Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

"What's up?"

   "...Nothing." Han Xiaoye moved his mouth and didn't know what to say. She didn't know what was wrong, but she just didn't want to get out of the car.

   At this moment, the servant outside the door noticed them and called out in surprise, "Mr. Fu?"

   A loving woman in a plaid skirt came over, not Aunt Liu. She was very surprised, "Miss Han."

   "I'm going to inform Madam."

   "That Liu..."

  It was too late, Aunt Liu was already rushing in.

  Han Xiaoye is now riding a tiger, and he can't retreat if he wants to. She bit her lip, grabbed the man's big hand and jumped out of the car, gritted her teeth, "Little uncle, let me tell you first, if eldest uncle doesn't like me..."

   She paused, "Aunt Feng doesn't like me either."

   The seven words are very difficult, she gathered her five fingers and continued, "Whether they like me or not, you must like me!"

"Yep."

  Fu Zhiyan wrapped her hand with a big hand, calmly and gracefully.

   "Let's go."

  Han Xiaoye swallowed and walked inside...

  There are also roses entwined on the walls of the Xiaoyang Building. When the wind blows, one or two petals float over, just like a painting. Han Xiaoye was so nervous that she was about to share her hands with her feet, her palms were sweaty. If it wasn't for Fu Zhiyan's hold, she might have clenched her fists long ago. Rao is so, she still can't help holding it, as if this will give her more confidence.

  The decoration of the western-style building is retro and classic, with a heavy feeling of the 1980s.

  The whole dark brown decoration style is atmospheric and solemn, revealing a strong sense of majesty. The ring-shaped two-story building is a bit like the old house in Ruishi, and it is more exquisite and luxurious than the old house in Ruishi.

  The decoration style of Fu's house is low-key.

   The style of    is very similar to that of Fu Zhiyan, but compared to Fu Zhiyan's pure black and white low-key, the Fu family is more flamboyant. But that kind of publicity is definitely not the splendor of the nouveau riche, and I can't wait to stick gold on the wall to show that I have money. The publicity of the Fu family is a kind of publicity in the details, such as the murals hanging on the walls inadvertently, such as an inkstone and a jade pot that are randomly placed on the shelf. These seemingly random things are all priceless antiques.

   "Madam is in the courtyard, let President Fu and Han Xiaoye go over together." Aunt Liu hurried out and led the two of them over.

  Fu Zhiyan was naturally familiar, but Han Xiaoye was very nervous.

   Passed through the living room and soon reached the gate of the courtyard.

   It is more appropriate to say that it is a courtyard, rather than a small garden. The flowerbed is full of all kinds of orchids, and there is an open-air drinking water ring sofa at the connection between the corridor and the courtyard.

  The white sofa is soft and luxurious, and there is an exquisite afternoon tea set on it, as well as a professional tea set.

   Who is Feng Yaqin talking to? That person seems to be very easy-going, making her laugh out loud several times.

   "Mom." Fu Zhiyan took Han Xiaoye and walked over naturally.

  Han Xiaoye didn't dare to sit, she was a little uneasy, and called out in a low voice, "Aunt Feng."

   The two chatting turned back——

   One is Feng Yaqin, and the other is Lin Shuwan who she met in the YG Group President's Office last time!

  Lin Shuwan's hair was tied into a ball head today, young and pure, and she matched it with the most popular aqua blue irregular dress this year, her skin was white and beautiful, and she was very ladylike.

  Han Xiaoye couldn't help but looked down at his jeans and sneakers, and pursed the corners of his mouth.

"Come on? I'll ask Aunt Liu to buy a fish later, and I'll make you squirrel mandarin fish in the evening." Feng Yaqin said gently, as if she hadn't seen Han Xiaoye, "Mu Ye is still at school, there will be another half-hour. It's time to come back in an hour. I asked Xiaoer to pick it up. Anyway, he is home on vacation for the past two days. Come, sit down and have a cup of tea, this girl brought me Wuyi Dahongpao in the evening. I have always wanted to buy this tea , but the production of this kind of tea is too small, and I didn’t have time to start this year. I thought I would not be able to drink it for a year. I don’t know where Wanwan girl heard that I like this kind of tea, so I brought some.”

   "Auntie is very polite. I heard my mother mention that my aunt likes Wuyi Dahongpao, and it happened that a friend of mine has it, so my friend gave her love and sold me half of it."

   "I said to give the money to Wanwan girl, she must not want such an expensive thing." Feng Yaqin groaned.

  Han Xiaoye's back was as stiff as a stone, and he was so embarrassed that he wanted to dig a slit to hide himself. She didn't know how expensive the Wuyi Dahongpao was, but if Feng Yaqin said it was expensive, it must be very expensive.

  There is no existence without comparison, she originally felt that she had done her best to give away the best thing she could afford. But with Lin Shuwan's Wuyi Dahongpao around, she suddenly felt that the word "heart" was too small, too small to be worth mentioning.

Lin Shuwan glanced at the noble man inadvertently, then quickly retracted his gaze, lowered his head, pursed his red lips, and seemed a little uncomfortable, "If my aunt really wants to give me money, it's really out of my mind. This time, the cooperation between Fengqi and YG Group depends on the support of President Fu, and the project can be successfully launched. Compared with the help of President Fu, I feel that this tea is too light, and I am too embarrassed to take it out. Fortunately, my aunt likes it, otherwise I really..."

  Han Xiaoye felt that the bag in his hand weighed 1,000 kilograms, and it was about to weigh her down.

   How could Fu Zhiyan not feel the rascal's low mood, his eagle eyes flashed, and he pulled her down forcefully and sat down. He helped her carry the bag and handed it to Feng Yaqin.

   "This is what Ono bought for you."

  Han Xiaoye didn't expect him to be so direct, so he gave Feng Yaqin the things in front of Lin Shuwan. Her heart was about to stop, for fear that Feng Yaqin would open it.

   Fortunately, Feng Yaqin just took the bag and put the things on his side. With a smile on his face, "You rarely come back, and you are lucky enough to bump into Wuyi Dahongpao, why don't you ask Wanwan girl to make you a cup?"

   Before Fu Zhiyan could speak, Feng Yaqin said with a smile, "Wanwan girl's tea skills are really good, try it."

   "My aunt praised me. Tea art is the art of the heart. Only when I'm in a good mood can I make good tea. My aunt thinks I make good tea. That's because chatting with my aunt makes people feel better involuntarily."

   This flattery is indistinguishable, it will not look vulgar, and it is just right to praise the person who wants to praise.

  Feng Yaqin couldn't help but smile.

  Han Xiaoye felt very uncomfortable, she was not stupid, how could she not see that Feng Yaqin asked Lin Shuwan to make tea for Fu Zhiyan to match the two.

   Matching Lin Shuwan and Fu Zhiyan together means disapproving of her.

   She had expected this result before she came, but she was really in it, and the discomfort was really indescribable. It's as if someone slashed his heart one by one, and if he doesn't cut it to death, it's just a pain in the ass.