Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

  Han Xiaoye realized that he was afraid, his face was pale, "...It's not uncomfortable, I didn't encounter it."

   After Fu Zhiyan made sure she was all right, his eagle eyes were full of storms, and he held back his anger, "What do you want me to scold you for suddenly? Can't you keep a few messes in your head all day?"

   He was really **** off.

  If he reacted more slowly just now, the car might have hit the green belt. It doesn't matter if the car hits, what if she hits?

   What is she doing with some inexplicable nonsense!

  Fu Zhiyan was anxious again, but also faintly afraid, and his face unconsciously became more severe.

  Han Xiaoye was aggrieved and couldn't help but reply, "I just asked, it was you who stepped on the wrong accelerator."

   "You ask me why I don't scold you, I..." Can he not step on the wrong accelerator?

  Fu Zhiyan was really **** off by her, so he endured it, put down the depression, checked her seat belt again, turned on the accelerator with a dark face, and drove back to the hospital.

   All the way, he kept his air pressure low, didn't speak, didn't care about people, didn't look at her.

  Han Xiaoye was aggrieved, depressed, and got angry. He turned his head out the window and pretended to look at the scenery.

   Soon, the Land Rover stopped in the hospital parking lot.

  Han Xiaoye unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car, and left without waiting for Fu Zhiyan to put the car away.

   She even left with her hand? !

  Fu Zhiyan's face became even more stinky, and the blackness was about to exceed the bottom of the pot. After parking the car, I followed.

  Her ward is a VIP ward, like a hotel presidential suite, with everything. As soon as Han Xiaoye entered, he threw himself on the bed, climbed onto the bed and covered the quilt, and then wriggled and took off his shoes.

   Fu Zhiyan saw it, frowned, and didn't say anything about her. He turned around and went to the bathroom.

   Not for a while.

  The sound of rushing water sounded.

   The person who slept on the bed with the quilt stuffed up was very irritable, rolled on the bed, couldn't figure it out, got up again, stepped on the cotton slippers, and ran outside the bathroom.

   After waiting for a while, the sound of the water stopped, and Fu Zhiyan opened the door to breathe.

   I saw the little woman waiting outside at a glance.

He withdrew his gaze, unscrewed the water pipe of the washbasin, washed his face with water in his hands, paused, opened the cabinet with a frown, took out a bottle of sea blue mystery men's moisturizing water, unscrewed the cap, and poured some came out and slapped him in the face.

   It was the first time that Han Xiaoye saw him use skin care products.

   You have to know that he is usually a clean freak until he thinks that her skin care products can't protect her skin at all, and only let chemicals stick to her face and get bacteria on her face. And he made it clear that he would not use any skin care products.

Why did Fu Zhiyan suddenly use it?

  Han Xiaoye's first reaction was that he understood beauty!

   suddenly felt sour in his heart, thinking about how he was pregnant with a yellow-faced woman, and thinking about how he usually disliked her, thinking about it, and thinking that Fu Zhiyan's behavior was abnormal.

  Yah, what does it mean when she wiped her skin care products stinky just after scolding her? Who is it so dazzling to see?

  Han Xiaoye felt blocked and uncomfortable.

   The key is that she also saw that Fu Zhiyan not only wiped off the toner, but also watched him apply a layer of lotion. Han Xiaoye was even more uncomfortable. The discomfort was as if someone had punched her heavily in the chest, which made her heart hurt.

  Fu Zhiyan finished wiping off his skin care products and looked in the mirror. He could feel the wet lotion on his face still sticking to it, and he resisted the urge to wash it off. Diverted attention, ready to go out.

   Suddenly.

   The man at the door opened his arms to stop him.

  Fu Zhiyan was taller than her, so he could just see the swirl on the top of her head.

   "Are you going out?"

   "..." The little hooligan ignored him for a while, and then questioned him. Fu Zhiyan frowned and didn't answer her.

  Han Xiaoye was even more uncomfortable. When he tacitly agreed to go out, he immediately became unhappy and raised his head, "Where to? With whom?"

   As soon as she pouted, Fu Zhiyan knew what the **** she was going to do, pursed her thin lips, and said, "Who said I'm going out?"

  Han Xiaoye pointed to the mystery of sea blue on the sink, and pursed his mouth, "Why don't you go out and wipe your face at night?"

She mumbled, "I used to go out with me, why didn't you wipe your face? It's obvious that the skin care products she said have too many bacteria and will never be used. As a result, I just used it so much. Why do you wipe your face if you don't go out? "

   "..." Fu Zhiyan gave her a deep look and said nothing.

  Han Xiaoye opened his eyes wide, "You shouldn't have a mistress outside, right?"

   "Han Xiaoye!"

   She regretted her words as soon as she said it, and would not be stubborn to stop at this moment, and would not admit her mistake.

Fu Zhiyan rubbed his temples, not forgetting that her depression was not yet cured. Knowing that she was pregnant, her mood was fluctuating and she was prone to cranky thoughts. If she couldn't say it, she said it out of nowhere, "I'm 9 years older than you. ."

"……"so what?

"I'm busy at work."

  Han Xiaoye blinked, "..." Then what?

  Fu Zhiyan frowned a little embarrassedly, "It is said on the Internet that this kind of thing is very easy to get old."

   "Do you think you are getting old?" Han Xiaoye couldn't believe it.

  Fu Zhiyan was only in his early thirties. It was the time when men were at their most handsome. The charm of a man was beyond the watch. Coupled with that face that was handsome without maintenance, it had nothing to do with old age. His face is considered old, and 80% of men are too old to bite.

  Fu Zhiyan raised his eagle eyes, as if he didn't care, "I can't see my face."

"……"What's the meaning?

  Han Xiaoye's head turned, and a flash of inspiration flashed.

   "Are you afraid I think you're getting old?"

   He can't see it, she can see it. So, he changed his mind about skin care because he wanted to show it to her?

  Han Xiaoye immediately felt comfortable, and his mood was like drinking Sprite, refreshing!

She changed her pouting and jealous appearance just now, and she tiptoed to pat the man's shoulder with a smile, "I don't think you are old, a man has forty-one flowers, and my husband is still a flower and a bud. Let it go."

   "Besides, am I such a superficial person?"

  Fu Zhiyan didn't forget that she kept nagging in her ear that he has a bad personality, bad temper, and loves black faces. The only advantage is good looks. But seeing the rogue's proud look, he regretted it again. I couldn't help pinching the bridge of my nose, and I got a headache.

   He is really crazy, his brain is not normal, so he did so many abnormal actions just because he chatted with Gu Yufei.

   This kind of hooligan is a typical person who can open a dyeing workshop without giving color. If he gives some color, his tail can be raised to the sky. Now I guess I don't know how much I am secretly laughing at him.

   He really got kicked out of his head to make such a foolish move.

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