Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   "Pfft—"

   She almost choked her throat with a mouthful of rice.

   "Rise rise rise... rise milk?!"

   "Fish soup is originally used to increase milk, don't you know?" Feng Yaqin took it for granted.

  Han Xiaoye didn't get milk, but his face was flushed, "..." How could she know? And no one taught her that.

Feng Yaqin spoke more naturally, and calmly ignored her monkey butt-like face, and told her, "When a woman is pregnant, her **** will get bigger, in order to breastfeed in the future. You have never breastfed Mu Ye before, I don't know if you will succeed in raising milk, so I make some fish soup for you every day. When you are about to give birth, you will produce milk, and the child's first milk depends on the child's strength alone. Maybe not. Then you have to ask Zhiyan to help..."

  Han Xiaoye's three views have been shattered.

   Let my uncle help?

   is the help she understands, right?

  Han Xiaoye Rao is so daring, when Feng Yaqin said this in public, the whole person is not good. Not only was he blushing like a monkey's butt, but his ears were all red.

   "This, don't you need it?"

"Why not? I'm telling the truth, don't be shy. There's nothing to be shy about this kind of thing, the baby is born with very little strength. The first breast milk is very likely to be blocked by the milk-tou. So there must be someone Help the blocked milk-tou to unblock first, and the child can still drink milk. You don't want Zhiyan to help you, do you want me to help you?"

   Feng Yaqin teased her with the supplementary sentence that was half-smiling but not smiling.

   "Okay, I can help you too, you can see who can help you then."

   "...!!" Han Xiaoye thought about the picture of asking Fu Zhiyan to help and the picture of asking Feng Yaqin to help, the former decided in a second.

  Although the former is a bit ashamed, it is better than the latter, no matter how you look at it, it looks like... wretched and strong.

   She subconsciously glanced at the man who didn't hear them talking, but she was still calm, but she was so angry that she stepped on him under the table with her foot.

   "Hmm—" Fu Zhiyan frowned in pain.

   Feng Yaqin noticed him and turned his head immediately, "Stop talking, what's the matter with you?"

  Fu Zhiyan frowned, Danfeng glanced over the culprit who pretended to be calm, rubbed his eyebrows, "It's okay."

   "It's okay, what are you doing with your voice?" Feng Yaqin obviously didn't believe it, but instead said, "I heard Xia Xia say that you promised Xiaoye that you will take her to get a tattoo when she passes her final exam?"

  Fu Zhiyan's eagle eyes flashed condensed, looking at the short-haired little woman.

  Han Xiaoye's face was wronged, even more astonished than he was.

   She told Xia Xia, but she did not let Xia Xia tell Aunt Feng. She hadn't even thought of using Aunt Feng to coerce him, okay?

   "She can't get tattoos. Some of the substances in the tattoos are poisonous, and the wounds are easily infected. She is in a special period and can't do these." Fu Zhiyan was firm.

  Feng Yaqin smiled, "I think so too. However, later I thought, since girl Ono wants to get a tattoo, let her get a tattoo. I know a place that specializes in tattooing with plant extracts. You can take her to get a tattoo later."

   "Mom..." Fu Zhiyan frowned.

   Feng Yaqin waved, "Don't worry, I'm more nervous than you are with my little granddaughter, I promise there will be no problem."

"Just take her there. The doctor didn't say that, you should try your best to follow the requirements of the pregnant woman before giving birth. Only when you are happy can you give birth smoothly. Your own wife just wants to get a tattoo, not for you to pick stars from the sky for her, you Just satisfy her."

  Fu Zhiyan has not let go.

Feng Yaqin added, "Don't be too strict with Xiaoye girl all day long, she is your wife and not your employee. You are all day long, so there are so many things to manage. Everyone has a love for beauty. After all. It can’t be said that pregnant women can only give birth to you in unkempt ways every day, right? Pregnancy is already hard enough, you big men can’t go too far.”

   He thought about the little hooligan who often looked in the mirror with a frustrated face all this time, and his brows were almost knotted. Rationally told him that he couldn't agree, but emotionally, he couldn't help but favor Feng Yaqin.

   "Forget it, I'll take her to see it in the afternoon."

  Han Xiaoye had thought that there was no hope, but he never thought that he would suddenly let go. Suddenly his eyes lit up, and he blurted out, "Really?"

   "Just to have a look, you won't necessarily get tattoos."

cut!

   When she got to the place, she had a way to tattoo.

  Han Xiaoye was overjoyed, thinking she had already got the same tattoo, and began to think about where to get the tattoo and what pattern to get. At the same time, he did not forget to wink at Feng Yaqin, thanking her for helping him speak. If Aunt Feng hadn't stood up, she would definitely be out of action.

  …

   Three in the afternoon.

  Fu Zhi took her to the tattoo place Feng Yaqin mentioned.

   is actually a high-end beauty salon with luxurious decoration inside, and it looks like a place where rich people come. Because Feng Yaqin made an appointment in advance, as soon as they came to the door, a service staff greeted them, "Good afternoon, are you Ms. Feng's guest?"

   "Yes." Fu Zhiyan wore a simple black turtleneck sweater today, which made him look extravagant.

  The waiter was very discerning, and immediately became more polite to them, "You two, please come with me, our teacher is already waiting inside."

  Han Xiaoye looked around and followed, and was led to a room that resembled a presidential suite.

   There are all kinds of totems and crafts inside.

  The service staff took advantage of the time on the way to introduce the teacher who helped them tattoo today. He also introduced the things they used, and after repeatedly emphasizing that there are absolutely absolutely no harsh chemicals, he affirmed that every tattoo tool they used here was new. Absolutely sterilized and absolutely safe.

  Fu Zhiyan had a cold face from start to finish, wondering if he heard it.

   When the tattoo artist who claimed to have won awards in the world came, Han Xiaoye couldn't wait to ask, "Can you tattoo colorful patterns here?"

   "What do you want to tattoo?"

   "Peach blossom." Han Xiaoye pointed to the left collarbone and said, "I want to tattoo a peach blossom here."

   The man who had been silent for a while glanced at her, touched his thin lips up and down, arrogantly and forcefully, "Tattoo her on the back of his hand."

   "Uncle?!" Han Xiaoye quit, "I might as well not get a tattoo on the back of my hand!"

  Who is tattooed on the back of the hand, it's not **** at all.

   "Really? Then go home." The stern man said straight, unmoved.

  “…”

Depend on!

   Ruthless!

  Han Xiaoye stretched out his hand, reluctantly, "It's okay to tattoo the back of the hand!"

   After she finished speaking, she pointed to the back of her hand and thought for a while, "I want to get a tattoo on the tiger's mouth."