Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   "What do you want to buy?" Fu Zhiyan asked casually, putting green vegetables with chopsticks in her bowl.

  Han Xiaoye pondered for a moment, and suddenly raised his head to please, blinking his eyes, "It depends on how much salary the president pays me."

"How much do you want?"

   "I should have performed very well these days. In addition to the salary, should I also change it to a bonus?" Compared with a finger, she said, "Is this enough?"

   In addition, she has been working for five days today, and she is not very demanding. After all, she is a temporary worker without a degree. However, with such a high-intensity work and flying everywhere, how come 200 a day is not too much? Now the bricks on the construction site have a salary of 200 a day, and she can count the elite jobs in high-end office buildings. 200 is already a friendship price.

   But she was a little worried that Fu Zhiyan would not give it to her. After all, when he was in high school, he only gave her 20 yuan of pocket money and a bottle of Yakult a day when he was stingy.

  Han Xiaoye's ambition is stuffed.

   She is also a wealthy and wealthy wife. People who don't know think she has lived a good life. In fact, she even stuck her wedding ring upside down. Except for the clothes she usually wears and the bags she carries are famous brands, she can't feel the life of the wealthy wives on TV. It was said that marrying into a wealthy family has grown into a prosperous family since then? She still has to work hard for her uncle and husband to make money, and asking for a salary of 200 yuan a day is too painful to ask.

   "You wouldn't be willing to give it a thousand dollars, would you? Even if the labor is yours, you don't bring such free use!" Seeing his silence, Han Xiaoye couldn't help but put down his spoon and complained dissatisfiedly.

  Fu Zhiyan raised his phoenix eyes, neither salty nor bland, "What can a thousand dollars buy?"

"It's better than nothing, at least it's my labor income. I bought gifts for Aunt Feng and the others, and they must feel it." Han Xiaoye retorted unhappily, "Also, who said I only used 1,000 yuan for it? Everyone bought gifts? I won't be as stingy as someone and only give Yakult."

"Yep?"

"You forgot, I still have 26% of Han's shares. Lawyer Wei Ran puts the money in my bank card every month. I donated all the previous money to the orphanage and the World Children's Charity. Organization, this year I only donated half of it, and I kept the rest for my kitten to save my wife’s book. It’s still okay to move a little bit out of it to buy gifts.”

   Of course, she is not stupid enough to play with the moral stalk of "littleness and affection". Someone like Feng Yaqin, who is used to LV and Hermes, suddenly buys her a dress on Taobao, and she definitely won't like it. Even if she reluctantly wears it for the sake of earning money for her hard work, it is impossible to like that dress very much in her heart. What's the point of giving gifts like that, it's just for fun and forcing others to cooperate.

   She has a clear door, so she never planned to buy anything cheap for Feng Yaqin and the others. She planned to buy famous brands from the beginning.

   It's just that she wants to use the 1,000 yuan she earned from her work.

   This is the best of both worlds.

  Fu Zhiyan gave her a deep look, and suddenly took out a black card from his wallet and handed it to her, "The password is your birthday."

"Forehead?"

  The noble and arrogant man narrowed his eyes and said lightly, "Fu Muye's wife doesn't need you to worry about it, these are what men should do."

   "I'm not afraid that you didn't think of it?" Don't give up if you have a card, Han Xiaoye took it without restraint, and looked around.

  chichi, completely different from her bank card, not only in color, but also in quality. The thin black gold card is really like crossing black gold. It is shiny and reflects light under the light. It is full of force at a glance. I don't know how much money I have to keep in it to get a card like this.

  Fu Zhiyan seemed to see through her careful thinking, and said in a hurry, "The daily limit is 20,000 yuan. If you exceed 20,000 yuan, you must send me a text message to explain where the money is going."

   "I will greet the bank and set the limit."

   The little hooligan is still young and has not been in and out of the society very much. Although he knows a lot because of growing up, there are too many complicated bad people in the society, and the little hooligan may not always be on guard. Second, she herself seems to be a bit of a nuisance to villains. She has too much money on her body and is easy to be deceived.

"Two...20,000?" Han Xiaoye doubted his ears, laying his hands on the dining table, his whole body was about to fall on the table, "You mean 20,000 RMB? Not Korean Won? Not Thai Baht and Japanese Yen? "

  Fu Zhiyan's temple jumped violently, Ying Falcon's eyes narrowed, "I usually treat you badly?"

   What is not Korean Won, Japanese Yen, Thai Baht? What does he look like in her heart?

  Fu Zhiyan was upset, especially when he saw the little hooligan who wanted to nod his head, and considering that he was nodding in a bad mood, he was even more upset, put down the spoon, and lost his appetite. He pulled out the chair expressionlessly and stood up, "I'm going to work, you can eat by yourself."

   "Hey!" The preserved egg and lean meat porridge in his bowl didn't move twice. Even though Han Xiaoye was blind, he could see that his reaction just now made him unhappy. After shouting, the man who walked upstairs with the notebook in the hallway ignored her at all.

boom!

   The upstairs door was closed.

  Han Xiaoye pouted, depressed.

   He has always treated her badly, not only badly, but also waiting to see her all the time. She just hesitated, didn't she lie in time? Is he so angry?

Really is! A man's heart, a needle in the sea!

  The heart of a man who has entered menopause at the age of 30 is especially Dinghaishenzhen! It can be big or small, long or short, just can't figure it out!

  Han Xiaoye has an advantage, she won't be entangled in unpredictable things all the time. After being depressed for a few seconds, she decisively left the man who was inexplicably unhappy behind and ate her preserved egg and lean meat porridge.

   I have to say that Fu Zhiyan's craftsmanship is good, the preserved egg is very soft, the meat is very finely cut, and it is indescribably delicious when mixed together. She ate a bowl and a half with great appetite, and then she put down the spoon and went upstairs while feeling her bulging belly.

   Upstairs, Fu Zhiyan was really working, and she was not idle. She took out the meeting materials for the past two days from her carry-on bag and began to organize them. After arranging for a while, she sorted everything into folders before she raised her head and reminded the worker, "Little uncle, don't forget to send me the contract sheet that you will use tomorrow, I I have to send it to President Gu. I'll pass the minutes of today's meeting to Andy first, and remember to remind me about President Gu later."

   It's President Gu again!

   The beautiful hand of the man who was working **** the keyboard paused, and his aura became even colder.