Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

  Han Xiaoye took a break in the CEO's office for half an hour, and Fu Zhiyan was about to leave. She reluctantly got up from the sofa, nibbled on his thin lips, put on her shoes and went out.

   As soon as she went out, she received countless eyes that looked at her openly and secretly, many of them with envy, jealousy and hatred. She thought she was blind and couldn't see, and returned to her position. I sorted out a small part of the form I just made, copied it into a USB flash drive, and planned to use it in Fu Zhiyan's notebook.

Just at this moment, a man with thin lips and reddish lips came out with his coat. He was tall and straight as always, taller than 185, with wide shoulders, narrow waist, long legs, and a handsome face that was full of indignation, all of which couldn't match his thin lips. Punching eyes from ambiguous teeth marks.

  Everyone's eyes watched him enter the elevator, go down, and then take it back. Looking back at Han Xiaoye in the corner with jealousy, his teeth tickled with jealousy!

   "Hehe! Silk is just silk, and it's still silk when flying. As soon as I see meat, it's like I've never eaten it in eight generations. It's really ugly to eat!"

   She is insinuating who knows.

  Han Xiaoye didn't bother to kill her, so he continued to open her notebook, without even looking at her, he slapped her in the face and went back, "It's better than drooling when someone eats meat."

"you!"

  Han Xiaoye's mouth is so poisonous, this is the first time others have seen it. They wanted to watch the fun, but they didn't see that they quickly grabbed their own people.

   "Okay, Lan Lan, don't be angry, it's not worth it."

   "That's right, don't be angry. The dog is a man, and if it is dumped by its owner in the future, it knows that the louder it barks now, the more it will suffer in the future!"

   Depend on him! Who's going to get dumped? ! She is working with a certificate, throwing a chicken feather! Han Xiaoye didn't want to quarrel with this group of women with pink eye disease, so he put up with this time and went back to the work at hand.

   She didn't want to quarrel, in some people's eyes, she was afraid.

   Just now, one of the women in the group let out a sneer, "Hey. It seems that you can understand people's words. I thought they were too big and brainless."

   Emma's! Give her some color, she's not done yet! Han Xiaoye slapped the document in his hand on the table, turned his head, and stared from the woman's face to her chest. , the ruffian whistled and said, "It really is big breasts."

  Bright eyes swept up again, and spit out two words, "Brainless."

   Before the man could counterattack, her **** and white eyes lowered further and returned to the woman's chest, hehe smiled, and three words came out, a fatal blow, "Salt water bag."

  ——Big chest no brain saline bag!

   "Pfft hahaha..."

"Ha ha……"

  Not everyone remembers Fu Zhiyan, those who are used to that group of people who don't usually look at it very much laughed out loud.

   "Who are you talking about the salt water bag? Who are you talking about!" The popular person was shaking all over.

   Several other people quickly grabbed her, "Lan Lan, don't be impulsive."

   "Yes, Lan Lan, don't bother with her."

  Han Xiaoye wasn't afraid of her at all. He raised his chin and was more arrogant than anyone else. "Want to fight? Come on. Do you think I've practiced taekwondo, self-defense and fighting for nothing?"

   Taekwondo, self-defense, and fighting... Is this a woman? !

  Many people silently sweat for the taste of their boss, this taste is really not that heavy!

  Han Xiaoye was just yelling, she still had a small bun in her stomach, how could she really go to fight with someone. If she really went to fight, Fu Zhiyan knew, and he would definitely fight with her. She mainly wanted to show those in the Secretariat who were secretly watching, wondering how to bully her. She is not the kind of steamed bun who is bullied and silent. Whoever wants to provoke her, she will be rude.

  The fierce is afraid of the horizontal, the smart people in the office are afraid of the stubborn, and the stubborn is afraid of the willful.

  Since it is useless to endure them, she will be arrogant and willful and let them see. At least let some people who are just around the corner think carefully before messing with her.

   I have to say that Han Xiaoye's trick is very useful. After she made such a move, the group of people pretended to pull a few times before they stopped talking.

   The early bird was beaten back, and the others were quiet.

  Han Xiaoye returned to his seat, sorted out his mood, and devoted himself to work. Halfway through, Aunt Liu came to the company to deliver her a meal, and following Fu Zhiyan's instructions, she monitored her for most of the meal before she packed up the tableware and went back.

   As soon as she left, Han Xiaoye went back to work. In the blink of an eye, it was past four o'clock in the afternoon, and most people in the Secretariat had finished their day's work. Go to the tea room to take a nap, chat in a low voice. Anyway, the special assistant and the president were not there, so everyone seemed more relaxed.

  Han Xiaoye finished two-thirds, raised his head, stretched his waist, and quickly moved his muscles and bones.

   Feeling a little more comfortable, she picked up the mobile phone lying on the table and checked the time. Finding that it was past four o'clock in the afternoon, she pursed her lips, thinking about what someone said before leaving that she would come back sooner, and put the phone back in annoyance. Carefully save the table that is more than half made, and after copying a spare one, click on MNS.

   She originally wanted to play by herself and relax.

   As a result, one click in, and Fu Zhiyan's page pops up.

   His page account is the same as his character, simple in black and white, with only one tweet on it. It's a black and white photo of a hand with a ring on it. Han Xiaoye recognized at a glance that the hand was Fu Zhiyan's, and the ring was the DR she gave. Looking at the time again, it really was posted a few years ago.

   Her heart was sweet, like drinking honey, she was so happy.

   But this kind of joy fell to the bottom in an instant when he saw the avatar of the only friend on the account.

   Don't wake up!

   The only friend Fu Zhiyan followed was Mo Xingxing!

  The honey was dipped in vinegar, the smell was sour, and she was stuffed in her chest. She couldn't help dragging her mouse to look at the chat records, but found that all the records above were deleted. However, because of the function of this software, the last chat time will still be displayed above. Han Xiaoye took a look and saw that it was yesterday. It wasn't sour all of a sudden, it was being punched hard in the heart!

what's the situation? Is he still in contact with Mo Xingxing? And you were still in touch yesterday? Not only contacted, but also deleted the chat history? Is there anything shameful in the chat log that he would specifically delete before giving the notebook to her, for fear of her seeing it?

  Han Xiaoye couldn't help but think about it. Among so many people who like Fu Zhiyan, what she cares most about is Mo Xingxing. Because everyone else liked it unilaterally, and Mo Xingxing had a serious relationship with Fu Zhiyan, and it was still his first love.