Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   "What's the matter?"

   Dry and cold.

  Han Xiaoye felt even more aggrieved, and almost wanted to play a petty temper and leave. But thinking that today was Fu Zhiyan's birthday, she suppressed the grievance and depression in her heart again, pursed her lips, and asked, "Are you entertaining tonight?"

tonight?

  Fu Zhiyan thought that the little hooligan remembered his birthday, so his expression softened, "What's the matter with you?"

  How could Han Xiaoye let him know that he had prepared a surprise, blinked his eyes and touched his belly, "Today, Monday, I'm going to the hospital for a maternity check. You can go with me, and by the way, go see Mommy."

  Fu Zhiyan was punched again by her in a sullen voice, and his mood finally eased, like riding a roller coaster, and fell down. His handsome face was cold, as if there was no ups and downs, and he hummed.

  Han Xiaoye achieved his goal and was very happy. He took a sip on his face, and jumped up and down to hold his own mug, "Alright, little uncle, you are not allowed to let my pigeons! Otherwise..."

   "Otherwise I won't finish with you!"

   She jumped out and Fu Zhiyan was even more upset. He took out a cigarette case from the drawer, took out a cigarette, lit it, and took two puffs between his fingers. The upset mood was a little better.

   Zhao Youmi just came back at this time, and pushed the door hard with four cups of coffee in his hand.

   "Mr. Fu, I bought it back."

  Fu Zhiyan lowered his head and took a breath of cigarette. The smoke filled his noble brows. He flicked the cigarette ash and frowned, "Leave it there."

   Zhao Youmi didn't expect him to smoke, and was shocked again. Yiyan put the coffee on the table and couldn't help but ask before going out.

   "Mr. Fu, are you in a bad mood?"

  The smoking man casually raised his head and gave her a cold look without showing any warmth, "Secretary Zhao, you are taking care too much."

  You are taking care too much...

   Zhao Youmi was instantly embarrassed, and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Mr. Fu, I'm just... I'm just worried about your health. I don't mean anything else."

  Fu Zhiyan's stern and deep eyes quietly looked at the woman at the door who was scrambling to explain, his brows furrowed fiercely, he looked away, and said coldly, "From tomorrow onwards, you and Secretary Fan will exchange jobs."

   "President Fu..." Zhao Youmi couldn't believe her ears and opened her mouth.

  Fu Zhiyan didn't want to waste any more time with her, so he said impatiently and coldly, "Go out."

   Zhao Youmi didn't have a chance to say even if she had thousands of rebuttals, she withdrew in embarrassment and closed the door of the president's office.

  It may be that her face is not very good.

   Several women who had been waiting outside for her to have lunch with her gathered around and asked with concern.

   "Sister Youyou, what's wrong with you?"

   "The president is angry again? Recently, Mr. Fu doesn't know what happened. He seems to be in a very bad mood. I heard that the operation department was trained again today. Sister Youyou, you must be under a lot of pressure by following the president every day."

   "Yeah, it's a pity that Assistant Ante was dispatched to work in H City recently. Otherwise, if Assistant Assistant was there, the situation would probably be better."

   Zhao Youmi was transferred to another position, but he was actually put into the cold palace, and his heart was cold. He couldn't listen to the comfort of his friend's chattering at all, and his empty eyes turned from time to time, very dazed. Suddenly, her gaze fell on Han Xiaoye, who was waiting for Aunt Liu to deliver the meal. He suddenly froze, and a surging anger surged in his eyes. She pushed aside the people who were talking around her and walked quickly to Han Xiaoye's desk. With his hands on the table violently, he leaned forward strongly—

   "It's you, right?"

  Han Xiaoye is unknown.

   "You did me on purpose, right?" Zhao Youmi gritted her teeth.

Depend on! What's wrong with this woman? Who **** her up? Something's wrong with your brain! Han Xiaoye just thought that there was a mad dog barking in front of him, and pretended he couldn't see it, and sorted out his documents.

   Her behavior was undoubtedly provocative in the eyes of the emotional Zhao Youmi, and the anger in her heart suddenly burst into flames. She clenched her fists fiercely, sneered, and said harsh words.

   "Don't think it's amazing to blow two pillow winds, don't laugh too proudly. You wait, there will always be times when you can't laugh."

   "What kind of madness are you making? Go to the psychiatric department of the hospital to check if you have any brain problems. Don't run to me to be crazy all day long. I'm not your parent, and I have no responsibility to tolerate you."

   Zhao Youmi snorted coldly and stopped talking. Under the watchful eyes of the women who were onlookers who dared not speak, he threw his hands away.

   As soon as she left, the remaining women looked at each other and caught up.

  Han Xiaoye was bitten by a dog inexplicably. After thinking about it, he still felt very depressed. He slammed the things he had arranged in his hands on the table, irritably wishing to beat someone, "There's something wrong!"

   Her emotions come and go quickly. After she finished eating the food that Aunt Liu sent, her bad mood caused by Zhao Youmi had turned cloudy. And put all his heart into the work.

   kept busy until she got off work in the afternoon. She finally made three-quarters of the things that Fan Shengnan gave her in the morning. She carefully copied the finished part to a spare USB flash drive to Fan Shengnan, and sent the original copy to the past. No matter how good it is, mark the part of the document that has not been done, and hand it over to Fan Shengnan separately from the completed document. Only then did he thank Fan Shengnan for his help, and when Fan Shengnan became impatient, he picked up his bag and left.

   She and Fu Zhiyan made an appointment to meet in the parking garage.

   After getting off the elevator, she sent Fu Zhiyan a text message and went over first.

  YG Group has two types of garages: underground and above ground. There are not many parking spaces on the ground, which are mainly used by the company's executives.

   Fu Zhiyan's car is usually parked in the largest single parking space.

  Han Xiaoye was playing with his mobile phone while waiting beside Land Rover. During the rush hour, many people saw her, looked at her a few times, and whispered to the people next to her. Han Xiaoye completely ignored those looking over and played with his mobile phone. After waiting for about 20 minutes, the arrogant man finally came out.

   She raised her head and waved her hand in a good mood, letting Fu Zhiyan look over.

   She is so cheerful, it's hard not to notice her.

   Of course, Fu Zhiyan saw her at first sight, and he quickened his pace without a trace.

   "Little uncle." As soon as he approached, the cheeky little woman stood on tiptoe and quietly nibbled on his thin lips.

   Fu Zhiyan's heart throbbed violently by her daring actions, but thinking that she forgot her birthday, her heartbeat cooled down quickly.

  Fu Zhiyan opened the car door and let her sit in first. Then he helped her fasten her seat belt and sat in with him. While reversing, step on the accelerator and drive smoothly to the hospital.