Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   Just when she didn't know what to do, the lights on the side of the road flashed, and the Bentley drove back after a few minutes of driving.

   The car window rolled down, and the expressionless man sitting inside was not Fu Zhiyan?

  Han Xiaoye's heart had fallen to the bottom, but now he feels better again.

   The driver stuck out his head and said respectfully to her, "Miss Han, please get in the car."

   The president was so angry that he left the president's wife at the intersection and let him drive. He thought the two of them would definitely quarrel tonight.

   As a result, his car drove into the yard, and the president even asked him to go back and pick up people.

  When has the driver ever seen the unequivocal president behave like this? My heart is still shaking a little. Looking at Han Xiaoye's eyes, there is a little more caution than usual. After all, being the wife of the president is nothing special. Rich men change their wives just like changing clothes. One today and another tomorrow. But in the president's heart, that weight is much heavier than the name of the president's wife.

  The driver glanced at his own president who was ignoring others, and said again, "Miss Han, it's cold at night, get on the bus quickly."

  Han Xiaoye glanced at the man's ruthless profile, he didn't even glance at him out of the corner of the eye, and his heart was blocked. Originally, I wanted to be hypocritical, but when I recalled Fu Zhiyan's character, I resisted the urge to be hypocritical. Fu Zhiyan's stinky temper, willing to bring it back is unprecedented enough. If she doesn't get in the car again, she may not be waiting for him to coax people, but the **** of the car that has gone away.

   Even so, he couldn't hold back his mouth, "Didn't you all leave? Why did you come back?"

   is talking about you, in fact, everyone can hear who she is talking about.

The man in the back seat didn't move at all, and had no intention of answering at all. The driver helped him with his eyesight, "It's all my fault that I didn't notice that Miss Han hasn't gotten on the bus yet. I'm sorry. Get on the bus quickly, Miss Han, the seasons change in these two days. It's easy. If you are sick, it is not good to catch a cold."

  The driver gave the steps, Han Xiaoye went down the steps, "Forget it."

   She opened the car door and sat on it.

   It is only 600 meters away, and it takes less than two minutes to drive there. Fu Zhiyan didn't speak, and of course Han Xiaoye couldn't speak either.

  The suffocating silence in the car.

  The driver always felt that the air was suffocating. Finally, he parked the car and opened the door for the two of them.

  Han Xiaoye got out of the car first, and took the lead into the villa without waiting for the people behind.

   The driver had never seen anyone who gave Fu Zhiyan a face, he was stunned for a while, and he immediately lowered his head when he felt the president's gaze swept over.

   "Mr. Fu, I drove the car into the garage first."

"Yep."

   When he got in the car, the man who seemed to have a headache rubbed his temples again and said, "Come pick me up at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

   "Okay, okay."

  The driver got in the car and dumped the Bentley into the garage.

  Fu Zhiyan pushed open the door of the villa.

  I thought the hooligan had returned to the room, but just after changing the slippers, I saw the little woman in the apron walk out of the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, took out the tomatoes and eggs, and put them in the basket for washing vegetables. He closed the refrigerator with a snap, ignoring his presence, and went straight back to the kitchen.

  Fu Zhiyan had never been so ignored by her before, a feeling of discomfort flashed in his heart. The eyebrows couldn't help frowning, and the temple that was throbbing seemed to be hurting even more. He stepped on his slippers and entered the door, opened the refrigerator door, poured a glass of lemonade from it, and went upstairs with the glass.

  Han Xiaoye kept watching him secretly, watching him go upstairs after pouring a glass of water. The bottom of my heart was blocked, and I suddenly lost the mood to make noodles. She looked down at the tomatoes and eggs she had taken out from the refrigerator in the living room, and then looked at the tomatoes in the fresh-keeping room in the kitchen, and suddenly felt like an idiot.

   She also expected him to take the initiative to speak to her, and sure enough...

   It is easier to count on this man to take the initiative than to count on pigs to climb the tree!

  Han Xiaoye inhaled and exhaled calmly for a while, and decided to put aside the little sourness in his heart and fill his stomach first.

   She washed the tomatoes, beat another egg, and started making the tomato egg noodles she had made for Kitten Fu before.

  The villa is very big. On the second floor, the noise downstairs is basically isolated from the outside. Fu Zhiyan put the water glass on the desk. He flipped through the unprocessed documents on it and rubbed his stomach. He took out the medicine bottle from the drawer, poured out a stomach medicine, and drank it with lemonade.

  The cold water irritated the protesting stomach even more, and he frowned and sat at the desk to rest for a while. When his stomach was a little more comfortable, he took out his mobile phone and called Andy.

   It is now eleven o'clock in the evening.

  The phone beeped ten times before picking up. Andy's voice was still slightly panting, "Sorry, Mr. Fu, I had something to do just now, so it's late."

   Beside the bed, the woman with only her **** off was flushed, her slender legs wrapped around his waist, and she hummed.

  andy is half ice water, half flame, and is about to be tossed crazy. It wasn't easy for Fu Zhiyan to hear, so he hurriedly covered the handset of his mobile phone with his hand, "President Fu?"

   No matter how fast he covered it, Fu Zhiyan still heard it. He knocked on the desk with his fingers, and made a long story short, "Andy, after you're done, ask the people below to check if Han Chengming and Ji Shuya were connected three years ago."

  andy felt that the BOSS sentence to finish things calmly was probably what he understood. Embarrassed on his face, he stretched out his hand to hold the uncomfortable entangled person. Trying to run his brain, "Han Chengming?" If he remembered correctly, this name seems to be Miss Han's father. Check what he does?

   "By the way, try to find a way to see if you can check Han's accounts three years ago. If you can't, start with the people around him. Check if anyone around him had contact with Ji Shuya three years ago."

   "Mr. Fu, do you suspect... Is he related to the kidnapping of Miss Han three years ago?"

  Fu Zhiyan took out the tape recorder in his pocket, his eyes were extremely cold, his thin lips were sharp, "It's not suspicion, it's affirmation."

   He had heard part of what Yan Xu gave him, and it could not be fake.

   "Check, I want the exact evidence in writing, do you understand?"

"Understood."

  Fu Zhiyan hung up the phone.

   He rubbed the pads of his fingers over the recorder, his brows furrowed even tighter, he was silent for a moment, and then called the head of the tax bureau.

"Is Wang Bureau? I'm Fu Zhiyan. I have something to trouble you, do you have time at noon tomorrow? Well, the old place of the dynasty, yes, okay, see you at noon tomorrow." The company's accounts are most directly from the tax bureau. It's just this favor, I'm afraid I'll have to trouble Fu Xiao to pay it back.

   hung up the phone and rubbed his temples.

   Just then, the door clattered.

"Come in."

   A little woman in an apron came in with a bowl of hot noodles.