Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   "Mr. Fu, I have brought all the documents you asked for. Take a look..."

   "Shh."

  Fu Zhiyan made a silent gesture.

  andy quickly closed his mouth and looked at his boss in surprise. It was the first time he saw his cold boss caring about someone. He secretly glanced at the sleeping person on the bed and quickly withdrew his gaze.

  andy put the document on the table lightly and lowered his voice, "Have you seen everything?"

  Fu Zhiyan took it without looking up, "Go out."

"Yes."

  andy bowed halfway, suddenly remembered something, and fell back.

   "That's right, Mr. Fu. In the afternoon, Miss Ji came to the company to find you. She sat down in the secretary's office for a while and went back. Do you think you need to tell Miss Ji that you are here?"

"Well…"

   The person on the bed seemed to be disturbed and turned over with a whimper.

  andy immediately felt an icy air pressure pressing towards him, he shrank his neck, didn't dare to ask any more, and cautiously went out and closed the door.

  The room was quiet again.

  Fu Zhiyan got up and tucked the quilt of the sleeping person on the bed. His fingertips brushed the girl's sweat-drenched hair, and the outline softened.

   stood silently for a while, then withdrew his hand and sat down on the sofa again. Picking up the documents on the table, I marked them...

   When Han Xiaoye woke up, it was already bright outside. When she opened her eyes, she saw a man sitting quietly on the sofa reading documents.

   Baizhi lantern draped over that handsome figure, as if shrouding the man with a layer of light.

  Han Xiaoye was stunned.

   She has always known that this man is good-looking, but for the first time, she is so aware of this - this man is enough to make any woman crazy for him!

   Even if he is not the respected Master Fu of Ruicheng, this face alone is enough to make people go crazy for him.

  Fu Zhiyan seemed to sense her gaze and raised his head, "Wake up? Wait a minute, I'll help you warm up the porridge."

  Han Xiaoye hurriedly withdrew his gaze, for fear that Fu Zhiyan would find out that she was staring at him just now.

  Fu Zhiyan quickly heated up the porridge and brought it to her. Sitting on the edge of the bed, stirring and blowing to cool for a while.

   "Open your mouth."

   A spoonful of porridge was fed to her mouth.

  Fu Zhiyan wants to feed her? !

  Han Xiaoye couldn't recover from being bombed. She hurriedly reached for her rice bowl and gave a dog-legged smile, "Well, I'll just eat it myself."

   The man's hand swung back, avoiding hers. His beautiful phoenix eyes glowed with tired black blue, and his thin and **** lips parted lightly, "Good boy, open your mouth."

   Such a faceless coaxing only has a scary effect, right?

  Han Xiaoye complained in his heart, but opened his mouth honestly.

   Looking at Fu Zhiyan's appearance, he didn't seem to have slept all night, she really didn't want to argue with him over this trivial matter.

   Men are not good at feeding, but they are better at feeding slowly. It took about half an hour to feed a bowl of porridge before the bottom was seen. He put down the spoon and touched the top of the girl's head like a puppy, "Do you still want to eat?"

   "No... no." Han Xiaoye held back and stammered, "That, Fu Zhiyan. Can you call a nurse for me?"

  Fu Zhiyan withdrew his hand and his voice sank, "Are you uncomfortable?"

  Han Xiaoye was embarrassed and quickly denied, "No. My...that..."

   "Which one?"

   She was heartbroken and gritted her teeth, "I want to go to the toilet, please call a nurse for me."

   The glass of water she drank before going to bed was too solid, and she kept infusions without stopping, adding the bowl of porridge fed by Fu Zhiyan. She is full of water now and wants to go to the toilet.

   Suddenly, her quilt was lifted, and the next second, she was beaten and hugged.

   "Fu Zhiyan, what are you doing, let me down!"

  The man's jaw line is arrogant and cold, "Take you to the toilet."

   "...You want to take me to the toilet! Isn't that the toilet I understand?!" Han Xiaoye was messy in the wind.

  Fu Zhiyan glanced at her lightly, and asked in a very natural way, "Could it be that you can get out of bed and walk by yourself? Or do you think the nurse can hold you?"

   "..." Han Xiaoye choked and retorted unconvincingly, "I only have 98 pounds, okay? Why do you say I seem to be heavy!"

  Fu Zhiyan was too lazy to argue with her, took off the bottle of the infusion stand, and walked outside the bathroom with the person in his arms. After putting the person on the toilet, he straightened up and turned around with the glucose in his hand, "Hurry up, it's cold outside, it's easy to catch a cold."

  “…”

  Han Xiaoye wanted to cry without tears.

  He is standing here, how can she get on?

  The morning of early autumn is indeed very cold. Even if the air conditioner is turned on, the wind blowing in from outside is desperately drilling into the bones of people. She just got up from the bed, alternating hot and cold, and she couldn't help shivering. The urge to urinate became more pronounced.

  Han Xiaoye glanced at the man with his eyes turned away, and made several psychological constructions, but he just didn't have the courage to take off his pants.

   "Fu Zhiyan, can you stand out?"

   The man who carried her took a few steps forward.

  Han Xiaoye couldn't help, "Go out a little more."

   The person standing at the door didn't move, turned to look at her, her noble phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and her thin lips carried a hint of arrogance, "Don't worry, I won't peek."

  Han Xiaoye really wanted to cry for him.

   The point is not here at all, okay!

   Her earlobes slowly swelled with heat, and she roared unbearably, "How did you let me get out here?"

  Fu Zhiyan seemed to suddenly realize, "What? Care?"

   "Bullshit! You don't care if someone is standing next to you when you go to the toilet!" In order to hide her embarrassment, she said it fiercely.

   Fu Zhiyan had a faint smile in his eyes, and his thin lips were raised unprecedentedly, "If that person is you, I don't care."

  Plop!

  Nima, why did you dance again? ! Is it really a heart attack?

  Han Xiaoye didn't start, pouted his lips, and muttered softly, "I'm not that perverted, I went to see you go to the toilet."

  Fu Zhiyan saw her shivering unconsciously, and the smile in his eyes instantly converged. He took off his jacket, walked over and put it on the slightly sick person in three or two steps, "Okay, don't fool around. Hurry up. If you make trouble again, you can only help yourself."

  “!”

  Help her... Could it be helping her take off her pants? !

   Even if he was reluctant and succumbed to the lewd power, Han Xiaoye slowly took off his pants. Sitting on the toilet with lightning speed, he grinned and threatened, "Fu Zhiyan, don't listen."

  The sound of water rushing…

  Han Xiaoye has never been to such a humiliating toilet.

   She can't wait to end it soon, but time is like a tortoise crawling, and it's terribly long.