was all occupied by students from other classes or grades. Jiang Ning kept apologizing to her, saying that today was Yang Xin's place. Yang Xin thought she would not come, so she didn't occupy her place. He hesitated to give her his seat. How could Han Xiaoye sit in her position and let her stand up, and after a few pushes, he pressed her to the seat.

   There were a lot of people who wanted to come to Fu Zhiyan's class, but many didn't occupy a seat, and the back was crowded with people. Han Xiaoye stood in the corner, tightened the straps of his backpack, and stared in the direction of the classroom door unconsciously.

   It's been almost a week.

   Since he let her eat that day and she ignored him, Fu Zhiyan never spoke to her again.

   To be precise, there was no chance to speak to her at all. Because every day when she got up, he had already gone to the company, and when he came back from the company, she had already slept.

  Han Xiaoye felt that he was hiding from her on purpose and didn't want to see her at all, so even when he came back every night, she didn't fall asleep, and she never opened the door to go out.

   He doesn't want to see her anymore, and she doesn't want to be boring.

   Having said that, after not seeing him for a week, she still couldn't help thinking about it.

  I really want to see him, I really want to listen to him, even if... even if he ignores her, it doesn't matter.

   She knew that it was too embarrassing, but liking someone is really not embarrassing or embarrassing and can be controlled. Even if I know in my heart that it is quite dignified, but I can't help thinking about it, even dreaming.

   will think about talking back to him who was not stubborn at the time, and just bear it for a while.

   But she knew that her temper would definitely be unbearable.

   still couldn't help but talk back to him, or would rather he didn't want to see him, but also kept his breath. She sometimes felt that God was deliberately abusing her, and she wanted to make her like what Fu Zhiyan liked, and she wanted her **** face.

   That's why there is the phrase 'death to face and suffer'!

   Han Xiaoye, who was suffering, was like an ant crawling in his heart, staring at the door anxiously, and couldn't help but look at his phone.

   The class is about to start, and Fu Zhiyan hasn't come yet.

   Will he... not come to class anymore?

  Han Xiaoye thinks it is very possible.

   He hid in the company because he didn't want to see her, so it was normal not to come to class.

  Fu Zhi can't speak...

   She felt unstoppable loss and faint depression.

   The class bell finally rang, and the noisy classroom suddenly fell silent. Everyone looked at the door eagerly.

   About the moment the bell stopped, a slender figure appeared at the door.

  We haven't seen him for a week, he's even more handsome. Even with a cold face, he couldn't stop the pink bubbles popping up in the classroom.

  Han Xiaoye couldn't help but glanced around at the girls who were obviously dressed up on purpose, a little tasteful.

   She also has **** and buttocks, and she has slept with this man before. Even if they quarrel, they are still under the same roof. These girls are so blatantly in front of her that spring is coming, she seems to drink a tank of old vinegar. I can't wait to step on the table and yell "This man is mine", but in fact, he can only drown in the corner and look at him quietly.

  Fu Zhiyan opened the notebook on the podium, clicked on the PPT for the class, and raised his head. Glancing at the classroom, when he saw a group of people standing behind, his brows furrowed slightly.

   is just a little bit, and many people don’t notice it.

  Han Xiaoye noticed.

   She is this man's radar detector. Even if his expression changes slightly, she will automatically scan it like an electronic detector.

   Fu Zhiyan was displeased.

  Why are you unhappy when you see the back?

   Because of her?

   Her heart shrank, she took a breath and lifted her chin. Don't want to see her, right? Not happy to see her, right? She wanted to raise her head to let him see clearly!

   "Before the class, I will take a roll call. Those who are called will answer, and those who have not been called, please go out." Extremely indifferent.

   There was a wailing from below.

   "Professor Fu, people really want to listen to your class, so I took a seat half an hour earlier, so let us listen, okay?"

   "Yes, yes, let's be accommodating."

   "Professor Fu..."

  The expensive man on the podium didn't seem to hear the plea below, and his beautiful fingers turned over the roll call and began to roll the call.

  Some unnamed people left voluntarily, and some tried to make a last-ditch effort.

  Han Xiaoye's heart beat like a drum.

   read one name after another, and she involuntarily squeezed the strap of the bag.

  Boom, boom, boom...

   Seeing that everyone in the class had finished ordering, and before it was her turn, she couldn't help biting her mouth...

  The man on the podium put down the list, raised his head, and touched his thin lips, "Han Xiaoye."

  The surroundings are all silent——

   She was about to say it.

   I saw him look away and lowered his eyes, "Find a place to sit down by yourself." After that, he started lecturing.

   so cold...

  Han Xiaoye's heart flew into the air and fell to the ground with a thud, almost shattering.

  Because everyone who didn't have a name went out, a lot of space in the lecture hall was vacated. She found a seat in the corner of the back row and sat down, and took out the book from her bag.

  The quiet needles in the classroom could be heard falling, only the man's hoarse and pleasant voice, everyone around was taking notes seriously, but she couldn't hear a word.

  Fu Zhiyan wore a light-colored sweater for the first time ever, with a slightly wider neckline. When he leaned over to use the mouse, he could vaguely see his collarbone. Although this measure is too embarrassing for other men to call it a measure, but Fu Zhiyan, who is abstinent enough to wear a shirt and has to button the button on the top one, is definitely a large measure in a large measure!

  Han Xiaoye stared at him, almost fascinated.

   Suddenly, the man on the podium stopped and looked towards her. After a two-second pause, the thin lips suitable for kissing moved, "The **** the far left in the penultimate row, what is finance?"

  'Huh——' Everyone in the classroom turned their heads in unison.

  Han Xiaoye stood up dumbfounded, "..."

  What is finance?

   How does she know what finance is?

Fu Zhiyan frowned, pursed his thin lips, and repeated the question just now, "Last class I said that finance is not only a subject of economics for us. Then, combined with what I said just now, what do you think about finance? What is it?"

  Han Xiaoye saw that he brought up the class again as if nothing had happened, and his heart burst into flames. He replied sternly, "I'm sorry Professor Fu, I didn't enter the classroom in the last class, so I don't know."

   Fu Zhiyan's eyes flashed with annoyance, and after a few seconds of silence, he said, "Sit down."