Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   "Ah..." The waiter came back to his senses, a little flustered, "Sorry sir, I'll take it right away."

  Han Xiaoye has already swallowed the foie gras. Although the amount of Michelin is very small, the taste is really delicious. She poked her fork into a plate of what looked like a white magnolia flower. He raised his head and asked Fu Zhiyan, "Little uncle, what is this? It looks delicious."

"snails."

  Han Xiaoye had already forked the vegetables, but when he heard the snails, he suddenly felt sick to his stomach, and put the forked vegetables into his bowl like an electric shock.

   "It's better for you to eat."

  Fu Zhiyan elegantly cut the French baked snail and fed it into his mouth. The short-haired little woman across from him was staring at him throughout the whole process. With that tangled face, he didn't feel like he was eating famous French dishes, but shi. Rao was that Fu Zhiyan was strong enough and calm enough to be stared at by her bright eyes with disgust in exclamation, as if the taste of baked snails had changed.

"Is it tasty?"

  Fu Zhiyan clipped one to her, and just as he was about to hand it over, the person opposite immediately took the plate back, "I won't eat it. Imagine that snail crawling around with a snotty nose..."

   snot, crawling around...

  The little hooligan really doesn't want to die all the time. He really wants to seal her little mouth.

  Fu Zhiyan's temple jumped uncontrollably.

Han Xiaoye also realized that she had said something wrong, and wanted to recover, he twitched his lips and grinned, "I'm talking about ordinary snails, I know that the snails my uncle eats are carefully raised. This kind of snail might not secrete. What kind of liquid is that. And it must have been washed very cleanly before doing it, so you can eat it with confidence." Having said that, the dishes she hid behind her were hidden behind them with no sincerity at all.

   Fu Zhiyan's face darkened, and he forcibly placed the baked snail in the bowl beside her.

  Han Xiaoye screamed and wanted to throw the snail out, but because of the man's strong aura, he silently removed the bowl containing the snail.

   Then he said with a smile, "Little Bun said he didn't want to eat snails."

   "He's only two months old." Fu Zhiyan exposed her expressionlessly.

Han Xiaoye was used to being cheeky, his face was not red and his heart was not beating, "He said in my heart, mother and son are connected, I don't like it, and he doesn't like it either. So it's not that I don't want to eat it, but I'm carrying a small bun, for the sake of children. For the sake of buns, I don't eat them."

  “…”

   Han Xiaoye had a good appetite for a meal and ate a lot. Shyly, he pulled Fu Zhiyan's arm and walked out. As she walked away, she hadn't forgotten what Qin Fang had asked her to do before. She raised her head and asked the expensive man beside her, "Little uncle, is it really okay for you not to go to Dr. Qin's place?"

   "Let him solve it by himself." Fu Zhiyan's voice was indifferent.

  Han Xiaoye heard it, and he was a little unhappy. She rolled her eyes, but she didn't ask any more questions. After returning to YG Group, I sat in the president's office with the air conditioner blowing. Han Xiaoye threw himself on the sofa, took off his shoes without any image, curled up on the sofa, and let out a comfortable sigh.

   Fu Zhiyan's stern eyes flashed a hint of helplessness, and poured her a glass of water and put it on the table.

"I'll have a meeting later, and it will be over in forty minutes. During my meeting, you stay here and play, there are books on the shelves, and the third row is specially prepared for you. You can do it when you have nothing to do. Check it out. Don't run around, if you have anything to tell Andy. If Andy isn't around, tell the secretary outside."

   He looked like an old mother, Han Xiaoye felt sweet, grabbed his wrist and took out his phone from his bag. He pulled out the previously saved picture, handed it under his eyelids, and asked bluntly, "Little uncle, what's the matter with this picture? Is the person above Mo Xingxing?"

She pointed to the bag that the woman in the photo was carrying, and continued, "I saw Mo Xingxing carrying the exact same bag at noon. This bag has a unique style. Not everyone can afford it. Besides, Mo Xingxing is about the same height as the woman in the photo, is that her?"

  Fu Zhiyan didn't expect the little hooligan to see this photo, nor did she expect her to ask directly, the noble Danfeng raised her eyes slightly, and her nasal voice was sexy, "Well, it's her."

   "Why did you hug her? Why was the photo taken? What did you guys do together? What happened after hugging?" Han Xiaoye seemed to have a cannonball, his mouth turned up, obviously very sour.

  Mo Xingxing, Mo Xingxing again...

   The person she dislikes the most is Mo Xingxing, because she is Fu Zhiyan's first love. Although, she also felt that there was something in this "first love" that she didn't know. But as long as Mo Xingxing holds the title of a first love girlfriend, she won't like it. In particular, Mo Xingxing is a woman who is very attractive to men. She is beautiful, in good shape, and capable. Such a woman is her husband's first love girlfriend, and she is always thinking about her husband's first love girlfriend. People have to guard against, fear.

   Therefore, when she found out that the person in this picture was Mo Xingxing, she felt like she was struck by lightning. At that time, her whole person was not well, and she almost got into trouble with Fu Zhiyan on the spot. But Mo Xingxing took the initiative to run to provoke her, and she figured it out abruptly.

  If Mo Xingxing really took Fu Zhiyan while she was running to Tibet, he would definitely want to hide his happiness. How could he come running to mention Tibet in a snarky tone? In that posture, at first glance, there is no grape to eat, and I can't wait to jump.

   However, even if nothing happened to them, I heard Fu Zhiyan admit that the person in the photo was Mo Xingxing. She still couldn't help being a little jealous.

  Fu Zhiyan was hugged by other women, and he even took pictures for her to see. I can't stand that feeling.

   Han Xiaoye is sour.

   I feel astringent, jealous and depressed.

   She didn't even hug Marven Ye, he actually hugged Mo Xingxing and was photographed again. It feels unbalanced to think about.

  Pregnant women's temper is prone to fluctuate, originally just a little sour, and now the more I think about it, the more unbalanced it becomes. The more unbalanced, the more angry.

   She bit her lower lip, unhappy.

  Fu Zhiyan was silent for two seconds, stretched out his hand, forcibly separated her biting lip with his thumb, lowered his head, leaned over and kissed her.

   His actions were too abrupt.

  Han Xiaoye didn't expect him to kiss himself at all, and his heartbeat couldn't help but miss a beat. Immediately remembering what they were discussing, she pushed the man grinding her lips away, puffed up her cheeks and glared at her, "Don't think that you can get away with the handsome man's trick. Tell me honestly, what happened to the photo? , why did you hug Mo Xingxing?"

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