Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   "Student Han Xiaoye!" The head of the department scolded angrily, "If you continue to mess around here, please invite your parents immediately! Where's your dad's cell phone number? I'll call your dad."

  Her dad? Han Xiaoye stiffened his back, sullenly, "Dead."

  The head of the department was a little uncomfortable at first, but when she saw her disobedience, she became angry again, "What about your mother?"

"died."

  The former uses death, the latter uses death.

Fu Zhiyan frowned without a trace, and stood in front of her, his eyes froze in displeasure, and he looked at the aggressive department head without anger, "I'm her little uncle, what can I do with you? I say."

"Forehead!"

   Not only the head of the department was dumbfounded, but even the principal was dumbfounded. He thought he was at most a family friend, or a distant relative. In the end, Fu was always Han Xiaoye's little uncle? !

what's the situation?

"I've already blocked the posts on the school's post bar. As for the reprinted photos, I've also asked people to check them. If they find them, they will delete them from the website. I heard that these photos are still posted on the school's notice board?" Fu Zhiyan He took out the photo from the cowhide bag, and his face was still expressionless. For some reason, it made people feel that the temperature in the office had dropped by more than ten degrees. It's sunny outside, but at the moment wearing a thin sweater feels cold, not only the body is cold, but the cracks in the bones seem to freeze.

   "There is such a thing." The principal bit the bullet.

   Fu Zhiyan's eagle eyes were sharp, "The school should have surveillance cameras, right?"

"……right."

"check."

   One word, strong and powerful!

   He buttoned the desk with the tip of his left finger, and continued lightly, "The school surveillance camera will trouble the principal. I will let someone in the company check the IP on the Internet. As for the suspension of school just mentioned..."

  Everyone was in awe.

   His thin lips pursed into a line, holding back the storm in his eyes, pressing all the ruthlessness under his noble face, "It's better not to come to school for the time being."

  …

   in the car.

   The man sitting in the back seat stared at the scenery outside the car window with a cold face, as if someone owed him eight million.

  Han Xiaoye didn't say anything when he saw him like that, turned his head to the other side, and looked at the scenery outside the car window like him. In fact, where can she see the scenery, the man's grim jaw and perfect outline are printed on the black car window, and her heart is sour when she sees it.

  What's the big deal, just ignore it!

   The car quickly stopped downstairs of YG Group.

   Downstairs in the company, Andy was constantly looking at his watch and walking around the elevator entrance. When he saw Fu Zhiyan bringing Han Xiaoye, he immediately greeted him.

   "Mr. Fu, the representative of Bona Company called and said he was coming soon."

   "Got it, have someone prepare the meeting."

"Okay."

  andy led them to the elevator while handing over the documents to be used in the meeting to Fu Zhiyan. The noble man bowed his head and turned over seriously.

  The elevator goes all the way up to the 48th floor.

   stopped with a ding.

  Fu Zhiyan went out first.

   "Hello, President."

   "Good morning, President."

   "Mr. President."

   Everyone you meet along the way stops respectfully, bends over and says hello politely.

  Han Xiaoye consciously prepared to stay in the president's office by himself, and asked Suri to help check the IP and so on. Unexpectedly, just as she was about to turn, the stern man said, "Andy, let Ono do it for the secretary of the meeting in a while."

"what?"

   "Mr. Fu?"

   The two said in unison.

  Han Xiaoye is like eating flies, secretary? Or the conference secretary, kidding? Besides, didn't he ignore her? Why did you suddenly make her a secretary? She raised her head and just said, "I don't..." Before she finished speaking, the man who gave the order had already entered.

  andy had the same headache.

  This meeting is very important, and it is related to the smooth progress of the company's plan that has been stranded in the second half of the year. He can understand his own president's desire to cultivate Miss Han, but it would be too reassuring to directly let Miss Han be a rookie as the secretary of the meeting.

  The matter has come to this point, andy has no choice but to hurry up and talk to Han Xiaoye about the responsibilities of the conference secretary.

  Han Xiaoye was chased by the ducks and put on the shelves. He daringly followed Andy's words, made coffee, etc. and brought it in.

   She has a good brain. Although she was a little nervous when she did it for the first time, she had a good memory. Which one to drink coffee and which one to drink tea, she remembered clearly.

   After a while, a group of people came back into the conference room.

The man headed by    is very young, with clear eyes, and a light gray shirt on him is particularly eye-catching. Among a group of uncles, the style of painting is completely different, and it is difficult for people not to notice.

  Han Xiaoye was still putting coffee. When he saw the person, he moved his hand and spilled some coffee.

   "Ye, Ye Chen?!"

   Her coffee happened to be spilled on Fu Zhiyan's meeting documents, and a smudge of stains immediately infected the paper, soaking all the data on it.

  Han Xiaoye came back to his senses, and quickly wiped the tissue on the conference table, "I didn't mean to, I'll clean it up right away."

   As a result, before her hand touched the document, she was ruthlessly blocked, "No need."

   "Little..." She endured it, and replaced it with, "Mr. Fu, I'm sorry."

  Fu Zhiyan gave a kindness, as if he didn't care about her, or as if he didn't want to pay attention to her, and said indifferently to the person opposite, "Let's start."

  Han Xiaoye was stabbed in the face by his attitude, pursed the corners of his mouth, and quietly retreated to the listening seat. Open the notebook document and start recording the meeting.

   The so-called content of the meeting is to roughly type out what everyone said.

  Han Xiaoye listened with his ears perverted, while wandering around the world, from time to time he used his eyes to aim at the first person sitting on the right side of the conference table.

  Why is Ye Chen here? How can you represent Bona Company again? And why didn't he tell her when he returned home? After all, they have also been good neighbors abroad for three years, so how can they be considered good friends. She even left a note for him when she returned to China by smuggling, but when he returned to China, he didn't even leave a single fart.

  Han Xiaoye felt more angry the more he thought about it.

  What men, all of them are like needles in the seabed!

   She was angry, she couldn't help typing with her fingers, and the keyboard clacked.

  Fu Zhiyan's face was getting colder and colder, Han Xiaoye didn't notice it, and he glanced at it while typing.

   After the meeting was finally over, Han Xiaoye saw that he had typed several Ye Chen's names in the recorded content without realizing it.

   She moved the mouse quickly with a guilty conscience, wanting to destroy the corpse and destroy the trace. Just halfway through the deletion, she suddenly felt a chill on her back. She turned her head sharply, only to find that a man stood behind her for some time, with a stern face, and now she was looking at her computer screen expressionlessly——