Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   Many people in Rui City recognized her and whispered.

  Han Xiaoye of course knew what they were whispering. Even if they were far apart and couldn't hear clearly, just by looking at their eyes and lips, she knew that these people were saying that Han Junqing and Han Baoer's mother was the one who killed her. It is estimated that seeing her coming, she is still guessing whether she is here to smash the scene.

   She couldn't help but tense her back, blocking out the whispers. Even so, the spotlight and those scrutinizing eyes are still uncomfortable.

  Not far from the hotel entrance, Han Chengming, Han Junqing, and the Ji family were welcoming every guest with a smile on their faces.

  Han Chengming saw the bright girl from a distance, the elegant smile condensed, the gloom flashed in his eyes, and the next second he pushed his glasses, returning to his smiling face and greeting the congratulatory people.

   Han Chengming saw Han Xiaoye, and of course Han Junqing saw it too. The smile on his green face was a little more sincere, and his mouth moved, as if he wanted to call Xiaomei. But because Han Chengming was still by his side, he held back bitterly.

  Feng Yaqin walked over with Han Xiaoye on his arm, completely ignoring the gazes of the people around her. She walked in front of Han Chengming with grace and aura full of aura, and said, "Mr. Han, congratulations."

   Everyone knows that the Ji family and the Fu family have a good relationship, but she is someone who completely ignores the Ji family at this moment.

   is simply a naked face slap!

   Mrs. Ji's face was a little ugly, but she still managed to maintain a fake smile on her face.

Without waiting for Han Chengming's courtesy, Feng Yaqin glanced at Han Xiaoye, who was beside him, and raised an eyebrow, "Xiaoye received an invitation from President Han as soon as he returned to China. I happened to see it, come uninvited, President Han will not mind, right? ?" She saw the wedding invitation from Fu Xiao, she was just looking at it casually, but she didn't expect to see Han Xiaoye's. She knew who sent it, so she brought someone here today.

  Han Xiaoye was covered in a circle, completely unaware of the invitation.

Han Chengming seemed to be stunned as well, subconsciously looked at Han Junqing next to him, and frowned slightly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, but a smile appeared on his face, "How come, Madam Fu is coming here, and she will only be puffed up. Shenghui, how could you mind?"

   He paused, "Jun Qing, say hello to Mrs. Fu."

  Han Junqing could not get what he wanted, so he led Ji Shuya and Han Xiaoye away.

   As soon as he left, the smile on Han Chengming's face turned cold, and he turned to look at Mrs. Ji. Although she was still very elegant, her tone was extremely indifferent, "I have something to leave for a while, I will trouble the old lady here."

   As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and left, regardless of whether the Ji family agreed or not.

  Second floor.

   In the bridal dressing room, several makeup artists were standing there at a loss, while the woman sitting in front of the mirror was throwing a tantrum with a cold face.

"How many times have I said that? I'm allergic to other brands except Valmont's cosmetics. What are you using for me? The street brand? I know you guys like to use brand-name boxes for roadside stalls. Come to deceive those little stars who don't know how to do it. But don't think that everyone is a little star who has never used genuine products. Don't change it!"

   "Ms. Ji, Valmont's foundation just ran out, and I really can't buy it temporarily. We used Armani's instead, and we definitely didn't use roadside stalls to fool you as you said." The makeup artist explained displeased.

   Ji Shuya still refused to cooperate with the makeup, and blocked her brush. Just as she was about to get angry, she saw Han Chengming come in with a sullen face, suppressed his anger and said, "You go out first and wait at the door for a while."

   "Okay, Mr. Han." The makeup artist didn't want to wait for a long time, so he went out with his makeup case. As soon as she went out, the assistants followed and closed the door.

   After the footsteps were a little farther away.

   Ji Shuya picked up the diamond necklace on the dresser and looked at it, as if she disliked that the diamond was not big enough, and threw it in the box after looking at it. Admiring the decoration on the nails, casually, "What are you doing?"

   "Is that the invitation you sent to Ono?" Han Chengming walked up to her and stared into her eyes questioningly.

   Ji Shuya's eyes lit up and straightened her waist, "Why, she's here?"

   Facing her, Han Chengming threw a slap in the face, probably because he was worried about the wedding ceremony later, the slap was not too heavy. Even so, the whole room was full of echoes.

  Han Chengming's face was cold and his eyes narrowed fiercely, "Put away your little thoughts, my patience with you is limited."

   Ji Shuya covered her face, did not cry, but smiled, looked at him provocatively, and raised her mouth, "Mr. Han, you can't bear me."

  Han Chengming's face became colder.

Ji Shuya continued, "Why, are you angry? Mr. Han should be less angry. No matter how well you take care of yourself when you're older, your body won't be as good as young people. Too much anger will easily raise your blood pressure, right? The body is not good."

She stood up, the wedding dress outlined her **** and good figure, she put her face in front of the elegant man, without any fear, "Don't look at me like this, Mr. Han, if you look at me like this, I will feel scared. People like me have already It doesn't matter if you fall into hell, but if you are too scared and accidentally drag President Han down, it won't be worth it."

   Others are afraid of Han Chengming, but she is not.

   She holds Han Chengming's absolute handle in her hand. As long as he doesn't want to lose his reputation and live in prison, he shouldn't even try to touch her!

  Han Chengming's cheek muscles twitched patiently, but Ji Shuya didn't care, she drew a few circles with her fingers on his chest, and said charmingly, "By the way, President Han, I'm pregnant."

   "I don't know who the child is. It's been more than a month now, and I plan to give birth. I'll let you know in advance, lest you be caught off guard by reporters."

  Han Chengming's eyes were completely gloomy. The moment Ji Shuya retracted his fingers, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Ji Shuya's neck.

"Well!"

  Oxygen suddenly disappeared, breathing was restrained, Ji Shuya blushed, struggling to pull his hand. But a man's strength is naturally stronger than a woman's, and in this kind of anger, she struggled hard, but she couldn't shake it in the slightest.

   Seeing her face turn from red to blue, Ji Shuya's eyes began to fill with bloodshot.

  Han Chengming finally let go of her hand and threw her on the ground like throwing garbage. Condescendingly, "I advise you not to make me angry, Mrs. Han."

   Mrs. Han was extremely mocking.

He tidied up the collar of his shirt, glanced at the embarrassed woman on the ground with disgust, and said calmly, "Don't think I don't know why you sent an invitation to Ono. It's okay to tell you, she is here, But you can't imagine who is with her."

"Who?"

   "Mrs. Fu."