Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

  I haven’t done it for three years, so it’s impossible to say I’m not nervous.

  Han Xiaoye's heart thumped and he took out the hidden rectangular gift box from the innermost cabinet.

   Inside is a birthday gift that Mo Qi bought for her. Of course, it is called a birthday gift for her. In fact, when Mo Qi watched the film, he saw a set of exquisite **** underwear, and he wanted to buy it back to watch it.

  Han Xiaoye has been looking for an opportunity to throw it away, but he couldn't find the right time, and he didn't expect it to come in handy today. She ruthlessly opened the box, took out a few poor semi-transparent fabrics inside, and made gestures on her body, very suspicious that the thin rope would break before she could go out.

   But the flying heart overcame the shame, and she carried the box into the bathroom.

   Soon after she took a shower and brushed her teeth, she also applied rose essential oil that had never been used on the cabinet, and then took out her underwear from the box and changed it.

  Mo Qi bought the black one.

   Black see-through lace is worn on the body, and the fabric is poor. It would be fine to wear it on her flat chest before, but although she is not an Everest now, she is still a Himalayan. The poor fabric can't hold it at all, and it feels like most of her chest is exposed. Don't look at Han Xiaoye's bold mouth, the underwear he usually buys are conservative cotton styles. The most outrageous one was to buy a push-up bra. When did you wear such... bold and presumptuous clothes? And this dress, she also saw it in the movie. Just thinking about the content and pictures of the film, Han Xiaoye's toes couldn't help tensing. She touched the straps with her fingers several times, trying to undo it and change it to the usual style, but thinking of the words Jet'aime, her chest became hot again and she gave up the struggle.

   After hesitating for a few minutes, she was overwhelmed, wrapped in a bathrobe, and left her room.

As soon as    went out, the night wind in the corridor blew over the place where there were few pieces of fabric, and goosebumps appeared.

  Han Xiaoye was so ashamed, especially when she was walking, she realized that the design of the **** would rub in there, just like that...

   Ke Ren has gone outside, she can't go back, can she?

   She gritted her teeth and pushed open the door—

   In the room, Fu Zhiyan was looking at something. With something in mind, Han Xiaoye clamped his legs, moved over, and found a topic with a guilty conscience, "Little uncle, what are you looking at?"

  The quiet and noble man raised the thing in his hand, and the dark Danfeng narrowed his eyes, "Study the quality and size of plastics in our country."

   He was clearly imitating what she just said, and it was obviously nasty and terrible, but it came out of his mouth, which made people feel elegant.

  Han Xiaoye had nothing to say, "Has the research been done?"

   "Didn't you say that practice is the primary productive force?" Fu Zhiyan had just finished taking a bath, revealing a plump and clean forehead, looking at her with beautiful eyes, "Come here."

  Han Xiaoye was still thinking about what he was wearing under the bathrobe, he hesitated and moved over. As soon as he passed, he was turned over by the man and pressed down. Before he touched her, the people under him shouted, "Little uncle, turn off the lights."

   Who is the little hooligan? A typical person who does not cry without seeing the coffin. Showing weakness before it even starts is definitely not her style!

  Fu Zhiyan's phoenix eyes darkened, he clamped her wrist, pressed it on top of her head, and looked at her condescendingly for a second.

  Han Xiaoye's heart thumped and missed a beat when he saw it, and he regretted wearing the clothes that Mo Qi bought at that time. He swallowed nervously, "That...the bedside lamp is a bit dazzling, little uncle, let's turn off the lights to fight."

  Turn off the lights to fight!

  Fu Zhiyan pursed her thin lips tightly, and suddenly pulled off the strap of her bathrobe, the V-neck bathrobe spread out at once, revealing the wonderful scenery inside.

   The person who was still obedient and didn't move immediately looked like a fish that had been splashed with oil, and struggled violently, "I, I...I...don't look at it."

  Han Xiaoye really felt ashamed, she had poor combat experience.

   One of the friends around is Suri who is introverted and experienced and will not communicate with her, and the other is Mo Qi, who has a perfect score in theory and zero in actual combat, and communication is useless. In addition, there are no female elders, and no one told her that it would be too loose-swinging to wear this kind of clothes.

   Although she wanted Fu Zhiyan to look good-looking, she was even more afraid that he would think she was that kind of woman.

  Han Xiaoye regretted it a little, and his movements became bigger.

   Hearing a tearing sound, the thin **** the back of the bra suddenly snapped. She watched helplessly as the two strands of black fabric floated and floated under the bed... Han Xiaoye froze, completely dumbfounded!

Originally thought this was bad enough, but what was even worse was that she clutched her chest before turning her head with a stiff neck, and saw that the lace edge of her trousers was also hooked on the zipper of the silk quilt next to her. When she moved, the triangle There was a gap in the pants.

   That feeling, just like that!

  Han Xiaoye arched his waist and tried to put himself against the silk quilt, but this posture was more shameful than that.

   She doesn't go in and she doesn't retreat. The little face was almost petrified, and I was so embarrassed that I wished I could bury myself! She didn't dare to look into Fu Zhiyan's eyes at all, she glanced left and right, and didn't know how to explain the situation in front of her, so she could only smirk awkwardly, and asked tentatively, "That... You fainted and told you that tonight was all hallucinations, will you strangle me?"

   She swears that the next time she sees Mo Qi, she will beat her parents even if they don't know each other!

   Ya, what a foolish gift this is!

   This quality is not as good as the primitive man tying two leaves!

   "What do you think?" Fu Zhiyan's voice was hoarse, his thin lips were barely visible, and he naturally helped her to remove the lace edge hanging from the zipper.

   "I think you will train me, ignore me, fight me, beat me." The point is, she can't beat him.

  Han Xiaoye lowered his mouth, it was already like this anyway, he stopped covering his chest, he straightened up his chest and smashed the jar, "Uncle, did you see it?"

"Yep?"

   She raised her **** even higher, her eyes sparkling, "A tall building rises from the ground."

  “…”

   The blushing little man who was shy just now looks like a hooligan again, which is very natural.

   In fact, Han Xiaoye is still shy. In her three views, it is shameful to wear that kind of bold clothes, but it is not shameful at all to meet frankly with the person she likes.

He didn't speak, she thought that she disliked her tall buildings not tall enough, and suddenly became unhappy, and raised her small **** high, "Although it is not as big as a salt water bag, at least it feels better than a salt water bag that bursts when you squeeze it? "

  Fu Zhiyan's eyes were dark and crimson, "Are you inviting me?"