Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

  Han Xiaoye was silent.

  The two policemen had no choice but to leave the interrogation room and closed the door.

   In the ten-square-meter room, there was only a girl with a white face. She sat motionless in the chair, like a sculpture. Han Xiaoye didn't know how long it took before the door of the interrogation room was opened again.

   She raised her head, and when she saw the man who came in, her pupils could not help shrinking into needle-pointed wheat—Fu Zhiyan!

   "Han Xiaoye, why are you so disobedient?" Fu Zhiyan pursed his thin lips, and the tall figure approached her.

  "..." Neurotic, this man?

   He threw her to the police station and blamed her for being disobedient. Could it be that he also expected her to explain how he drugged him last night, how he tied him up and took those gorgeous photos?

   She's not that stupid, although she doesn't know how he found her. But she believed in Rarity's technology, and the hotel's surveillance must have been paralyzed by Rarity. As long as he doesn't have surveillance video, there is no evidence that she broke into his room. She had already made up her mind, no matter how the group of people pressed her, she just wouldn't say it! As long as she doesn't say anything, the police can't do anything about her!

  Fu Zhiyan took two steps closer to her, and suddenly reached out and squeezed her chin. The handsome and suffocating face fell down, and she could even feel the man's hot breath.

   That is a scorching heat that is completely different from body temperature!

  What does Fu Zhiyan want to do? !

  Han Xiaoye instinctively sensed the danger, and his body began to shrink back, "Let go!"

   "Say, why did you do that last night?" His fingers rubbed against the girl's injured lower lip, feeling the trembling of his subordinates. A trace of pity flashed in his deep eyes.

  Han Xiaoye…Han Xiaoye…Han Xiaoye…she is Han Xiaoye…

Han Xiaoye's face was flushed by his ambiguous behavior. She was a little flustered and said nonsense, "I like body art. I heard that Mr. Fu is very beautiful, and he has the heart to observe art. The country does not mean to support art work. Is it the work of the author? Mr. Fu can’t be considered a devotion to art?”

  Dedicated to Art…

  Fu Zhiyan's face darkened.

   This little **** full of lies!

  Han Xiaoye turned around for a while, and was held in his arms by the man.

   She struggled violently, "Let go of me!"

  Fu Zhiyan was a skilled man, grabbed her left ankle, and violently pulled the person onto her leg. He lifted the skirt of the wild cat-like untrained girl, revealing the little cartoon **** inside, and slapped him down.

   "Clap-" a crisp sound.

  "!" Han Xiaoye was directly beaten.

   "Full of lies!"

   "Pa—" Fu Zhiyan waved his hand and slapped the girl's little buttocks with a slap, and scolded coldly, "Bold!"

   This man is really hitting! Han Xiaoye's whole buttocks were burning with pain, and her stubbornness came up, she just clenched her teeth and said nothing.

   "Say! What did you do with the seal?"

  Han Xiaoye also became stubborn and shouted, "It can't be done on your ****!"

   "Pa—" Fu Zhiyan's face turned black to the extreme.

  Fu Zhiyan sincerely gave her some hardship, and slapped her five times.

   "Fu Zhiyan, you bastard!" The girl's dark eyes were filled with tears, but she stubbornly refused to cry.

  The burning anger in Fu Zhiyan's heart suddenly softened for some reason. He frowned, his hand raised in the air slowly clenched into a fist, and he couldn't fight anymore.

   He was silent for a while, then got up with the little man in his arms, opened the drawer in front of the swivel chair, and took out a tube of stasis-removing ointment. The ointment was transparent, he squeezed some, and lifted the skirt of the person in his arms again.

  Han Xiaoye had tears in his eyes, thinking that he was going to beat someone again, and his body was tensed up. At this moment, there was a cool breeze on the buttocks, and the man's hand rubbed clumsily and softly on it. Her face turned red for no reason... Is Fu Zhiyan giving her medicine? !

   She realized that she was only wearing shorts. Most of her buttocks are exposed in front of men... Although there are countless photos of girls in three-point bikinis today, they obviously don't include her.

   When she was beaten, she could endure it without saying a word, but now she doesn't know why, but she can't help it. She twisted her waist and whispered, "Mr. Fu, I... I'll do it myself."

  Fu Zhiyan's big hand clasped her waist, which was barely a grip, and said solemnly, "Don't move."

  Han Xiaoye didn't dare to move for a while, the burning place on his **** became more comfortable, and the man's breath became stronger. Suddenly, a burst of heat flowed out from her lower abdomen—

No way? ! Wouldn't she be so reserved that she would react when a man touched it?

   "I—put me down!"

  Han Xiaoye was in a mess, a strong sense of shame hit her, her face flushed red, the corners of her eyes fluttered, and she struggled violently.

   The handsome and domineering man still maintained the posture of clasping her waist, and his beautifully curved jaw was tight. At this moment, his hand was full of aunt blood!

   He scooped up the blood of the woman's aunt!

  Fu Zhiyan was stunned for a while, causing the woman's screaming Jun's face to flash cutely. Then he let go like lightning.

   The man in his arms bounced like a bunny, covered his butt, and screamed when he saw the blood on his fingertips. With a blushing face, in order to hide the embarrassment, he said viciously: "Rogue!"

  Han Xiaoye can't wait to dig a seam and bury herself at this moment, it's too embarrassing, it's too embarrassing... She has been so embarrassed... The face in this life, no, the face in the next life will be lost...

   "Cough—" Fu Zhiyan was embarrassed, "I'll ask someone to buy paper."

   "Don't! Don't tell anyone."

   Being beaten out by Fu Zhiyan, her aunt's blood was smeared. For such a humiliating thing, if others were worth it, she would not live.

  Han Xiaoye covered his ears, and his whole body was about to burn. Extremely ashamed, she stammered, "I, I'll buy it myself."

"etc."

   Han Xiaoye, who was about to reach the door of the interrogation room, froze. Fu Zhiyan wouldn't come back to his senses, and found that she wanted to take the opportunity to escape, right? No, God bless.

  Fu Zhiyan walked in front of her and gave her a deep look, Han Xiaoye was horrified. Finally, he raised his hand, and Han Xiaoye trembled subconsciously. As he saw it, he slowly unbuttoned his suit. She had never seen a man who could do something as uninteresting as unbuttoning it so beautifully, elegantly like a painting, and unconsciously tempted people's eyes. Even confuse people's hearts...

  Fu Zhiyan carefully tied the coat around her waist, then raised his head, the midnight-like eagle focused, "Okay, let's go buy it."

   plop plop…

  Damn, no jumping!

  Han Xiaoye bit his teeth, opened the door and ran away without looking back. She didn't see that the man in the white shirt behind the door raised his head, pressed his thin lips, and let out a sullen smile.